<?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-6855669705755998626</id><updated>2012-01-13T04:23:48.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAGREENERY...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-1967092072731864068</id><published>2012-01-11T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T08:37:21.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lft Wrst Cpl Tnl</title><content type='html'>﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLIaGa8B_5A/Tw26eP9z8FI/AAAAAAAAL7o/onjKX1QogwI/s1600/PAIN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="370" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLIaGa8B_5A/Tw26eP9z8FI/AAAAAAAAL7o/onjKX1QogwI/s400/PAIN.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the EXTREME!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-1967092072731864068?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/1967092072731864068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=1967092072731864068&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1967092072731864068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1967092072731864068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2012/01/lft-wrst-cpl-tnl.html' title='Lft Wrst Cpl Tnl'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLIaGa8B_5A/Tw26eP9z8FI/AAAAAAAAL7o/onjKX1QogwI/s72-c/PAIN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-5409318852307152733</id><published>2012-01-09T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T07:14:25.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stink Stank STUNK</title><content type='html'>OMG the air was rank with farmers spreading SHIT!&amp;nbsp; We had absolutely glorious weather Saturday.&amp;nbsp; With the warmer winter weather you are assaulted by the farmers at work preparing their fields with shit, shit shit.&amp;nbsp; I can't stand the smell.&amp;nbsp; Can't stand it I tell ya.&amp;nbsp; I do however lover living&amp;nbsp;near the country so I deal.&amp;nbsp; I just breath in through my mouth instead of my nose.&amp;nbsp; Do I get one hell of a rude awakening when I forget and take a breath in from&amp;nbsp;my nose.&amp;nbsp; It is so bad right now it can knock you off your feet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1y2ChVL4kY/Twr7M5Ln6iI/AAAAAAAAL7g/A_fcFyKMFK0/s1600/cows+butt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1y2ChVL4kY/Twr7M5Ln6iI/AAAAAAAAL7g/A_fcFyKMFK0/s400/cows+butt.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy the country but plug your nose...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-5409318852307152733?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/5409318852307152733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=5409318852307152733&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5409318852307152733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5409318852307152733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2012/01/stink-stank-stunk.html' title='Stink Stank STUNK'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1y2ChVL4kY/Twr7M5Ln6iI/AAAAAAAAL7g/A_fcFyKMFK0/s72-c/cows+butt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-1614941470371197514</id><published>2012-01-04T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:49:08.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ollie Ollie Oxen Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhOX4B266x0/TwTzUhHvY_I/AAAAAAAAL7Y/OKw2i_jeBrI/s1600/hide%2Band%2Bseek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhOX4B266x0/TwTzUhHvY_I/AAAAAAAAL7Y/OKw2i_jeBrI/s400/hide%2Band%2Bseek.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lis come out come out where ever you are.  Come to FACEBOOK :)  Curious Chris can lead you there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize the blog post header is most probably spelled incorrectly but I like it spelled this way ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-1614941470371197514?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/1614941470371197514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=1614941470371197514&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1614941470371197514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1614941470371197514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2012/01/ollie-ollie-oxen-free.html' title='Ollie Ollie Oxen Free'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhOX4B266x0/TwTzUhHvY_I/AAAAAAAAL7Y/OKw2i_jeBrI/s72-c/hide%2Band%2Bseek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-3853608408086314908</id><published>2011-12-30T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T08:02:05.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To do or not to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I find with my new phone I am facebooking more than blogging.&amp;nbsp; Heck I rarely turn on my new laptop :(&amp;nbsp; Facebook is easier to use on the phone, that&amp;nbsp;would be the primary reason.&amp;nbsp; I was thinking of posting here that I had "gone facebook" but I do not want to sever my blogging ties.&amp;nbsp; I have some different viewers&amp;nbsp;here than I do on&amp;nbsp;facebook.&amp;nbsp; Here on my blog I am more myself.&amp;nbsp; I can be an angry caustic crass person, I like her :)&amp;nbsp; On my facebook I tend to tone down my vocabulary and aggression if you will.&amp;nbsp; I may not post&amp;nbsp;on PAGREENERY as often but I will still be posting here and on my diet blog NOMOYOYO.&amp;nbsp; This is not to say that when I do post here that it will be an angry post, not at all, Im just saying that here I am more at home.&amp;nbsp; I like it here :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Blogging on the phone can be done but if I want to blather on about something it is just easier on a full size keyboard.&amp;nbsp; Just letting you know what up y'all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The times they are a changing...&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMVecJTmfEo/Tv3aJpgehaI/AAAAAAAAL60/mVCeVPRnhW4/s1600/facebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMVecJTmfEo/Tv3aJpgehaI/AAAAAAAAL60/mVCeVPRnhW4/s1600/facebook.jpg" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnnUTeCY4iQ/Tv3aK0bNAmI/AAAAAAAAL68/ySb-aVQEucQ/s1600/blogger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnnUTeCY4iQ/Tv3aK0bNAmI/AAAAAAAAL68/ySb-aVQEucQ/s1600/blogger.jpg" /&gt;&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/6855669705755998626-3853608408086314908?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/3853608408086314908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=3853608408086314908&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3853608408086314908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3853608408086314908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-do-or-not-to-do.html' title='To do or not to do?'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMVecJTmfEo/Tv3aJpgehaI/AAAAAAAAL60/mVCeVPRnhW4/s72-c/facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-2333575458789687055</id><published>2011-12-29T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T08:29:57.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am my own...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-rgH8EgPIg/TvyVHTZK8HI/AAAAAAAAL6c/QirNr7rvG3k/s1600/tHE+ROCK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-rgH8EgPIg/TvyVHTZK8HI/AAAAAAAAL6c/QirNr7rvG3k/s400/tHE+ROCK.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROCK&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;...with God's help :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-2333575458789687055?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/2333575458789687055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=2333575458789687055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2333575458789687055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2333575458789687055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-my-own.html' title='I am my own...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-rgH8EgPIg/TvyVHTZK8HI/AAAAAAAAL6c/QirNr7rvG3k/s72-c/tHE+ROCK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-6635416909581054978</id><published>2011-12-27T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T08:06:48.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday not Luesday :)</title><content type='html'>Well le's see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas eve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was spent with friends at their house (6pmish to 10pmish)&amp;nbsp;as noted on fb.&amp;nbsp; Good time was had by all at least that is how it felt to me.&amp;nbsp; Rude was one guest who had 2 pizza/wing/breadstick boxes&amp;nbsp;delivered by her husband&amp;nbsp;even though the hostess said you need bring nothing.&amp;nbsp; So much of the eating was on the pizza foods and not the beautiful table the hostes laid out.&amp;nbsp; I ate the killer ham and cookies laid out by the hostess.&amp;nbsp; You know sometimes when the hostess says bring nothing she isn't just being nice it is because she has it covered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I did not go to church as I intended but sat at the table and read the paper with a cup of coffee.&amp;nbsp; We then went to the r.c. to visit with Pops.&amp;nbsp; He was sitting in the loby when we arrived.&amp;nbsp; We decided to eat there and it was quite nice.&amp;nbsp; The dining room was decorated nicely.&amp;nbsp; We were served after getting a salad from the salad bar.&amp;nbsp; I had crab stuffed flounder and Hubs had ham steak.&amp;nbsp; They then came table side wheeling a&amp;nbsp;cart with assorted home made Christmas cookies, about&amp;nbsp;6 different kinds,&amp;nbsp;over and above the desserts.&amp;nbsp; I had vanilla ice cream for dessert to go with the cookies I chose which were pumpkin chocolate chip and a blossom.&amp;nbsp; Hubs had blueberry pie.&amp;nbsp; Wine was offered with dinner as well.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah they also had a lady with her young Son going person to person and&amp;nbsp;he placed a chocolate pretzel candy cookie at each plate.&amp;nbsp; After dinner, 12:30 meal, Hubs went for a country drive with Pops on the short bus :) as noted and pictured on fb.&amp;nbsp; I stayed in the lobby reading my Kindle.&amp;nbsp; We left Pops about 4:30 and headed home.&amp;nbsp; We watched Fright Night starring Colin Farrell, eh it was OK.&amp;nbsp; Collin hawt though isn't he :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I watched Rango, voiced by Johnny Depp,&amp;nbsp;while on the treadmill.&amp;nbsp; I liked the movie very much and the animation is superb.&amp;nbsp; I went with some Christmas money and bought two pairs of gloves.&amp;nbsp; I lost one glove to my best pair which were tired but I liked them.&amp;nbsp; I now have three pairs of tired gloves to give to the second store.&amp;nbsp; Hubs and I watched Trespass with Nick Cage and Nicole Kiddman.&amp;nbsp; It was OK.&amp;nbsp; I think Hubs enjoyed it, he said he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three days I thought of my loved ones wondering what they were doing and hoping all was right with their worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; working and brother is it SLOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bp4rqhgCVNk/TvnsOlfnLHI/AAAAAAAAL54/ip_gzXhHohs/s1600/collin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bp4rqhgCVNk/TvnsOlfnLHI/AAAAAAAAL54/ip_gzXhHohs/s1600/collin.jpg" /&gt;&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/6855669705755998626-6635416909581054978?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/6635416909581054978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=6635416909581054978&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6635416909581054978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6635416909581054978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/tuesday-not-luesday.html' title='Tuesday not Luesday :)'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bp4rqhgCVNk/TvnsOlfnLHI/AAAAAAAAL54/ip_gzXhHohs/s72-c/collin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-1048184788854340121</id><published>2011-12-23T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T06:10:36.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wbW64J_RJZg" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Stay Happy My Friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-1048184788854340121?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/1048184788854340121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=1048184788854340121&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1048184788854340121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1048184788854340121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wbW64J_RJZg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-2510628445884167187</id><published>2011-12-22T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T05:54:47.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the "road trip" CD</title><content type='html'>This morning listening to the CD from Phfrankie I exercised.&amp;nbsp; Didn't know if I'd have time tonight with it being Hubs Birthday and all.&amp;nbsp; Check out facebook for the cake pics :) Ha ha ha. &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://classroomclipart.com/images/gallery/Clipart/Animated_Clipart/Health/exercise.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://classroomclipart.com/images/gallery/Clipart/Animated_Clipart/Health/exercise.gif" 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;One, two...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-2510628445884167187?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/2510628445884167187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=2510628445884167187&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2510628445884167187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2510628445884167187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-road-trip-cd.html' title='To the &quot;road trip&quot; CD'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-7168386200297019426</id><published>2011-12-21T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T03:35:19.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otherload...</title><content type='html'>...for they hath provided food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6HjSsYxH7vc/TvG8UCthG3I/AAAAAAAAL5k/HhWGQXuESEY/s1600/gift+from+Lis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6HjSsYxH7vc/TvG8UCthG3I/AAAAAAAAL5k/HhWGQXuESEY/s320/gift+from+Lis.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gifted from 'Lis.&amp;nbsp; She thinks I am worthy of such kindness?&amp;nbsp; Since we already had dinner, I tried all three for dessert :)&amp;nbsp; Hubs tried the chocolate cake loaf and thought it was very good, "perfect" I think he said.&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/-C5j0bsgRHkw/TvG8W0dCpUI/AAAAAAAAL5s/fdgzIqqEdyU/s1600/Nick+n+Leesa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5j0bsgRHkw/TvG8W0dCpUI/AAAAAAAAL5s/fdgzIqqEdyU/s320/Nick+n+Leesa.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gifted from Nick and his lovely fiance' &lt;a href="http://bouncediary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leesa&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; How cool is that!&amp;nbsp; We'd already eaten dinner so I have only tried the one jerky from the zip lock baggie GOOD!&amp;nbsp; I have tried game jerky and game balogna but have not tried game salami, game pepperoni&amp;nbsp;or the steelhead before; looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special.&amp;nbsp; Special.&amp;nbsp; These people make me feel SPECIAL.&amp;nbsp; Sis' and I decided a couple years ago we were done with the Christmas gifting (for the most part).&amp;nbsp; I feel the need to reciprocate their kindness but will do so only with a sincerely heartfelt thank you.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;feel to run and out get&amp;nbsp;something and shoot it off in the mail&amp;nbsp;taints these lovely gifts some how.&amp;nbsp; To let these gifters know the warmth I feel inside from their kindness&amp;nbsp;is a better way to repay them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;These gift,&amp;nbsp;as well as the road trip cd from &lt;a href="http://shadygrove999.blogspot.com/"&gt;Phfrankie&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Phfritzie,&amp;nbsp;they make my heart sing.&amp;nbsp; Thank you thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send good vibes, prayers and thoughts out to &lt;a href="http://www.wreggie.com/"&gt;wReggie&lt;/a&gt; and his wife.&amp;nbsp; Stuff happens and it's happening to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-7168386200297019426?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/7168386200297019426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=7168386200297019426&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7168386200297019426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7168386200297019426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/otherload.html' title='Otherload...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6HjSsYxH7vc/TvG8UCthG3I/AAAAAAAAL5k/HhWGQXuESEY/s72-c/gift+from+Lis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-1719345783325752781</id><published>2011-12-20T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T06:07:25.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherload</title><content type='html'>Yesterdays mail was rich, rich I tell ya, with Christmas cards.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Four of them, that's right 4,&amp;nbsp;had something inside the card :).&amp;nbsp; One from my Sister&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Husband had a splendid picture inside, loved it.&amp;nbsp; One from my Brother&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Phritzie had a road trip CD in it, bitchin'.&amp;nbsp; One from my Brother in-law had a nice picture of him&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; his wife boating&amp;nbsp;along with&amp;nbsp;a CD of Joe Bonamassa, oh yeah.&amp;nbsp; From Hubs side of the family a Christmas&amp;nbsp;"what we've been up to" letter, I like those.&amp;nbsp; Several other cards were also received.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy them all but especially like the ones with something inside.﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--6o-86kmmJw/TvCUn6VAA4I/AAAAAAAAL5c/DeFTzj3dGqU/s1600/miner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--6o-86kmmJw/TvCUn6VAA4I/AAAAAAAAL5c/DeFTzj3dGqU/s320/miner.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cards, I got cards...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-1719345783325752781?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/1719345783325752781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=1719345783325752781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1719345783325752781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1719345783325752781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/motherload.html' title='Motherload'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--6o-86kmmJw/TvCUn6VAA4I/AAAAAAAAL5c/DeFTzj3dGqU/s72-c/miner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-8399191112219644120</id><published>2011-12-16T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T05:49:22.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lottery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today Willie gave me a lottery ticket for a Christmas gift.&amp;nbsp; I won $10.&amp;nbsp; We then got to talking about the second chance drawing for losing tickets.&amp;nbsp; Sis' told me all about it on her visit last year and I'd mentioned it to Willie as he is a big lotto player.&amp;nbsp; He'd never bothered with the second chance drawing&amp;nbsp;before.&amp;nbsp; Anyhoodle, he said he sent in a bunch of them for this drawing but said they already drew, he was not a winner.&amp;nbsp; I said they draw more than one time...&amp;nbsp; I got on line for details.&amp;nbsp; As it turns out PA Lottery is now new fangled and will only take second chance drawing tickets on line and submitted on line from a computer within PA?.&amp;nbsp; So don't take your losing tickets on vacation out of state&amp;nbsp;to enter during a lull.&amp;nbsp; Willie is not a computer guy.&amp;nbsp; He does not have one at home and other than the work function on ours at work, does not use the computer.&amp;nbsp; He sent two books&amp;nbsp;of stamps worth of&amp;nbsp;mailed in tickets; son of a basket weaver!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think that sucks that they have gone totally web.&amp;nbsp; I can see that they accept them on line as they should but to not accept them also through the mail blows.&amp;nbsp; Some folks don't have a computer.&amp;nbsp; Some folks don't want to go to the library to use the computer.&amp;nbsp; Some folks still want to use snail mail...&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qK0-w0dk5wY/TutJ-qwX9ZI/AAAAAAAAL5E/pQ5dW3Akgcg/s1600/pa+lottery.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qK0-w0dk5wY/TutJ-qwX9ZI/AAAAAAAAL5E/pQ5dW3Akgcg/s1600/pa+lottery.bmp" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_II3im_G7vw/TutJ_y5kPaI/AAAAAAAAL5M/7FjLAT_vpTE/s1600/gus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_II3im_G7vw/TutJ_y5kPaI/AAAAAAAAL5M/7FjLAT_vpTE/s1600/gus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Gus.&amp;nbsp; Pennsylvania's second most famous ground hog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-8399191112219644120?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/8399191112219644120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=8399191112219644120&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8399191112219644120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8399191112219644120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/lottery.html' title='Lottery'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qK0-w0dk5wY/TutJ-qwX9ZI/AAAAAAAAL5E/pQ5dW3Akgcg/s72-c/pa+lottery.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-6721472729679656416</id><published>2011-12-15T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T07:17:19.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know how I'd feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...about using a commode like this.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N5F5Ko3KuX8/TuoPHvYOGkI/AAAAAAAAL48/qLXBpBRpT5A/s1600/TOILET.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N5F5Ko3KuX8/TuoPHvYOGkI/AAAAAAAAL48/qLXBpBRpT5A/s400/TOILET.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&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/6855669705755998626-6721472729679656416?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/6721472729679656416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=6721472729679656416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6721472729679656416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6721472729679656416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-know-how-id-feel.html' title='I don&apos;t know how I&apos;d feel...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N5F5Ko3KuX8/TuoPHvYOGkI/AAAAAAAAL48/qLXBpBRpT5A/s72-c/TOILET.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-1459349513492591895</id><published>2011-12-14T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:34:41.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pledge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LPbIls0iOnI" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-1459349513492591895?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/1459349513492591895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=1459349513492591895&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1459349513492591895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1459349513492591895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-pledge.html' title='I Pledge...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LPbIls0iOnI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-1488117320924614900</id><published>2011-12-13T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T06:15:00.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too good to be true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjSTSh0N-6g/TuddvZgTGyI/AAAAAAAAL40/6CFJdHE01OY/s1600/buyer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjSTSh0N-6g/TuddvZgTGyI/AAAAAAAAL40/6CFJdHE01OY/s1600/buyer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just got the new cell phone bill...&amp;nbsp; Hubs is on it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-1488117320924614900?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/1488117320924614900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=1488117320924614900&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1488117320924614900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1488117320924614900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/too-good-to-be-true.html' title='Too good to be true...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjSTSh0N-6g/TuddvZgTGyI/AAAAAAAAL40/6CFJdHE01OY/s72-c/buyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-6045831033323426335</id><published>2011-12-12T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T06:59:10.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here...</title><content type='html'>&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-06hWa_s4lig/TuYQyb243aI/AAAAAAAAL4s/T1kxlYDbIUw/s1600/MINGO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-06hWa_s4lig/TuYQyb243aI/AAAAAAAAL4s/T1kxlYDbIUw/s400/MINGO.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My kinda transportation&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm here y'all.&amp;nbsp; More 'puting on the phone than my new laptop (shame).&amp;nbsp; Posting to blog on the phone not all that fun but do-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going to post but it's not happening.&amp;nbsp; WORK!&amp;nbsp; Now I'm jagged but what else is new.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-6045831033323426335?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/6045831033323426335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=6045831033323426335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6045831033323426335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6045831033323426335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/still-here.html' title='Still here...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-06hWa_s4lig/TuYQyb243aI/AAAAAAAAL4s/T1kxlYDbIUw/s72-c/MINGO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-3159185976152607464</id><published>2011-12-08T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:16:51.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Form this,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NB6xc40hdcA/TuC4srH_aVI/AAAAAAAAL4k/xZVXPsIGP10/s1600/wws.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NB6xc40hdcA/TuC4srH_aVI/AAAAAAAAL4k/xZVXPsIGP10/s1600/wws.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night while trying to make heads or tails&amp;nbsp;so as&amp;nbsp;not to answer incorrectly Pops supplemental insurance forms I got jagged.&amp;nbsp; No! you say.&amp;nbsp; Yes! I say.&amp;nbsp; I had to walk away, pour myself a glass of wine and chill.&amp;nbsp; The insurance forms are convoluted plain and not simple.&amp;nbsp; I took my glass of wine and went in to the living room.&amp;nbsp; I turned on The Rose 101.something on the radio dial (after Thanksgiving they play Christmas music all day all the time) and danced to Christmas music by myself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Throb down was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-3159185976152607464?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/3159185976152607464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=3159185976152607464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3159185976152607464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3159185976152607464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/form-this.html' title='Form this,,,'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NB6xc40hdcA/TuC4srH_aVI/AAAAAAAAL4k/xZVXPsIGP10/s72-c/wws.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-2257848804472215342</id><published>2011-12-07T03:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T05:13:12.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first has arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ffzsPgpjbw0/Tt9mUWWyKfI/AAAAAAAAL4c/XIEqa-94HFY/s1600/card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ffzsPgpjbw0/Tt9mUWWyKfI/AAAAAAAAL4c/XIEqa-94HFY/s320/card.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Received first card of the season from some trap shooting friends Robin and Lynn.&amp;nbsp; He does she does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got guys my working the counter has got me tuckered out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-2257848804472215342?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/2257848804472215342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=2257848804472215342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2257848804472215342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2257848804472215342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-has-arrived.html' title='The first has arrived'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ffzsPgpjbw0/Tt9mUWWyKfI/AAAAAAAAL4c/XIEqa-94HFY/s72-c/card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-4782827093427782104</id><published>2011-12-05T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T05:54:42.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boots are made for firing...</title><content type='html'>New guy got the boot.  I had to ask.  WTF.  Manager says he is fired,why.  I said cause it's nice to know if I work the counter NOW. I like to make myself at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-4782827093427782104?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/4782827093427782104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=4782827093427782104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/4782827093427782104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/4782827093427782104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/boots-are-made-for-firing.html' title='Boots are made for firing...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-8398075290899159984</id><published>2011-12-02T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:59:41.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker a no show</title><content type='html'>&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/-Wjr4mfSVdAk/TtkD4E0sSrI/AAAAAAAAL4M/6OsxN7pXNP8/s1600/IMG_20111202_103313A.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wjr4mfSVdAk/TtkD4E0sSrI/AAAAAAAAL4M/6OsxN7pXNP8/s1600/IMG_20111202_103313A.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 327px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;strike&gt;counter guy&lt;/strike&gt; new counter guy that has been a no show too many times was a no show again today.&amp;nbsp; So I am out here cleaning the area as I will be working it today.&amp;nbsp; Looks like he may be asked to NOT come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-8398075290899159984?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/8398075290899159984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=8398075290899159984&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8398075290899159984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8398075290899159984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/slacker-no-show.html' title='Slacker a no show'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wjr4mfSVdAk/TtkD4E0sSrI/AAAAAAAAL4M/6OsxN7pXNP8/s72-c/IMG_20111202_103313A.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-4606327308699113643</id><published>2011-12-01T05:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T05:16:44.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need groceries...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-br9-14tl21E/Ttd7EyLXeUI/AAAAAAAALj4/AtX5E4Wlfp0/IMG_20111201_080112-1.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pretty cool.&amp;nbsp; I created this post with a&amp;nbsp;picture&amp;nbsp;right from my phone.&amp;nbsp; I didn't add any text from the phone.&amp;nbsp; I was just scoping it out for now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still didn't go grocery shopping.&amp;nbsp; I am down to Hub's peanut butter crackers for breakfast.&amp;nbsp; They have no calcium so at least I can eat those for breakfast.&amp;nbsp; I prefer a Kashi chewy granola bar.&amp;nbsp; Hubs had in mind a Subway cheese steak sammy for dinner so we stopped there last night after work.&amp;nbsp; I got a 6" roast beef with jalapenos and pepper jack cheese dressed with red wine vinaigrette.&amp;nbsp; Then went right home after eating dinner.&amp;nbsp; I got hooked on adding icon pictures to my phone contact list and before you knew it it was 9:00 PM.&amp;nbsp; Dice I added the Christmas girl with gift&amp;nbsp;card picture for your icon.&amp;nbsp; Maybe tonight after work we will go or I will go?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I looked through the cupboard and found a pack of tuna in olive oil as well as a small can of french&amp;nbsp;style green beans so that is my lunch for today.&amp;nbsp; Oh ick I had baked Lay's potato chips with my sandwich last night GROSS.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-4606327308699113643?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/4606327308699113643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=4606327308699113643&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/4606327308699113643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/4606327308699113643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-need-groceries.html' title='I need groceries...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-br9-14tl21E/Ttd7EyLXeUI/AAAAAAAALj4/AtX5E4Wlfp0/s72-c/IMG_20111201_080112-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-8777196186159397049</id><published>2011-11-30T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T05:32:01.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep slipped by me.</title><content type='html'>I couldn't get back to sleep this morning once I woke.&amp;nbsp; I woke at 4:12AM and was&amp;nbsp;wide awake.&amp;nbsp; I lay there and&amp;nbsp;closed my eyes testing to see if they wanted to stay shut or if they would pop open; popped open.&amp;nbsp; OK that's it, I'm awake.&amp;nbsp; I went to bed at my usual time 11PM so I don't know why I wasn't tired.&amp;nbsp; What should I do to &lt;strike&gt;kill time&lt;/strike&gt; take advantage of these gimme hours?&amp;nbsp; I &lt;strike&gt;don't want to&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;shouldn't&amp;nbsp;make a bunch of noise&amp;nbsp;and disturb Hubs.&amp;nbsp; Oh I know, I'll clean out my purse.&amp;nbsp; That is always a good &lt;strike&gt;time killer&lt;/strike&gt; way to while away the hours:)&amp;nbsp; Then I went down stairs to feed the cats, update some items on my calendar and stretch my shoulders.&amp;nbsp; It was then&amp;nbsp;time for a shower.&amp;nbsp; With time to spare I could take&amp;nbsp;a long hot wonderful&amp;nbsp;shower.&amp;nbsp; No rushing this morning :)&lt;br /&gt;Now here I sit at work thinking it has been a long day, it's 8:30AM.&amp;nbsp; Damn 4:30PM seems like forever from here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-8777196186159397049?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/8777196186159397049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=8777196186159397049&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8777196186159397049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8777196186159397049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleep-slipped-by-me.html' title='Sleep slipped by me.'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-1484407896318399091</id><published>2011-11-29T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T05:28:59.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What fun and then it was time to PUT IT DOWN.</title><content type='html'>I had so much fun playing with the phone yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I went searching the Internet at work&amp;nbsp;for the user's manual.&amp;nbsp; No it didn't come with the phone.&amp;nbsp; What you got with the phone was a little booklet about safety and hazard warnings.&amp;nbsp; You also got a fold out on how to make and receive a call.&amp;nbsp; I searched the Internet for the manual and got bamboozled, don't go there...&amp;nbsp; When I got home, after making dinner,&amp;nbsp;I logged in to my carrier, Sprint, using my laptop and with ease downloaded the manual.&amp;nbsp; I didn't do this earlier because I don't remember my sign in and had to look it up in the log.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then the dishes.&amp;nbsp; Then reading the manual for&amp;nbsp;a spell.&amp;nbsp; Then I decided to put down the phone, turn off the computer and be non techno.&amp;nbsp; I got out the new curtains I have to hem and began to tack&amp;nbsp;them up.&amp;nbsp; I only got one and a half pairs done before it was time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&amp;nbsp;neat thing we did Saturday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I asked Hubs if he had made any&amp;nbsp;donations to the Lutheran Church since Mom&amp;nbsp;passed away.&amp;nbsp; He said he hadn't and was meaning to do that.&amp;nbsp; So we took our (Pops) donation along with a donation for the building fund and attended Saturdays services.&amp;nbsp; Real good feeling...&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-1484407896318399091?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/1484407896318399091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=1484407896318399091&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1484407896318399091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1484407896318399091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-fun-adn-then-twas-time-to-put-it.html' title='What fun and then it was time to PUT IT DOWN.'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-6425673378660769786</id><published>2011-11-28T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T05:54:29.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be special 'cause Santa came early</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSmVQ0jZ3bU/TtOQZegwlqI/AAAAAAAALjc/Yi5S5_J4F4Y/s1600/nexus+s.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSmVQ0jZ3bU/TtOQZegwlqI/AAAAAAAALjc/Yi5S5_J4F4Y/s320/nexus+s.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Santa, disguised as my Husband, gave me a new Nexus S phone.&amp;nbsp; My first phone that "does stuff".&amp;nbsp; We took advantage of a 4 day Black Friday special and got the phone for free!&amp;nbsp; Since it was free and we upgraded our service to allow for unlimited (I don't like limitations)&amp;nbsp;play I asked Hubs to get one too FOR FREE!. &lt;br /&gt;The sales person said something that actually gave me pause to purchase when he said "you'll get hooked".&amp;nbsp; I don't want to be one of those people.&amp;nbsp; We shall see because just the thought of having the phone, which we took time to think about while having a slice of pizza, made me smile.&amp;nbsp; I knew it was my I want it smile.&amp;nbsp; As I was thinking about the phone, weighing the pros and cons,&amp;nbsp;Hubs was like well do you want the phone?&amp;nbsp; I said of course I want the phone, he says OK then and smiles, but is it too extravagant I said?&amp;nbsp; Now we both have one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-6425673378660769786?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/6425673378660769786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=6425673378660769786&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6425673378660769786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6425673378660769786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-must-be-special-cause-santa-came.html' title='I must be special &apos;cause Santa came early'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSmVQ0jZ3bU/TtOQZegwlqI/AAAAAAAALjc/Yi5S5_J4F4Y/s72-c/nexus+s.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-2690743248898625329</id><published>2011-11-27T17:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T17:05:54.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobil post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHATAYATHINKAMENOW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-2690743248898625329?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/2690743248898625329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=2690743248898625329&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2690743248898625329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2690743248898625329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/mobil-post.html' title='Mobil post'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-8313439175640701977</id><published>2011-11-26T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T16:53:00.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small business Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smallbusinesssaturday.com/"&gt;Small Business Saturday&lt;/a&gt;. You can read about it back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to patronize here:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://missysuglycookies.com/"&gt;Missy's Ugly Cookies&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-8313439175640701977?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/8313439175640701977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=8313439175640701977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8313439175640701977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8313439175640701977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/small-business-saturday.html' title='Small business Saturday'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-1281594012299022659</id><published>2011-11-24T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T07:55:19.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/U8E2gNf7QDE" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a href="http://evacassidy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms. Eva Cassidy site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Both Hubs and I like her voice and talent very much.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Cassidy passed away in 1996 at the age of 33 from Melanoma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-1281594012299022659?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/1281594012299022659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=1281594012299022659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1281594012299022659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1281594012299022659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/U8E2gNf7QDE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-7776252915926351370</id><published>2011-11-23T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:03:16.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...OK I'm a day early but I'm not a retail outlet and this isn't about MONEY!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-935fXFwHS8w/TszuyqAHbPI/AAAAAAAALi0/F26GQmscMLY/s1600/turkey+lamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-935fXFwHS8w/TszuyqAHbPI/AAAAAAAALi0/F26GQmscMLY/s1600/turkey+lamp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enjoy you holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-7776252915926351370?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/7776252915926351370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=7776252915926351370&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7776252915926351370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7776252915926351370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-935fXFwHS8w/TszuyqAHbPI/AAAAAAAALi0/F26GQmscMLY/s72-c/turkey+lamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-7322694899454078599</id><published>2011-11-22T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T06:08:30.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is not..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;BLACK FRIDAY IF THE SALE TAKES PLACE ON THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0haAMCim-c/TsusZYna2YI/AAAAAAAALic/fo_JTii1nlM/s1600/yawning+kitten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="291" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0haAMCim-c/TsusZYna2YI/AAAAAAAALic/fo_JTii1nlM/s400/yawning+kitten.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...just sayin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-7322694899454078599?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/7322694899454078599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=7322694899454078599&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7322694899454078599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7322694899454078599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-is-not.html' title='It is not..'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0haAMCim-c/TsusZYna2YI/AAAAAAAALic/fo_JTii1nlM/s72-c/yawning+kitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-2047916236245745311</id><published>2011-11-21T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T06:04:10.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondayblather</title><content type='html'>We waited three hours for the phone call and quess what, no phone call.&amp;nbsp; We could have gone about tdoing other things being as they were to call on Hubs cell phone be we wanted to be at table in front of our paperwork during the call; fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did go over to Pops&amp;nbsp;to blow the leaves and work with the cars.&amp;nbsp; Ha while we were at Pops house Hubs was bloing the leaves.&amp;nbsp; I was inside looking through the bathroom cupboard to see what could be thrown out.&amp;nbsp; I picked up a box of Efferdent to&amp;nbsp;see what was behing it.&amp;nbsp; When I brought down to eye level the opened box of Efferdent I saw Pops two missing dental partials.&amp;nbsp; They have been missing since Mom was in the hospital last November.&amp;nbsp; We took the partials over to Pops after we finished working and had lunch.&amp;nbsp; He couldn't believe I found them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went trap shooting for pumpkin pies :)&amp;nbsp; When you are shootinf if you break the green bird 1&amp;nbsp;(all others are orange 24) you win a pumpkin pie.&amp;nbsp; If you are high scorer on the squad you get a pumpkin pie.&amp;nbsp; First round&amp;nbsp;we didn't get a green bird but Hubs broke all 25 targets so he won a pie; I had a 22.&amp;nbsp; For our second round we still didn't get the green bird but once again Hubs broke all 25 so we got a pumpkin pie; I broke 24.&amp;nbsp; It was a pie pie day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shooting we went by Pops and got him some of his bath towels, hand towels and wash cloths.&amp;nbsp; He says the ones at the retirement home are like sand paper.&amp;nbsp; We dropped the towels off to him and then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am leaving work early (2PM)&amp;nbsp;to go to see Twilight Breaking Dawn Part I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-2047916236245745311?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/2047916236245745311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=2047916236245745311&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2047916236245745311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2047916236245745311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/mondayblather.html' title='Mondayblather'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-3247233292738367963</id><published>2011-11-19T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T04:04:53.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Tap for Saturday</title><content type='html'>I mopped the basement floor 6:30AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 8AM and 11AM&amp;nbsp; a company will be calling us to discuss Pops supplemental Medicare insurance changes.&amp;nbsp; He has it through the company he retired from but they are giving up handling the insurance so you now have to talk to these folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan to go over to Pops house and run some anti-freeze in to the '26 Packard and the '29 Grahm Paige.&amp;nbsp; The '41 Packard wont run so we can't put any into it but Hubs thinks it already has some.&amp;nbsp; The '37 Terraplane has some in it already too.&amp;nbsp; Hubs is going to leaf blow Pops leaves down the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to do some laundry (ours) at some point today, probably end up being tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe see if I can get Trespass&amp;nbsp;from Redbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I know at this writing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint we exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had to work the counter for a guy who took a vaca' day.&amp;nbsp; I spent the first 4 HOURS cleaning his computer keyboard, phone and mouse; twas grody.&amp;nbsp; Killed four hours and kept me busy.&amp;nbsp; Now I know I'm going to get shit Monday.&amp;nbsp; One of the guys took a picture of me cleaning BW's station and I'm sure the customers that saw me cleaning it are going to ride him.&amp;nbsp; Oh well he knows I'm a slight germ-a-phobe so I hope he wont be hurt by my actions.&amp;nbsp; I tell ya, stuff was probably groing on the items I cleaned and yes I was wearing gloves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-3247233292738367963?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/3247233292738367963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=3247233292738367963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3247233292738367963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3247233292738367963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-tap-for-saturday.html' title='On Tap for Saturday'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-5107456121665130574</id><published>2011-11-17T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T05:43:59.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck 'Don</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1OPDyMzHLXA/TsUNXRwCP2I/AAAAAAAALiE/4XyEKdGe_Lw/s1600/arch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1OPDyMzHLXA/TsUNXRwCP2I/AAAAAAAALiE/4XyEKdGe_Lw/s1600/arch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the memorial and after Hubs finished yickity yacking with all the staff we headed home.&amp;nbsp; I looked at Hubs and asked what's for dinner?&amp;nbsp; He replied I don't know what do you want?&amp;nbsp; I said I didn't care but I wasn't cooking; didn't want to do dishes AGAIN, STILL!&amp;nbsp; We went to the Brownstone but there was no parking so we left.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Having few other options in town he headed for the old standby McDonald's.&amp;nbsp; You can always get something from them and you don't need parking, just drive through.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy! I bet with a blog title like this, this will pop up on someones porn search.&amp;nbsp; Wont they be disappointed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Suck 'Don tm Phfrankie Bondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-5107456121665130574?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/5107456121665130574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=5107456121665130574&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5107456121665130574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5107456121665130574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/suck-don.html' title='Suck &apos;Don'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1OPDyMzHLXA/TsUNXRwCP2I/AAAAAAAALiE/4XyEKdGe_Lw/s72-c/arch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-1043256620257407493</id><published>2011-11-16T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T05:50:06.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Mom in-law</title><content type='html'>Today I am going here, excerpt from letter I received:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; On Wednesday, November 19, at 3:00pm, we shall be having a time of remembrance during our weekly Vespers service for those Frey Village residents who passed away during the period between July 1 and September 30, 2011...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We shall have an opportunity during the memorial liturgy for a family member to place a flower in a vase in memory of C--------.&amp;nbsp; Following the worship service, there will be a time for fellowship and refreshments in or main activity room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RVSP'd and told them I'd be placing the flower in the vase.&amp;nbsp; The letter mentioned if a family member was not available a staff member would place the flower.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't have that.&amp;nbsp; Mom deserved for a family member to be there.&amp;nbsp; I believe Hubs will be going with me.&amp;nbsp; I think I got a "I'll go along" from him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The funeral home where Mom's services were held is also having a memorial on December 6th.&amp;nbsp; For this one you place an ornament of a dove with your loved ones name on&amp;nbsp;to a Christmas tree.&amp;nbsp; Hubs said that sounded&amp;nbsp;nice.&amp;nbsp; I'm like&amp;nbsp;it sure does, wanna go?&amp;nbsp; I'm going.&amp;nbsp; He's like OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-1043256620257407493?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/1043256620257407493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=1043256620257407493&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1043256620257407493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1043256620257407493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/remembering-mom-in-law.html' title='Remembering Mom in-law'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-3568829153711909860</id><published>2011-11-15T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T05:25:47.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibEH1jtVDQ8/TsJkW92GBjI/AAAAAAAALhs/frH1f-u97JY/s1600/guy+n+gals.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibEH1jtVDQ8/TsJkW92GBjI/AAAAAAAALhs/frH1f-u97JY/s320/guy+n+gals.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;rists felt pretty good last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ade grilled cheese for Hubs.&amp;nbsp; I had baloney no cheese, gave it all to Hubs.&amp;nbsp; I didn't have enough and if I didn't put it in his sammy well he would&amp;nbsp;of just had grilled bread :)&amp;nbsp; We shared a can of beef noodle soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;atched TV, did laundry, used treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ad two cups of pure peppermint tea to help ease my sinus' discomfort.&amp;nbsp; Damn they are jacked from the leaf work Sunday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can see the swelling on either side of my nose.&amp;nbsp; The tea is supposed to be 100% caffeine free but I had a tough time getting to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;peaking of the leaves.&amp;nbsp; The leaf truck is scheduled to be by Wed and Thurs of this week.&amp;nbsp; We worked on the leaves Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Good thing we did, the leaf truck came by yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I'd have been fucking pissed if I had waited to get to my leaves until Monday after work which I was thinking about.&amp;nbsp; Oh well they are gone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;More dropped last night.&amp;nbsp; We had a leaf&amp;nbsp;row for the truck to pick up that was about mid thigh height.&amp;nbsp; That row was from our front driveway to the corner of the street.&amp;nbsp; On the other side of the house the leaf row was about mid calf deep.&amp;nbsp; Three huge sick-of-more trees are gonna drop a lot of leaves.&amp;nbsp; Hubs has tempered his raging leaf hatred temper and we worked quite well together Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-3568829153711909860?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/3568829153711909860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=3568829153711909860&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3568829153711909860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3568829153711909860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/blather_15.html' title='Blather...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibEH1jtVDQ8/TsJkW92GBjI/AAAAAAAALhs/frH1f-u97JY/s72-c/guy+n+gals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-8157870930088225108</id><published>2011-11-14T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T06:50:50.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Both barrels...</title><content type='html'>The left wrist does not hurt often from carpal tunnel but when it does it hurts in a different way from my right wrist.&amp;nbsp; The left wrist swells and aches especially at night.&amp;nbsp; When the more frequently afflicted right wrist acts up it aches too but will also make forming a fist and grasping ahold of items quite painful.&amp;nbsp; So I am doubly braced up today.&amp;nbsp; Frick frack ding dang dong!&amp;nbsp; The exercises I found on the net work real well for my right wrist but not so much for the left.&amp;nbsp; The left heals better by limiting the use.&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pR0zxjxQY-4/TsEowUtp9yI/AAAAAAAALhU/uoQS4dBEyMQ/s1600/left.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pR0zxjxQY-4/TsEowUtp9yI/AAAAAAAALhU/uoQS4dBEyMQ/s200/left.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;getting it from the left&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYHTx8KxHBk/TsEoxWD7wuI/AAAAAAAALhc/NUsAPe-SOds/s1600/right.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYHTx8KxHBk/TsEoxWD7wuI/AAAAAAAALhc/NUsAPe-SOds/s200/right.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;getting it from the right&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-8157870930088225108?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/8157870930088225108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=8157870930088225108&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8157870930088225108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8157870930088225108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/both-barrels.html' title='Both barrels...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pR0zxjxQY-4/TsEowUtp9yI/AAAAAAAALhU/uoQS4dBEyMQ/s72-c/left.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-6448651151503671864</id><published>2011-11-11T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T06:09:13.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 times as likely...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zo8lAkRf33Y/Tr0rxx2KMcI/AAAAAAAALhM/IDRCjdp_kSU/s1600/snake+eye+stuffy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zo8lAkRf33Y/Tr0rxx2KMcI/AAAAAAAALhM/IDRCjdp_kSU/s200/snake+eye+stuffy.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A very dear (like a Brother) friend of Hubs left today headed for Connecticut.&amp;nbsp; His oldest Daughter is getting married tonight &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 11-11-11&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking this morning if snake eyes is considered bad luck, like in craps, is her marriage 3 times as likely to end in divorce being married on &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 11-11-11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-6448651151503671864?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/6448651151503671864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=6448651151503671864&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6448651151503671864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6448651151503671864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/3-times-as-likely.html' title='3 times as likely...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zo8lAkRf33Y/Tr0rxx2KMcI/AAAAAAAALhM/IDRCjdp_kSU/s72-c/snake+eye+stuffy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-5283144721237843625</id><published>2011-11-10T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T05:37:59.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fired him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzBS86yihdQ/TrvNu-s_GeI/AAAAAAAALg4/-Q4yxso0Xl0/s1600/paterno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzBS86yihdQ/TrvNu-s_GeI/AAAAAAAALg4/-Q4yxso0Xl0/s200/paterno.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think the firing of Joe Paterno was a load of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;C R A P&lt;/span&gt;!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sporto here so my opinion is not out of any loyalty to any &lt;em&gt;ooh&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ah &lt;/em&gt;sports team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put Joe on a train and sent him&amp;nbsp;off the field and outta the locker room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, how much money does the school save by doing this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-5283144721237843625?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/5283144721237843625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=5283144721237843625&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5283144721237843625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5283144721237843625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/fired-him.html' title='Fired him?'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzBS86yihdQ/TrvNu-s_GeI/AAAAAAAALg4/-Q4yxso0Xl0/s72-c/paterno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-6470077114000491703</id><published>2011-11-09T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T08:37:00.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had uhm no HAVE a jag on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep I felt like she looks.&amp;nbsp; I was walking to get my FIRST cup of coffe and a customer stops me...&amp;nbsp; Then I walk up to the pots(2) of coffe and both&amp;nbsp;have about a &amp;nbsp;1/4 pot, fuck.&amp;nbsp; I am not the type to take my cup and walk away so I have to combine the pots and make a new one before I have my coffee.&amp;nbsp; Small thing? Yes.&amp;nbsp; Happens to me often? Yes.&amp;nbsp; Not in the mood for it today? Apparently not.&amp;nbsp; 'tsall good though the jag is fading now.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0Kpzkg5tAI/Trp9Rauzc8I/AAAAAAAALgo/K8UNAiozwKk/s1600/angy+wolf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0Kpzkg5tAI/Trp9Rauzc8I/AAAAAAAALgo/K8UNAiozwKk/s1600/angy+wolf.jpg" /&gt;&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/6855669705755998626-6470077114000491703?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/6470077114000491703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=6470077114000491703&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6470077114000491703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6470077114000491703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/had-jag-on.html' title='Had uhm no HAVE a jag on...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0Kpzkg5tAI/Trp9Rauzc8I/AAAAAAAALgo/K8UNAiozwKk/s72-c/angy+wolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-4841472162806521575</id><published>2011-11-08T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T05:14:19.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pUjF2kHTl5o/TrkqwVFxiLI/AAAAAAAALgI/AtVJb6jNmYw/s1600/purple+lis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pUjF2kHTl5o/TrkqwVFxiLI/AAAAAAAALgI/AtVJb6jNmYw/s1600/purple+lis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ms.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYFMIVsNisc/TrkqxlNdp7I/AAAAAAAALgQ/teA_NED-Vgo/s1600/lis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYFMIVsNisc/TrkqxlNdp7I/AAAAAAAALgQ/teA_NED-Vgo/s1600/lis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;De&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s-AnEM3JgaA/TrkqzA16AFI/AAAAAAAALgY/5PNZamjQuTY/s1600/red+lis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s-AnEM3JgaA/TrkqzA16AFI/AAAAAAAALgY/5PNZamjQuTY/s1600/red+lis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-4841472162806521575?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/4841472162806521575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=4841472162806521575&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/4841472162806521575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/4841472162806521575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/feel-better.html' title='Feel better...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pUjF2kHTl5o/TrkqwVFxiLI/AAAAAAAALgI/AtVJb6jNmYw/s72-c/purple+lis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-4159341590256814193</id><published>2011-11-07T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T05:56:53.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blather</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Portabella's for shrimp &amp;amp; crab quesadilla appetiser.&amp;nbsp; I had coffee and Bailey's while Hubs had Sam Adams Winter fest.&amp;nbsp; Dinner for me was a burger south of the border and Hubs had bbg chicken sammy.&amp;nbsp; Home to watch Fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I went to Community Aid, a second hand store, for the first time.&amp;nbsp; They were having everything 1/2 off as well as running several give aways for a 42 inch TV and gift cards.&amp;nbsp; The store was huge and packed with folks.&amp;nbsp; I looked for the grey hoodie I want but didn't find one.&amp;nbsp; At one point I noticed that the check out line was all the way from the front of the store to the back and starting to wrap around the isles.&amp;nbsp; I'm like even if I did find something I sure as hell don't want it bad enough to wait in line to pay for it.&amp;nbsp; I'm outta here.&amp;nbsp; I headed home.&amp;nbsp; Hubs was in Elizabethtown shooting trap.&amp;nbsp; We met up at home.&amp;nbsp; We went to Pop's house&amp;nbsp;and got the 1937 Terraplane to take it for a drive.&amp;nbsp; We drove it to the ret' community and Hubs took Pops for a spin.&amp;nbsp; We checked out the communitie's little Harvest Bazaar.&amp;nbsp; I bought a crochet cap $2 and a crochet scarf $3.&amp;nbsp; When we brought Pops back to his room he started blurring time and talking about the new place which is spectacular like it was Frey which left alot to be desired.&amp;nbsp; He upset Hubs who walked out.&amp;nbsp; Hubs so desperately wants his Dad to be happy and to realize that this place he is in now is pretty friggin awesome but with his dementia it will take time for Pops to adjust.&amp;nbsp; Hubs is afraid they will boot him out.&amp;nbsp; I told him they evaluated Pops prior to accepting him&amp;nbsp;and that they are used to dealing with this situation.&amp;nbsp; Saturday night we went to a comedy club with some friends.&amp;nbsp; Dana emailed me Friday and said they had four tickets would we like to go.&amp;nbsp; I called the club and they are a non-smoking&amp;nbsp;club so I said absolutely.&amp;nbsp; I laughed so much and so hard I just wanted it to stop :)&amp;nbsp; Good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sunday paper and coffee.&amp;nbsp; Breakfast at Angie's Diner.&amp;nbsp; Target for Stridex (didn't have) and storage totes for Pops stuff at the house.&amp;nbsp; Stopped by work to get some leaf rakes both of mine have snapped from age.&amp;nbsp; Went home to drop off rakes then by Pops to drop off totes.&amp;nbsp; Then to ret' community where I ran in and dropped off a few items for Pops.&amp;nbsp; Stopped at K-Mart on the way home to see if they had Stridex; score.&amp;nbsp; Home for Hubs to nap. &amp;nbsp;I did some laundry and tidying.&amp;nbsp; Dinner ham steak and corn.&amp;nbsp; TV.&amp;nbsp; Bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-4159341590256814193?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/4159341590256814193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=4159341590256814193&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/4159341590256814193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/4159341590256814193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/blather.html' title='Blather'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-1691939427128420876</id><published>2011-11-04T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T05:48:34.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backing away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEvhYp5SvSw/TrPbSpxvj5I/AAAAAAAALfo/dNKeXRUqfis/s1600/germs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEvhYp5SvSw/TrPbSpxvj5I/AAAAAAAALfo/dNKeXRUqfis/s320/germs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The op's manager here has a cold.&amp;nbsp; Sounds like a doozy.&amp;nbsp; I think he got it from the acc'ts payable gal.&amp;nbsp; No nothing&amp;nbsp;going on between them but&amp;nbsp;our labyrinth of offices have closed doors.&amp;nbsp; I dread using our door knobs here at work this time of year.&amp;nbsp;I am very mindful of the germs in this joint.&amp;nbsp; Coming in to work sick is the name of the game for us non-rich and under staffed&amp;nbsp;folks.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday the op's manager is speaking to me at the counter, too close I might add.&amp;nbsp; I kept backing away and he kept advancing.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;had to tell him I keep backing away from you because I don't want your cold.&amp;nbsp; I know I have hand sanitizer but I don't want to drink it!&amp;nbsp; That stopped him in his tracks.&amp;nbsp; Oh,&amp;nbsp; he&amp;nbsp;has one of those dry cough colds and he coughs without covering his mouth, thanks pal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-1691939427128420876?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/1691939427128420876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=1691939427128420876&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1691939427128420876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1691939427128420876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/backing-away.html' title='Backing away'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEvhYp5SvSw/TrPbSpxvj5I/AAAAAAAALfo/dNKeXRUqfis/s72-c/germs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-2015298169657058138</id><published>2011-11-03T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:57:56.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...just sick about it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-at5FpaD0Azk/TrKPh-lUX8I/AAAAAAAALfQ/ankXaBEm1Wg/s1600/fiddlefaddle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-at5FpaD0Azk/TrKPh-lUX8I/AAAAAAAALfQ/ankXaBEm1Wg/s200/fiddlefaddle.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The "home" called yesterday and spoke to Hubs. They said Pops lost his wallet and he said it had $150 in it. Pops said his roommate took it. Hubs told them the wallet had only $51 in it and to let him know what they find out. We went to the "home" after work having heard nothing from them after the initial call. We were planning on going there after work anyway to see how Pops first night went. Pops looked so distressed. Who wouldn't be distressed at losing their wallet. We searched his room, found nothing. Hubs retraced Pops steps. He spoke to a resident that remembers Pops showing him some pictures of cars from his wallet at dinner. We tried to console Pops, he said he was just sick about it. The staff was on top of it. They said they would go through the roommates clothes that night. They had searched his side of the room and asked him about a wallet. He said he only had his, showed it to the staff and Pops. His wallet is monogrammed. It was getting to be dinner time so I walked Pops to his dining room. I gave him a squeeze and a kiss telling him it would be OK. He walked into dinner. Hubs and I were upset that Pops stay was tainted so early on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings at 10:55PM. I answer it and it is Pops. He called, well the "home" called I assume as the phone stumps him, to tell me HE found the wallet. He chuckled and told me it was inside his box of Fiddle Faddle. He must have thought that was a better place to hide it than his socks when he went to bed the night before. I looked in his snack drawer and was going to open the box of Faddle, I swear I was, but he said he had eaten no snacks. We just brought him the box of Faddle yesterday, day 1, so I figured it was still sealed. When I looked at the box I was going to check because I thought it would be a good place to stash something from thieving hands. We both chuckled and said good night. Hubs was smiling as I relayed the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footnote:&amp;nbsp; First day there the roomie went through my satchel.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully I took my purse with me when we went to lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-2015298169657058138?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/2015298169657058138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=2015298169657058138&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2015298169657058138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2015298169657058138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-sick-about-it.html' title='...just sick about it...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-at5FpaD0Azk/TrKPh-lUX8I/AAAAAAAALfQ/ankXaBEm1Wg/s72-c/fiddlefaddle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-386196912053096004</id><published>2011-11-02T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T05:28:34.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bondo ~n~ Patsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I were you I would go &lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://shadygrove999.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and listen to&amp;nbsp;a gift from God; and Phfrankie :)&amp;nbsp; I know I will several times today :).&amp;nbsp; While you're there take a look around.&amp;nbsp; It's a very nice place to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWSJNYWEV94/TrE2az107NI/AAAAAAAALe0/Rwf0WHcyX6E/s1600/Bondo+n+Patsy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-386196912053096004?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/386196912053096004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=386196912053096004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/386196912053096004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/386196912053096004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/bondo-n-patsy.html' title='Bondo ~n~ Patsy'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWSJNYWEV94/TrE2az107NI/AAAAAAAALe0/Rwf0WHcyX6E/s72-c/Bondo+n+Patsy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-1542755274201650229</id><published>2011-11-01T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T05:54:16.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pops first day at his new "home"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixikl2dv6TU/Tq_rq-MrdWI/AAAAAAAALes/S2SPu_h-0qw/s1600/first+day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixikl2dv6TU/Tq_rq-MrdWI/AAAAAAAALes/S2SPu_h-0qw/s1600/first+day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can only imagine but I think this day feels something akin to a child's first day of school for the three of us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-1542755274201650229?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/1542755274201650229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=1542755274201650229&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1542755274201650229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1542755274201650229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/11/pops-first-day-at-his-new-home.html' title='Pops first day at his new &quot;home&quot;'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixikl2dv6TU/Tq_rq-MrdWI/AAAAAAAALes/S2SPu_h-0qw/s72-c/first+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-2289037206478712588</id><published>2011-10-31T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T06:23:59.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We got slammed alright!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OCLewtkyevk/Tq6eng2-SgI/AAAAAAAALek/KvGgGXv00VQ/s1600/man+in+october+snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OCLewtkyevk/Tq6eng2-SgI/AAAAAAAALek/KvGgGXv00VQ/s320/man+in+october+snow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pennlive.com/midstate/index.ssf/2011/10/harrisburg_storm_lives_up_to_w.html"&gt;http://www.pennlive.com/midstate/index.ssf/2011/10/harrisburg_storm_lives_up_to_w.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We went out about 9:30 AM to see and meet the people at the new "home" where Pops will be moving Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; It was snowing pretty steady at this point; big flakes.&amp;nbsp; We were at the "home" a couple of hours.&amp;nbsp; When we left our car was covered with snow.&amp;nbsp; Did we have a snow brush, nope.&amp;nbsp; We decided with record low temps forecast we should go winterize the RV.&amp;nbsp; We were diverted en route due to fallen trees.&amp;nbsp; We winterized the RV without incident.&amp;nbsp; We were there about two hours.&amp;nbsp; On our way back, still snowing, we were diverted three more times for fallen trees and one pick up truck crash.&amp;nbsp; Our power was out apparently about four hours but was back on before we got home.&amp;nbsp; We stopped at the Giant grocery store in town before going home to get some salad dressing and rent a movie.&amp;nbsp; The store was running on emergency back up generators.&amp;nbsp; Many folks in our area are still without power today.&amp;nbsp; We were so lucky.&amp;nbsp; We sustained no major&amp;nbsp;damage to our trees or house and neither did Pops house.&amp;nbsp; Our Japanese maple was bowing very badly but we gently shook the snow off it and the tree only lost a very small limb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we watched The Rite&amp;nbsp;starring&amp;nbsp;Sir Anthony Hopkins&amp;nbsp;and also Nick of Time starring Johnny Depp.&amp;nbsp; These two actors rank among our top favorites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-2289037206478712588?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/2289037206478712588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=2289037206478712588&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2289037206478712588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2289037206478712588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-got-slammed-alright.html' title='We got slammed alright!'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OCLewtkyevk/Tq6eng2-SgI/AAAAAAAALek/KvGgGXv00VQ/s72-c/man+in+october+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-1987186854029691261</id><published>2011-10-28T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T06:25:53.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SNOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;They say it will be here by 10AM tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Yee friggin HA!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;On a nicer note the air was so crisp and clean this morning.&amp;nbsp; We had about 35 degrees.&amp;nbsp; We have a real nice view at one point on our way to work and today it was just spectacular!&amp;nbsp; Hi ho Hi ho it's off to work I go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-1987186854029691261?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/1987186854029691261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=1987186854029691261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1987186854029691261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1987186854029691261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s coming!'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-1750967548008410933</id><published>2011-10-27T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T05:24:19.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday night I made, see below :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I took some of these remaining apples from those I was gifted October 9th by Dave Lockard at the Packard Truck meet in York Springs Pennsylvania.&lt;/div&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;&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;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LN8SiL5nvXI/TqidRcM5uFI/AAAAAAAALd8/f7iJVVuRyEs/s1600/IMG_2703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LN8SiL5nvXI/TqidRcM5uFI/AAAAAAAALd8/f7iJVVuRyEs/s320/IMG_2703.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elBTOJR1Xyo/Tqie9OwCcBI/AAAAAAAALeE/XNBPkifRrto/s1600/apple+pie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elBTOJR1Xyo/Tqie9OwCcBI/AAAAAAAALeE/XNBPkifRrto/s320/apple+pie.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and made this; all from scratch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;IT TASTED ABSOFRIGGINLUTELY LIKE A VERY GOOD APPLE PIE!&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;P.S.&amp;nbsp; Happy 27th Wedding Anniversary to me and Hubs :*&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-1750967548008410933?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/1750967548008410933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=1750967548008410933&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1750967548008410933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1750967548008410933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-night-i-made-see-below.html' title='Tuesday night I made, see below :)'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LN8SiL5nvXI/TqidRcM5uFI/AAAAAAAALd8/f7iJVVuRyEs/s72-c/IMG_2703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-3937079467092290753</id><published>2011-10-26T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T05:13:42.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night...</title><content type='html'>...He said &lt;em&gt;So are you gonna make a...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said &lt;em&gt;I don't have everything I need to make a...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that he stripped to his shorts to go watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I did have what I needed so I made a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures tomorrow&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-3937079467092290753?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/3937079467092290753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=3937079467092290753&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3937079467092290753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3937079467092290753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-night.html' title='Last night...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-5655123858685498925</id><published>2011-10-25T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T05:58:17.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another lost skill...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder about the youth of today.&amp;nbsp; With all the texting, facebooking and tweeting will they lose the skill of verbalization?&amp;nbsp; It actually is a possiblilty for all ages as all&amp;nbsp;are opting for the typed word.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;found that after 26 years of marriage I was able to&amp;nbsp;communicate with my Hubs through noise or even a gesture.&amp;nbsp; I didn't&amp;nbsp;need actual words for him to understand what I wanted and &amp;nbsp;hand me something or do something&amp;nbsp;for me.&amp;nbsp; I noticed a definate decline in my ability to verbalize with ease.&amp;nbsp; Simply talking required more thought to form the words that were in my head.&amp;nbsp; Ever mindful&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;Alzheimers and Demntia I began to worry.&amp;nbsp; Making the effort to speak&amp;nbsp;instead of motion or make a noise has improved&amp;nbsp;my speaking greatly.&amp;nbsp; I took for granted speach.&amp;nbsp; I truly think it is a use it or lose it ability.&amp;nbsp; With&amp;nbsp;the ease of type speach I worry about all of us losing our voice.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3-RveLw-EN8/Tqav26mpQDI/AAAAAAAALdU/MszxqQUKceo/s1600/mouth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3-RveLw-EN8/Tqav26mpQDI/AAAAAAAALdU/MszxqQUKceo/s1600/mouth.jpg" /&gt;&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/6855669705755998626-5655123858685498925?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/5655123858685498925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=5655123858685498925&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5655123858685498925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5655123858685498925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-lost-skill.html' title='Another lost skill...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3-RveLw-EN8/Tqav26mpQDI/AAAAAAAALdU/MszxqQUKceo/s72-c/mouth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-8351807276497270140</id><published>2011-10-24T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T05:36:35.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;:&amp;nbsp; Ate dinner at J&amp;amp;J's.&amp;nbsp; I had spag' and meatballs while Hubs had veal parm'.&amp;nbsp; We then went to Red Box to rent Brides Maids.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I waited for a couple to check out a movie.&amp;nbsp; Then I helped a woman return her two movies.&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;commented she didn't like Red Box.&amp;nbsp; This was her first and last time renting from them.&amp;nbsp; It even gave her a movie she didn't choose...&amp;nbsp; A man walked up to wait to use the Red Box.&amp;nbsp; He watched as I tried to rent Brides Maids.&amp;nbsp; I turned to Hubs and said it's rented :(.&amp;nbsp; I started to walk from the machine and&amp;nbsp;the man says I have it here to return.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cool I say.&amp;nbsp; He says I'll return it and then you quick rent it before someone has a chance to reserve it on line.&amp;nbsp; So that is what we did.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We enjoyed the movie.&amp;nbsp; I told&amp;nbsp;Hubs there is a scene that&amp;nbsp;I've seen in&amp;nbsp;the movie trailers on TV and it was not in the movie we watched ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;:&amp;nbsp; Went to Conawago to use our free round of trapshooting tickets.&amp;nbsp; I was having a bout with my sciatica so I didn't shoot.&amp;nbsp; Hubs broke all of the first 25 and dropped the 24th bird out of the second 25 for a 49 YEAH!&amp;nbsp;Went by folks house to check it out.&amp;nbsp; Grabbed Pops Merc' to take it for a spin.&amp;nbsp; We went shopping at Kohl's with a 20% off coupon.&amp;nbsp; I got a&amp;nbsp;3fer of earrings, costume jewelry ring and a pair of shorts.&amp;nbsp; Hubs got sneakers, 2&amp;nbsp;Henley shirts and a pair of shorts.&amp;nbsp; Dinner at Country Table Buffet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;:&amp;nbsp; Lounging reading the paper drinking coffee.&amp;nbsp; Went over to the P.O. Box to get Pops mail from Saturday.&amp;nbsp; The new magazine I ordered for him WWII came in.&amp;nbsp; Took mail over to Pops about 1:30.&amp;nbsp; He was still in his jammies eating lunch.&amp;nbsp; We gave him his mail and asked if he'd like to go for a drive to look at the fall leaves.&amp;nbsp; Told him to get&amp;nbsp;dressed and we'd be back in about an hour.&amp;nbsp; Hubs &amp;amp; I went to Neato Burrito for lunch.&amp;nbsp; The three of us headed up the mountain to look at leaves.&amp;nbsp; At one point I sat mezmerized thinking this is my idea of heaven.&amp;nbsp; Driving&amp;nbsp;under a canopy of&amp;nbsp;multicolored leaves to my shear delight.&amp;nbsp;On the way back Hubs&amp;nbsp;asked Pops if he'd like to stop for dinner, it was about 4:30 now, he said he was still full from lunch.&amp;nbsp; We drove him back to the "home".&amp;nbsp; Hubs told the nurse that we didn't stop for dinner so please don't forget Pops at 5pm dinner or he'll think he was jipped or something.&amp;nbsp; When the nurse came in to mention taking him to dinner he was like OK that will be fine, after my kids leave :)&amp;nbsp; We headed to the grocery store and Red Box for another movie.&amp;nbsp; Got Setup with Bruce Willis and 50Cent.&amp;nbsp; At one point I looked over to Hubs and said this movie is not very good.&amp;nbsp; He chuckled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-8351807276497270140?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/8351807276497270140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=8351807276497270140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8351807276497270140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8351807276497270140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/blather.html' title='Blather'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-5769137099322702073</id><published>2011-10-21T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T05:19:19.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constant Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just like it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/08e9k-c91E8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/08e9k-c91E8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/08e9k-c91E8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-5769137099322702073?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/5769137099322702073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=5769137099322702073&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5769137099322702073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5769137099322702073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/constant-sorrow.html' title='Constant Sorrow'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-3243646172608916702</id><published>2011-10-20T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T05:00:07.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scope this artwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bunny&lt;/em&gt;, by Masao Kinoshita&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGfWl43fb_I/Tp-MFK7qrpI/AAAAAAAALco/8AQstwWn2i4/s1600/Bunny+art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGfWl43fb_I/Tp-MFK7qrpI/AAAAAAAALco/8AQstwWn2i4/s320/Bunny+art.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&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/6855669705755998626-3243646172608916702?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/3243646172608916702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=3243646172608916702&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3243646172608916702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3243646172608916702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/scope-this-artwork.html' title='Scope this artwork'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGfWl43fb_I/Tp-MFK7qrpI/AAAAAAAALco/8AQstwWn2i4/s72-c/Bunny+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-8970607877857283055</id><published>2011-10-19T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T05:15:35.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favorites.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b6aR4-sns9U/Tp6_WZSjgMI/AAAAAAAALb8/BgiDu8TuU4E/s1600/dog%2Bon%2Bbed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665175772745400514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b6aR4-sns9U/Tp6_WZSjgMI/AAAAAAAALb8/BgiDu8TuU4E/s400/dog%2Bon%2Bbed.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Master Bedroom" Print by Andrew Wyeth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-8970607877857283055?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/8970607877857283055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=8970607877857283055&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8970607877857283055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8970607877857283055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-of-my-favorites.html' title='One of my favorites.'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b6aR4-sns9U/Tp6_WZSjgMI/AAAAAAAALb8/BgiDu8TuU4E/s72-c/dog%2Bon%2Bbed.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-6072400549990683703</id><published>2011-10-18T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T05:43:46.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picked upon...</title><content type='html'>I feel I was being picked upon yesterday by a customer/previous fellow employee. I walked across the parking lot to discuss an invoice we'd received. Across the parking lot is another company that used to be a division of us until splitting off a year or two ago. Their name is similar to ours, companies know their people as our people, sometimes they just use our name instead of setting up their own accounts with vendors; no we don't like it. Anyhoodle I go over and discuss the invoice, they'll take care of it. As I am leaving one of the guys says "what are you doing to your hair?" He had seen it a few weeks ago when I colored it but not since I cut it. I told him I was playing with my hair and started to walk away. He says well come back here and let me look at it. Isn't that why people do that to their hair so people will look at them? There was a tone to his voice I didn't care for; he had &lt;em&gt;a tone&lt;/em&gt;. I stopped and walked back saying NO it's because they like it! He said what does Hubs think of your hair? I said he likes it. Well that's all that really matters isn't it he says. Then he asks What do you think of your hair? I replied I like it and THAT is all that matters; after all I can always wear a hood or a hat! I had told them about what Pops said about the hood or hat and one of the guys said "oh that ain't right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what his deal was but I walked away feeling picked upon; fucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-6072400549990683703?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/6072400549990683703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=6072400549990683703&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6072400549990683703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6072400549990683703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/picked-upon.html' title='Picked upon...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-431683831540861018</id><published>2011-10-17T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T05:46:52.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you have to get so ...</title><content type='html'>...actually I don't remember the exact word he used. I think it was nasty. Why do you have to get so nasty, as in mean, as in bitchy, as in not at all nice. When we go see Pops sometimes I am not at all pleasant towards Hubs. I'm not unpleasant &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; towards Pops but Hubs gets it with both barrels. When we left the "home" last evening he asked me the question and yelled a little without waiting for an answer. I'm not sure if he meant for the question to be rhetorical or not. I of course yelled back a little I AM NOT ALWAYS NASTY, mean, bitchy or whatever the verbage, AND YOU KNOW IT! This lead to silence for the rest of the evening. The question made me think. I get mean because I SO SO SO don't want to be there and listen to Pops says the exact same, almost word for word, things I've heard in our previous visits. My minds SCREAMS, it screams I tell ya, at the sound of the same blather. Hubs gets the brunt of my displeasure because he asks me to go with him; he requires it. I guess I have to make my displeasure known to him so that he does not forget I don't want to be here, you made me come so this is what you get deal with it! It is NOT his fault his Father has dementia but it is his fault to "require" me to go along every time he goes to visit his Father. I can refuse to go and have once. That's the other thing that pisses me off, why should I have to refuse. How about simply declining to accompany him, nope I have to actually stand my ground and refuse. Hard for him? Yes. Hard for me? Yes. Tough on us both? Yes. When we left his Pops the visit before this one Hubs actually mentioned moving in with his Father to help save money. I CAN NOT DO THAT. I will go insane. He says well if we lose our jobs... I say when we get to that bridge THEN we will cross it. This is not the first time he has asked me the &lt;em&gt;why do you have to get so&lt;/em&gt; question. I make an effort to be not so... I will have to again beef up my efforts to be pleasant which is not my strong suit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-431683831540861018?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/431683831540861018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=431683831540861018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/431683831540861018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/431683831540861018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-do-you-have-to-get-so.html' title='Why do you have to get so ...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-5348944535200553331</id><published>2011-10-14T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T05:23:16.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Images of my yout'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AT5t-ltLJSM/TpgnXPyLHII/AAAAAAAALbM/MhJC3oJavSE/s1600/corning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663319811745848450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AT5t-ltLJSM/TpgnXPyLHII/AAAAAAAALbM/MhJC3oJavSE/s200/corning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ma had C&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;orningWare&lt;/span&gt; with this design. Dad bought her quite a few pieces; for Christmas I think. I have some still. Because this design instantly brings to mind my Mother I get the warm and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuzzies&lt;/span&gt; whenever I see it at a flea market, swap meet or yard sale. Sis' and I each have one of the salad/cereal bowls, solid blue on the outside solid white on the inside. &lt;br /&gt;And Now You Know &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6855669705755998626-5348944535200553331?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/5348944535200553331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=5348944535200553331&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5348944535200553331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5348944535200553331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/images-of-my-yout.html' title='Images of my yout&apos;'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AT5t-ltLJSM/TpgnXPyLHII/AAAAAAAALbM/MhJC3oJavSE/s72-c/corning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-6612822791435123365</id><published>2011-10-13T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:37:28.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No filters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-92RWzSavgRM/TpcTjWvFYpI/AAAAAAAALbA/e0uWbikCzyk/s1600/Oct13_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663016554561102482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-92RWzSavgRM/TpcTjWvFYpI/AAAAAAAALbA/e0uWbikCzyk/s200/Oct13_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pops has no verbal filters or at least very few and they aren't used often.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by to see him yesterday for a brief visit.&lt;br /&gt;He says &lt;em&gt;What happened to your hair?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say &lt;em&gt;I got a hair cut.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says &lt;em&gt;Well you can always wear a hood or hat to cover it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and said &lt;em&gt;I like it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He says &lt;em&gt;Well that's good I guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut is very very short and spiked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying &lt;em&gt;if you've got nothing nice to say then say nothing at all&lt;/em&gt; is more to my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6855669705755998626-6612822791435123365?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/6612822791435123365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=6612822791435123365&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6612822791435123365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6612822791435123365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-filters.html' title='No filters'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-92RWzSavgRM/TpcTjWvFYpI/AAAAAAAALbA/e0uWbikCzyk/s72-c/Oct13_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-8284651873497282169</id><published>2011-10-12T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T05:17:32.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 weeks later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BN1Ssje9SIk/TpTujXgzkzI/AAAAAAAALao/YdoYAtmyRAg/s1600/Mom%2Bstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662412922886001458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BN1Ssje9SIk/TpTujXgzkzI/AAAAAAAALao/YdoYAtmyRAg/s400/Mom%2Bstone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...6 weeks after they cashed our check, three contacts made by me for update status and we have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;------- Mom's dates.&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;below Mom's information is her Mother in-law's.&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/6855669705755998626-8284651873497282169?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/8284651873497282169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=8284651873497282169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8284651873497282169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8284651873497282169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/8-weeks-later.html' title='8 weeks later...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BN1Ssje9SIk/TpTujXgzkzI/AAAAAAAALao/YdoYAtmyRAg/s72-c/Mom%2Bstone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-7829795644351975353</id><published>2011-10-10T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T05:17:18.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh it's Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Running&lt;/span&gt; out of cat's pills, I'll be out by Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Computer&lt;/span&gt; learnin' folks are to be here today and one of our counter guys is a no show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Computer&lt;/span&gt; learnin' folks haven't shown up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have a boat load of laundry to do tonight, damn it sure does pile up when you don't do it HA ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; I went to Saturday's Market and got batteries for three of my watches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; went to K-Mart to get Pops a bigger size of velcro sneakers. He loved them. Usually there is always something not right when we try and buy him something. It made Hubs very happy that his Pops dug the sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Took &lt;/span&gt;Pops to the Packard Truck meet Sunday. It went well. We've been going there for a bazillion years. When we got there Pops said "I think this is the first one of these" He later on in the day said "you know I think I've been to a few of these before"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; we took Pops back to the "home" we drove out to the RV and ran it up the road a piece. Then before putting it back in to storage we ran the generator for about 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt; for dinner and TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; was my weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-7829795644351975353?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/7829795644351975353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=7829795644351975353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7829795644351975353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7829795644351975353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-its-monday.html' title='Oh it&apos;s Monday'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-478214456581025911</id><published>2011-10-06T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T05:32:09.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lugz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VANSbkPbqaM/To2cem0SqgI/AAAAAAAALZ4/6pEdU9dNHwc/s1600/lugz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660352356304464386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VANSbkPbqaM/To2cem0SqgI/AAAAAAAALZ4/6pEdU9dNHwc/s400/lugz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wearing my new Lugz today. Boys size 5.5. Ordered off Internet. Got about a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitant to wear 'cause I didn't want to dirty them. It's been raining and they will get spotty&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am walking through the store today to get my first cup of coffee, RE spills his entire cup of coffee on the counter and floor mere seconds before I walked by. None got on my shoes but is this an omen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs sees my new shoes and says of all the places for you to wear those (busting on me in front of the guys) you choose work, not the cleanest place. I said you know I buy shoes and then don't hardly wear them 'cause I want to keep them looking like new well I wanted to wear these and have to bite the bullet sometime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SHOES !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care for my shoes too. After wearing them I let them air before brushing/cleaning them and returning them to their box until the next wearing. Some pairs do not have a box, old old sneakers or shoes I bought at the second hand store. When Hubs gets shoes before he tosses the box I'll grab it to give to a boxless pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss shoes I no longer have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-478214456581025911?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/478214456581025911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=478214456581025911&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/478214456581025911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/478214456581025911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/lugz.html' title='Lugz'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VANSbkPbqaM/To2cem0SqgI/AAAAAAAALZ4/6pEdU9dNHwc/s72-c/lugz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-139456112988406775</id><published>2011-10-05T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T05:49:17.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 10 4 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTHING...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...but then again that means nothing good or BAD so actually that is good no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are interested in our blibble blabble: We had Chinese buffet for dinner last night, yummy. We went to Pops and ran the Hudson Terraplane and the Grahm Paige but the '26 and '41 Packard wouldn't start. We cleaned out some of the obvious trash in the garage and cleaned his work bench. I ran on the tread mill while watching Glee and Hubs watched the tube in the living room. I used the new 'puter for about an hour and then bed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-139456112988406775?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/139456112988406775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=139456112988406775&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/139456112988406775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/139456112988406775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/tuesday-10-4-11.html' title='Tuesday 10 4 11'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-4001013274779234093</id><published>2011-10-04T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T06:14:55.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...for Amanda &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pze7xtVg0fc/TosGZ7ZJbuI/AAAAAAAALZo/dLqSG33_2TU/s1600/knocking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 160px; height: 238px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659624399230824162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pze7xtVg0fc/TosGZ7ZJbuI/AAAAAAAALZo/dLqSG33_2TU/s400/knocking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;justice is &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; served.&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/6855669705755998626-4001013274779234093?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/4001013274779234093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=4001013274779234093&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/4001013274779234093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/4001013274779234093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-believe.html' title='I believe...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pze7xtVg0fc/TosGZ7ZJbuI/AAAAAAAALZo/dLqSG33_2TU/s72-c/knocking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-8872006608145309856</id><published>2011-10-02T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:03:20.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me me me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVdEixSvG_M/Tokkkfw0nQI/AAAAAAAALZg/2O0YVSmFi9M/s1600/Snapshot_20111002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; height: 300px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659094616187903234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVdEixSvG_M/Tokkkfw0nQI/AAAAAAAALZg/2O0YVSmFi9M/s400/Snapshot_20111002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken with the new laptop webcam.  Say hello to Slype, I am.&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/6855669705755998626-8872006608145309856?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/8872006608145309856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=8872006608145309856&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8872006608145309856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8872006608145309856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/10/me-me-me.html' title='Me me me'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVdEixSvG_M/Tokkkfw0nQI/AAAAAAAALZg/2O0YVSmFi9M/s72-c/Snapshot_20111002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-6421198598817690748</id><published>2011-09-30T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T05:41:28.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY???</title><content type='html'>Come home from work yesterday to find our lawn service came by to "plug" the lawn as well as seed. THEY TORE UP THE FUCKING LAWN!!! IT LOOKS LIKE IT WAS &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ROTOTILLED&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God I just wanted to fucking CRY. OK it wasn't the entire yard it was portions of our front yard, the entire area surrounding our red maple that has taken Hubs years to get grass to root, portions of the side yard and portions of the grass by the little garage. What doesn't look rototilled has tire tracks burmed in it or chunks like big divits hacked out of it. I called but of course everyone left for the day but the "girls" in the office. They made sure to drop off the bill for $125! Our yard isn't all that but Hubs tries to keep it nice. Sucks the large turd to PAY someone, well we aren't going to pay it, to fuck up your yard. Welcome to my world where the HITS just keep on coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT we are both healthy (realatively :), we have jobs (such as they are) and the roof doesn't leak. I gripe but do also count my blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-6421198598817690748?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/6421198598817690748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=6421198598817690748&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6421198598817690748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6421198598817690748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/why.html' title='WHY???'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-3949081519046855984</id><published>2011-09-29T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T07:12:39.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got not...</title><content type='html'>...except for a slightly better mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pops meeting yesterday went well. He now wants us to bring his car and park it outside his window AND leave him the keys. We are going to do it. I think we are. Bad idea? Possibly. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;promised&lt;/span&gt; me he would not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;operate&lt;/span&gt; the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah the banana cream pie, just OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly it sucks to be always GIVING. I think the takers get the better end of the deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-3949081519046855984?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/3949081519046855984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=3949081519046855984&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3949081519046855984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3949081519046855984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/got-not.html' title='Got not...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-7311936354468536474</id><published>2011-09-27T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T05:04:50.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture me today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOnxEWFzaLc/ToIb2_mJEuI/AAAAAAAALX0/SO1Cr2J6AMI/s1600/mel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657114713529062114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOnxEWFzaLc/ToIb2_mJEuI/AAAAAAAALX0/SO1Cr2J6AMI/s400/mel.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;~N~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98X6ZB6tBFk/ToIb14M1qDI/AAAAAAAALXs/kGYeJd9X-Qk/s1600/collie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657114694364014642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98X6ZB6tBFk/ToIb14M1qDI/AAAAAAAALXs/kGYeJd9X-Qk/s400/collie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-7311936354468536474?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/7311936354468536474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=7311936354468536474&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7311936354468536474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7311936354468536474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/picture-me-today.html' title='Picture me today'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOnxEWFzaLc/ToIb2_mJEuI/AAAAAAAALX0/SO1Cr2J6AMI/s72-c/mel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-3171201955814524723</id><published>2011-09-27T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T05:52:08.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a party, a pitty party :(</title><content type='html'>Just Pops stuff; STILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the non shitty side, I made a banana cream pie last night. Hubs wanted me to pick him up one when I went to buy Pops some flat toothpicks at the Giant. They did not have banana cream pie so I thought well shit I'll make him one, never have but WTF right. We will try it tonight. It had to set so we didn't disturb it last night. Unlike me it had an undisturbed night. Is that a tear in my cornflakes, just kidding I ate a granola bar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-3171201955814524723?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/3171201955814524723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=3171201955814524723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3171201955814524723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3171201955814524723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/having-party-pitty-party.html' title='Having a party, a pitty party :('/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-7475212112680947801</id><published>2011-09-26T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T05:51:43.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newly colored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_oRjJ1ZUpQ/ToB0hCHrBNI/AAAAAAAALXc/0_m94DhUZqQ/s1600/Sep26_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656649242830898386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_oRjJ1ZUpQ/ToB0hCHrBNI/AAAAAAAALXc/0_m94DhUZqQ/s400/Sep26_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know if you can really tell much from this photo but I colored my hair Friday. I took a personal day from work and just did ME stuff. Felt good. Things on the Pops front not so good. Didn't get to sleep until 2:15 AM wheels in my head wouldn't stop spinning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-7475212112680947801?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/7475212112680947801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=7475212112680947801&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7475212112680947801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7475212112680947801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/newly-colored.html' title='Newly colored'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_oRjJ1ZUpQ/ToB0hCHrBNI/AAAAAAAALXc/0_m94DhUZqQ/s72-c/Sep26_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-8046945483034116645</id><published>2011-09-22T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T05:28:28.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Workin&lt;/span&gt;' the counter today so can't take too long HA!&lt;br /&gt;Pops is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cantankerous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Trap was what it shouldn't have been.&lt;br /&gt;My Husband is no diplomat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one or don't; whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-8046945483034116645?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/8046945483034116645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=8046945483034116645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8046945483034116645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8046945483034116645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-3875826085850539787</id><published>2011-09-21T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T05:41:54.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When is the last ime you...</title><content type='html'>...assembled a jigsaw puzzle?&lt;br /&gt;Hubs and I went to see Pops last night. He was just finishing up supper 5:45 PM. We visited for a bit in the dining room. He told us his bottle of body powder we brought him was missing as was his container of tooth pics. I went to look for the powder, sure I'd find it, but it was gone. I did not find the tooth pics either. Hubs then went looking for both and found neither. I was getting just a bit loud, &lt;em&gt;what the fuck? who takes a guys body powder and tooth pics? Jesus this is pissing me off... &lt;/em&gt;Finally one of the aids asks are we missing something? YES I say and tell her what is missing. She and Hubs come back with the tooth pic holder and pics but no body powder. Seems that Pops table and his room mate's table got switched. Now, I thought this was a possibility so I asked Harold if the table had been switched when I was in their room looking for the items but he said the table was his. I didn't want to just look in the table anyway after his response. Harold did have his table BUT his table we thought was Pops table since it was the table by Pops bed. That is where we put his stuff. The powder is still a mystery. The facilities response was, we should put his name on it. SO the bottle we are bringing him tonight has his name all over the fucking bottle. Gotdamn stealers!!! Get your own fucking shit. So any way I suggested we leave the dining room which has a bad echo and go to the activities room, change of pace don't you know. It was very nice, bright and non-echoy in there. I grabbed a 300 large piece puzzle and we proceeded to put it together. I was surprised that Hubs actually got in to it. Didn't even turn on the TV. Pops mostly just watched us put it together while chatting. We finished at 9PM. Hee hee hee Hubs wouldn't quit until we finished the damn thing. At one point Pops asks me to take his candy bowl over to the two aides sitting on the far side of the room and ask them if they would like a piece of candy. I DID NOT WANT TO but for him I did it. They smiled looked over at Pops thanking him but declining to take any candy. We dropped Pops off at his room gave him a hug and kiss then headed home. He changes rooms today and gets the bed by the window :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-3875826085850539787?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/3875826085850539787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=3875826085850539787&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3875826085850539787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3875826085850539787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-is-last-ime-you.html' title='When is the last ime you...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-8346178949351661795</id><published>2011-09-20T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T05:42:38.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is your glass...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...half&lt;/span&gt; empty or half full?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say that my glass would simply be half filled. It would not be half full or half empty, just half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs I believe that 98% of the time his glass would be half empty. He might even envision the glass to have a leak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; you ever wish someone approaching you would just go away before actually reaching you? Do you ever wish, when they don't go away &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; reaching you, that they would just stop talking and go away? Do you ever just say &lt;em&gt;go away go away just stop talking and go away&lt;/em&gt; over and over in your head hoping that magically they would just stop talking and go away?&lt;br /&gt;Well I do; often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-8346178949351661795?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/8346178949351661795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=8346178949351661795&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8346178949351661795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8346178949351661795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-your-glass.html' title='Is your glass...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-7939952692402715027</id><published>2011-09-19T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T06:33:04.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unattended children...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had breakfast at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kuppy's&lt;/span&gt; Diner Saturday. Hubs chuckles at one point. I asked him what? He said "ANY UNATTENDED CHILDREN WILL BE GIVEN AN &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ESPRESSO&lt;/span&gt; AND A FREE PUPPY"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed. We both thought the sign was quite good. The sign is taped to the checkout stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubs wanted to eat at The Brownstone in town. We have never had their breakfast before. Since their parking lot is the size of my shoe the closest parking space was a block away and hubs nixed that. I turned the corner and headed for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kuppy's&lt;/span&gt;. After &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;breaky&lt;/span&gt; we drove all over hells half acre looking for a pair of shoes I want. I'm going on their &lt;a href="http://www.lugz.com/shop/mens/Drifter-Lo-/MDRL2N-751"&gt;web site &lt;/a&gt;to see what I can find. I was ready to give up after the third shoe store but Hubs was on my mission; I believe 9 stores. I just wanted a cheap pair that looked like the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lugz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 95px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 69px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654044869161414114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--LCoFh5IQqQ/Tncz2iJ8beI/AAAAAAAALXU/1xKZvpARWx0/s400/drifter.jpg" /&gt;you see above but since I can't find them I'm checking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lugz&lt;/span&gt; site. See Ladies don't fit right. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mens&lt;/span&gt; 6.5 too big and the stores only stock down to a 7 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; they have that. Boys 5.5 is the ticket; I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday shot trap; lousy showing on my part 77. I've shot so little that I don't have the barrel bird visual needed to break a good score. We hope to go shooting next weekend, camping too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-7939952692402715027?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/7939952692402715027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=7939952692402715027&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7939952692402715027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7939952692402715027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/unattended-children.html' title='Unattended children...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--LCoFh5IQqQ/Tncz2iJ8beI/AAAAAAAALXU/1xKZvpARWx0/s72-c/drifter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-2059430542458416942</id><published>2011-09-16T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T05:40:25.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold weather and sciatica.</title><content type='html'>My sciatica acted up last night. Still feeling it today. Damn that is a pain in the ass :) The weather was cool yesterday. I was cold actually when we left the grocery store last night. Well shit they freeze me in the darn grocery store, even though I was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt. When we left the store and got in our Soul the temp gauge read 51, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr HA! Not griping. I prefer the cold to the hot; just sayin'. Today I have on the shirt you see below. I love the artwork on this shirt. Through the many different sizes of Lu' this shirt has never been given to a secondhand store. Usually if I can't take it out of the closet or drawer put it on and be comfortable then it goes. No sense hangin' on to shit you don't want to wear. I just couldn't seem to part with this shirt. I have had it a t least 25 years. It isn't a sweat shirt like you'd think of a sweat shirt but it is fuzzy inside, nice :) Saw Pops last night. He seemed to be doing better still. He will be moving to a different room next week. His room mate now tends to blare the TV as I think I mentioned before. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYctRTsC0oA/TnNAudGfkVI/AAAAAAAALW8/bcvqksMh2UM/s1600/Sep16_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652933124110127442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYctRTsC0oA/TnNAudGfkVI/AAAAAAAALW8/bcvqksMh2UM/s400/Sep16_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have a good day y'all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-2059430542458416942?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/2059430542458416942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=2059430542458416942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2059430542458416942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2059430542458416942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/cold-weather-and-sciatica.html' title='Cold weather and sciatica.'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYctRTsC0oA/TnNAudGfkVI/AAAAAAAALW8/bcvqksMh2UM/s72-c/Sep16_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-6855705242669722686</id><published>2011-09-15T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T06:58:44.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every other waking thought...</title><content type='html'>...filled with thoughts of what if ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge&lt;br /&gt;Huge&lt;br /&gt;Huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get by to see Pops last night. Busy running the trap program and see right there is one big issue, who would take care of Pops when we are running the trap program. We would have to have the aides come in that night. The aides would have to come in when ever we weren't home. He is a fall risk. He is a get himself into trouble risk. Oh he can't be trusted believe you me. The questions is would paying aides to come in &lt;strong&gt;whenever needed&lt;/strong&gt; be cheaper in the long run than nursing care? Maybe he could transition into assisted living at the facility he is in now but is that the way to go? Right now a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;deterring&lt;/span&gt; factor is he is wearing his &lt;em&gt;Pops the gripe about everything&lt;/em&gt; hat, do I want to subject myself to that on a daily basis, every day, all day? I know previously I had told his wife that she is a saint for putting up with it because his griping makes me want to stick a pencil in my ears and then shoot myself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-6855705242669722686?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/6855705242669722686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=6855705242669722686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6855705242669722686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6855705242669722686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/every-other-waking-thought.html' title='Every other waking thought...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-8060295240971503444</id><published>2011-09-14T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T05:09:11.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>98% lucid!</title><content type='html'>That is how I would say Hubs described his Father's mental state yesterday. Hubs went to visit Pops after we had dinner at The Lamp Post restaurant in town; taco Tuesday :) I asked how was Pops when Hubs got home. He said "well I'll tell ya". He then proceeded to tell me that he walked into the dining room and the aide told him that Pops fed himself tonight. Pops stood with assistance. He said Pops and Hubs sat outside talking for about 1-1/2 hours, most of that time Pops was complaining. Griping about the food, the service, the manhandling... Hubs said "he's back" :) Hubs was very happy. Fasten your seat belts folks it's going to be a bumpy ride. I asked Hubs now what? He said "I don't know. I told him he is only here until he gets better. What was I supposed to say to him. I was so happy he seemed better." I told Hubs, I know, it's OK and that I had told Pops he needed to get better so he could come home on Monday when they took him there to the "home". I had mentioned to Hubs Monday that I had been thinking and if Pops gets well enough to come home that I would quit my job and take care of him in his house. We would not send him to an assisted living facility. Whether or not it was the meds that caused the problem, I think it was the meds, he would be at home. He would be my job. That is where we are at for today any way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-8060295240971503444?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/8060295240971503444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=8060295240971503444&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8060295240971503444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8060295240971503444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/98-lucid.html' title='98% lucid!'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-548447364606699888</id><published>2011-09-13T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T05:14:53.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...without incident.</title><content type='html'>Picked up the moving truck at 12:15; returned it at 4:25. While moving Pops' stuff out people asked about Pops; that was tough. When we got back to the house a neighbor asked about Pops; hubs fielded that inquiry while I continued off load the truck. We got everything in the house and damn near put back in its place when we decided to get the truck back to the rental yard. We got take out Chinese food for dinner from the grocery store. After dinner we went to the "home" to see Pops. Pops was dressed and in a wheel chair being fed his dinner, at least it wasn't pureed like at the hospital. I don't think Pops knew me. Hubs isn't sure if he knew him for the entire time of the visit. It was a better visit simply because he was dressed and out of bed. One disturbing thing happened. The nurse Jamie mentioned that the blood work came back and showed some things of concern. He called the Dr. and the Dr. said he wasn't overly concerned about the numbers. This patient was probably going to be in hospice in a month any way. Well WTF! We aren't giving up! We want help and physical therapy. Now we have to get this straightened out; and we will get it straightened out. My carpal tunnel has flared up and my hand is numb. oh yeah and the hits just keep on coming :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-548447364606699888?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/548447364606699888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=548447364606699888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/548447364606699888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/548447364606699888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/without-incident.html' title='...without incident.'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-5582181293028637158</id><published>2011-09-12T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T05:01:24.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' on out...</title><content type='html'>Today at noon Hubs and I will pick up the u-haul truck rented to move all Pops things out of the assisted living facility we (Hubs, BIL and I) moved him in to 9-2-11. Pops has been admitted in to the Frey Village's skilled nursing unit. We saw him yesterday. There seem to be moments of clarity but for the most part he is hallucinating and his speech mumbles off so that you are unable to understand all of what he is saying. He has not been on his feet since Tuesday and we are not sure if he will ever be on his feet again. We have hope that the staff will be able to rehabilitate him but we know the hope is slim. His Dr. has already mentioned HOSPICE care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-5582181293028637158?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/5582181293028637158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=5582181293028637158&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5582181293028637158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5582181293028637158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/movin-on-out.html' title='Movin&apos; on out...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-8918116632711386744</id><published>2011-09-09T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T04:16:08.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We 've a wee bit of water about town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNSwwI6qy2o/Tmnx4zLUyTI/AAAAAAAALW0/KshqGJNLwTQ/s1600/Flood%2BSept%2B7%2B2011%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650313165625674034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNSwwI6qy2o/Tmnx4zLUyTI/AAAAAAAALW0/KshqGJNLwTQ/s400/Flood%2BSept%2B7%2B2011%2B026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZnwhy0kV_Q/TmnvvxIR5RI/AAAAAAAALWs/5XDUNUqmpoA/s1600/Flood%2BSept%2B7%2B2011%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650310811433952530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZnwhy0kV_Q/TmnvvxIR5RI/AAAAAAAALWs/5XDUNUqmpoA/s400/Flood%2BSept%2B7%2B2011%2B017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to post some photos for you but my computer or Blogger or both were not co-operating. I settled on two. The Mill Street photo is taken at Hoffer park in town. The park pavilion, not see in this photo, is off to the left of this picture it had only the roof showing through the water. This park is where I once took my Sister. She and I walked in the Swatara creek which borders the park. We waded in water below mid calf while watching a crayfish. This picture shows the water from that small creek now swollen from the massive rain fall we have had, 13.5 inches. The picture above the Mill Street photo is the same creek seen from a railroad bride I was standing on. Dice this is the same railroad bridge we travel over when we go to NYC. I parked in the same parking lot where we park to catch the train. I looked to the left of the parking lot and saw the water coming up the street. It was beginning to circle the Moose Lodge adjacent to the parking lot where I was parked. This is the same Swatara creek filling Hoffer park. It is a trip man. Weather is the be all and end all; weather is power!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pops is still in hospital. Had a fever of 101 yesterday. They don't know why. Later that evening the Dr. called Hubs and said the fever is now gone. We had to cut our visit short as the Susquehana river borders the hospital and the river jumped it's banks on to Front Street. We headed home before we were stuck in the hospital.&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/6855669705755998626-8918116632711386744?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/8918116632711386744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=8918116632711386744&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8918116632711386744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8918116632711386744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-ve-wee-bit-of-water-about-town.html' title='We &apos;ve a wee bit of water about town.'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNSwwI6qy2o/Tmnx4zLUyTI/AAAAAAAALW0/KshqGJNLwTQ/s72-c/Flood%2BSept%2B7%2B2011%2B026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-6183265558107007985</id><published>2011-09-07T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T06:28:03.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pops update...</title><content type='html'>It seems that Pops has been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;toxified&lt;/span&gt; with his medication. We didn't know if his symptoms were sensory overload dementia delirium or what... Two falls and two 911 calls and a Dr. decided to admit Pops to the hospital. I've done some more reading and I believe Pops is being "poisoned" by his antidepressant, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lexapro&lt;/span&gt;. Who knew that old people process their medication differently from not old people? They don't run it through their systems as quickly and it can build in the liver. I believe this has happened to Pops. Him a no get the pill no more! He seems to be a little more alert this morning the nurse said. oh and hey we've taken on water in the basement again &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;!. Other than the above shit storm, we are healthy but I think Hubs could explode, the cats are healthy and that's about it for now. BIL flies home Thursday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-6183265558107007985?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/6183265558107007985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=6183265558107007985&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6183265558107007985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6183265558107007985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/pops-update.html' title='Pops update...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-8124937334029589049</id><published>2011-09-06T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T05:07:57.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How was my Labor Day weekend you ask?</title><content type='html'>Well don't; please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-8124937334029589049?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/8124937334029589049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=8124937334029589049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8124937334029589049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8124937334029589049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-was-my-labor-day-weekend-you-ask.html' title='How was my Labor Day weekend you ask?'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-7547110285373274974</id><published>2011-09-02T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T05:20:54.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can call me Sonny...</title><content type='html'>Today we are taking a half day off from work. We will go and pick up the truck we rented yesterday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; today. Apparently this is the second largest moving day in the country. No movers were available. Hubs was lucky to find a truck; their last one. Pops will be moved in to the home by the moving company of Harry &amp;amp; Sons, hence the you can call me Sonny. I always felt we could do the moving but Hubs didn't want to get BIL, me or himself hurt as can happen. BIL is 63. He agreed with Hubs, when he told him we were doing the moving, that y&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eah&lt;/span&gt; we could do it but he said "I don't want to pull a groin though". Hubs has cervical arthritis and disc degeneration so he was worried about injuring his neck. Me I'm like fuck we can do this. It is just good exercise :) We will take it slow. Items being moved are a bed, dresser with mirror, table and chairs, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;, end table, lamps, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;love seat&lt;/span&gt;, mini fridge, microwave and clothes. I think it is more personal if we do the moving too; more better. Hey if we get hurt, that is what drugs are made for right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-7547110285373274974?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/7547110285373274974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=7547110285373274974&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7547110285373274974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7547110285373274974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-can-call-me-sonny.html' title='You can call me Sonny...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-5341826802666364835</id><published>2011-09-01T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T05:23:13.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tails, we lose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aB7RwO_Y-zA/Tl94o7_ZzxI/AAAAAAAALWk/0mOvvFV5wf0/s1600/frog%2Btoss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647365102439616274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aB7RwO_Y-zA/Tl94o7_ZzxI/AAAAAAAALWk/0mOvvFV5wf0/s400/frog%2Btoss.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... cancelled fifth wheel RV pick up for today; no sale. Rumors at work make it unsettling to move ahead with such a substantial purchase. Stay tuned.&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/6855669705755998626-5341826802666364835?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/5341826802666364835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=5341826802666364835&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5341826802666364835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5341826802666364835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/09/tails-we-lose.html' title='Tails, we lose...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aB7RwO_Y-zA/Tl94o7_ZzxI/AAAAAAAALWk/0mOvvFV5wf0/s72-c/frog%2Btoss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-8947540265674806053</id><published>2011-08-31T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T05:21:22.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No show is No way to run a business!</title><content type='html'>BIL and Pops met Hubs at Frey Village to avail themselves of the notary services. The notary there is a high school chum of BIL. After the business was completed about 2:45 Hubs came back to work, BIL and Pops headed home; or not. Pops Mercury would not start. BIL phoned a friend of ours with a towing service but then Pops said use my road side service instead. BIL cancelled with our friend then called AARP. When we got off work at 4:30 we were headed to get the motor home. I called BIL just to make sure they were home; nope not home. We headed over to get Pops and take him home, his evening aide was due in shortly and no one was at the house. I stayed with BIL at Frey waiting on the tow. At 5:00 BIL calls back AARP. Supposedly the tow truck was called to clean up at fatal accident. They were back at their shop but it would be about 45 minutes before they got to us. At 6:00 BIL calls AARP. They can no longer get tow company on the phone? BIL cancels tow. Hubs is now back with us and calls our friend. Chris showed up in 5 minutes and towed the car to the garage near the house. OOH big whoop AARP gave BIL an address to send any invoice incurred with the tow and they would reimburse up to $250. Thankfully we were close and able to get Pops home. Thankfully we had a friend with a towing service who is also an awesome guy. Thankfully nobody really got jagged and we just hung out until it was done. We left to get the motor home at 7PM. I just got my AARP membership cards in the mail yesterday. Hmm do I even want them now? Not their fault I guess. No I know it is not their fault. It is their fault if they are made aware and do nothing as far as contacting the tow company and finding out what their major malfunction was. Just think if it had been Pops and Mom waiting and waiting and waiting; I shudder at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-8947540265674806053?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/8947540265674806053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=8947540265674806053&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8947540265674806053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/8947540265674806053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-show-is-no-way-to-run-business.html' title='No show is No way to run a business!'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-7503316822678398780</id><published>2011-08-30T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T03:55:41.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39 years ago...</title><content type='html'>Wow snail mail brought me a blast from the past courtesy of &lt;a href="http://bluedicehome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dice&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you for taking the time to send me this. Thank you for caring enough to save it for 39 years. Thank you for being my Sister. I of course have no school items that were saved by me. Yearbooks all gone. I now have a High School yearbook from my graduating class thanks to you too; I bought it but you got it :) Memories of my youth are sketchy at best but I actually have memories of this day. I can't put them into clear pictures but I remember the dress. I remember the setting. I remember what happened that night... As for the writing inside, I think you wrote in what was YOUR copy that you received that night and SAVED; I'm so glad you did. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CnA-7AZi9o/Tly-2oUKjYI/AAAAAAAALWc/fh3Gof_QZng/s1600/Crittenden%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646597878559968642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CnA-7AZi9o/Tly-2oUKjYI/AAAAAAAALWc/fh3Gof_QZng/s400/Crittenden%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6855669705755998626-7503316822678398780?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/7503316822678398780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=7503316822678398780&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7503316822678398780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7503316822678398780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/39-years-ago.html' title='39 years ago...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CnA-7AZi9o/Tly-2oUKjYI/AAAAAAAALWc/fh3Gof_QZng/s72-c/Crittenden%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-5719237723150151579</id><published>2011-08-29T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T06:03:20.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signed, sealed but not delivered; yet.</title><content type='html'>Saturday we took Pops to the facility where he has agreed to give a 30 day trial at living there. I saw his room, newly painted and newly carpeted. It is pretty darn big. It is a double room but we didn't want him to feel "boxed" in as he calls it. When we got there while waiting for our appointment Pops says to Hubs "might as well just shoot me and get it over with". He was all maudlin and the pity party was in full swing. Hubs looks at me and says "that's it we're not putting him here". His Brother didn't react to what Hubs said and we went in to the meeting. Pops was making the pull at your heart strings remarks while walking to the office. When we went to look at his room and tour the facility again he started to lighten up considerably. He was told there are no alarms on the doors (he had a wander bracelet on at Fry Village an alarm would sound when he went out the door) I told them it was not necessary but they did it any way. I think to him the no alarm was huge. I told Hubs later that I think Pops really doesn't have a problem with the move but he thinks he is &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to have a problem with it. Like he &lt;em&gt;shouldn't&lt;/em&gt; want to leave his home and go in to a facility. He moves in this week at least that is the plan. He asked the boys when is the big yard sale was (more pity party crap). They just said, no yard sale Pops. We're not getting rid of anything. You would be the first to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-5719237723150151579?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/5719237723150151579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=5719237723150151579&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5719237723150151579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5719237723150151579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/signed-sealed-but-not-delivered-yet.html' title='Signed, sealed but not delivered; yet.'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-1544340702590057843</id><published>2011-08-26T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T06:14:09.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with Buster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGvqkM11S5c/TleYtBktzQI/AAAAAAAALV8/avUYBsc2T3Y/s1600/grouper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645148557216173314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGvqkM11S5c/TleYtBktzQI/AAAAAAAALV8/avUYBsc2T3Y/s400/grouper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Hub's Brother Buster to dinner at our "go out for a nice dinner" spot, &lt;a href="http://progressgrill.com/"&gt;The Progress Grill&lt;/a&gt;. The dinner party consisted of Hubs, Buster, Pops and myself. Dinner was at 6PM. I tried the broiled fresh Grouper fish (sample pictured above of non-meal-prepared Grouper :). It was, OK. I should have had the salmon but thought I'd try something new. Along with dinner I had two glasses of white zin', two dinner rolls with butter, a tossed salad with Parmesan peppercorn dressing and for dessert a slice of peanut butter pie with a cup of coffee. I. Was. Stuffed. While walking from our table to leave the restaurant the owner came to us and asked us to take Pops out the front. He didn't want him taking the steps down to the back entrance which we came in. Buster and Pops waited at the front door while Hubs and I went to get the car. When we got to the back door several people were waiting to go out due to the blanketing rain that was coming down. Hubs and I went out anyway, it's only water! Getting into the Corolla quickly, not remembering that the seat had been moved forward for Pops to have leg room in the back, Hubs whaps the side of his head on the door frame; crack. Sounded like he cracked it but no damage was visible. I quick gave him some Excedrin to help. I drove home in the blanketing rain; laughing. I don't know what it is but I dig rain. It makes me happy even in this instance where I had crept forward over the steering wheel in an attempt to see better. Pops commented from the back seat that I was doing a great job. Dropped Hubs off at our house so he could check for water damage; none. I then took Buster and Pops home. We had to sit in the car a bit waiting for it to let up a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6855669705755998626-1544340702590057843?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/1544340702590057843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=1544340702590057843&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1544340702590057843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/1544340702590057843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/dinner-with-buster.html' title='Dinner with Buster'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGvqkM11S5c/TleYtBktzQI/AAAAAAAALV8/avUYBsc2T3Y/s72-c/grouper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-5959947793418684745</id><published>2011-08-25T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T05:19:59.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Professor...</title><content type='html'>Thumbs up baby girl :) Way to go Autumn! Here's hoping that you enjoy your new job, the people you work with and the students you will be a TEACHING! at MTI College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uh1UxQptgyc/TlY9RtwZrBI/AAAAAAAALVs/o_ZV98lHjtA/s1600/Aug25_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644766557505170450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uh1UxQptgyc/TlY9RtwZrBI/AAAAAAAALVs/o_ZV98lHjtA/s400/Aug25_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love Auntie Lu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6855669705755998626-5959947793418684745?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/5959947793418684745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=5959947793418684745&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5959947793418684745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5959947793418684745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/hey-professor.html' title='Hey Professor...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uh1UxQptgyc/TlY9RtwZrBI/AAAAAAAALVs/o_ZV98lHjtA/s72-c/Aug25_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-266140798480112740</id><published>2011-08-24T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T06:13:53.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What'll you have...</title><content type='html'>Tina sashayed past the guy at the counter feeling pleased with herself knowing he followed her with his eyes. Her pleasure was quickly replaced with fear. Her reflex reaction to being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ogled&lt;/span&gt; was pleasure but in this case, with this guy, she felt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;goose bump&lt;/span&gt; producing fear. He looked like any other guy that came into the diner. The diners location in the south west with two intersecting major highways garnered many truckers producing a steady flow of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;oglers&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;satiate&lt;/span&gt; Tina's need for attention. She rounded the counter approaching this guy from the business side to ask him for his order. She readied her order tablet then lifted her eyes to meet his. She always established eye contact with her customers giving them a smile to go along with the twinkle in her eye. She'd found that both of those along with good service would get her a decent tip. She looked at this guy and felt her face slack; her smile vanished. His eyes were a pale shade of blue but there was no life to them, none, zip; they were dead. Where was my sweater she thought as she shivered. She'd left her sweater at home what with it being the end of August and the diner air conditioning only working at 45% there was no need for a sweater; until him. He cleared his throat to thaw Tina from her freeze. Tina blinked gathering herself and asked him for his order. He responded with "you" then not smiling, which one would expect to follow a such a response, he waited for her to speak. Tina did her best to ignore the comment rattling off the dinner and breakfast specials. The time being 3:35 am she always read both specials not knowing what her graveyard shift diners were hungry for. If Tina knew what this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; diner was hungry for she would be running for the back door. The last "Tina" that waited on him was hanging bruised and battered with a few pieces missing in the refrigerator box of his rig...&lt;br /&gt;Lu'&lt;br /&gt;08/24/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-266140798480112740?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/266140798480112740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=266140798480112740&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/266140798480112740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/266140798480112740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/whatll-you-have.html' title='What&apos;ll you have...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-3050365974806483052</id><published>2011-08-23T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T05:07:30.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Shirt Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Wearing one of my favorite t-shirts today. The drawing I've created below is a pretty fair rendition of the actual art work on my t-shirt. The t-shirt art is basically done in stick figure but there is some color added. &lt;em&gt;Duh I could've just snapped a picture of the t-shirt I'm wearing, whatta maroon HA!&lt;/em&gt; Anyhoodle, the saying on the t-shirt is: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GUKudv58Bg/TlOWhhZt00I/AAAAAAAALVk/GKD3iUjzqaw/s1600/Aug23_001%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644020260671443778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GUKudv58Bg/TlOWhhZt00I/AAAAAAAALVk/GKD3iUjzqaw/s400/Aug23_001%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's all fun and games until someone loses a weiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha ha ha I like it. Probably just because it has the word weiner in it; I'm deep like that :)&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/6855669705755998626-3050365974806483052?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/3050365974806483052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=3050365974806483052&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3050365974806483052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3050365974806483052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/t-shirt-tuesday.html' title='T-Shirt Tuesday'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GUKudv58Bg/TlOWhhZt00I/AAAAAAAALVk/GKD3iUjzqaw/s72-c/Aug23_001%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-2455155944313270354</id><published>2011-08-22T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T05:21:47.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Know your limitations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We LOVE the fifth wheel trailer we saw. The money numbers crunch perfectly; out of the motor home into the fifth wheel with an increase in payments of $9.00 only. There is a big BUT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643654216234581330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGauMkmqQTw/TlJJm7nMPVI/AAAAAAAALVc/qNU5xhiBi-E/s400/Aug22_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6855669705755998626-2455155944313270354?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/2455155944313270354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=2455155944313270354&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2455155944313270354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2455155944313270354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/know-your-limitations.html' title='Know your limitations...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGauMkmqQTw/TlJJm7nMPVI/AAAAAAAALVc/qNU5xhiBi-E/s72-c/Aug22_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-5273646126882395685</id><published>2011-08-20T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T11:43:51.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe we have traded our motor home in...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;a href="http://www.grumbinesrv.com/fifth-wheel/2010/dutchmen-grand-junction/176162"&gt;for this fifth wheel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-5273646126882395685?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/5273646126882395685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=5273646126882395685&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5273646126882395685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5273646126882395685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-believe-we-have-traded-our-motor-home.html' title='I believe we have traded our motor home in...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-5894220067158764495</id><published>2011-08-19T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T05:35:36.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR lives must resume!</title><content type='html'>Current situation with Pops:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; Hubs and BIL stated their case as to why Pops should go into assisted living; it went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; BIL took Pops to the facility for a tour; it went very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt; Hubs dropped off a blank check for BIL. BIL was to fill out asset forms then take those and check to put down deposit to get on waiting list; it didn't go well. Pops is back to insisting that he stay in his home regardless of how quickly his in home care will burn through his money. OK! you got it. Hubs told him on Monday if he chose to stay in his home his money would go quickly. If that is what he wanted so be it BUT the hours of in home care will be determined by BIL and Hubs; they are not up for negotiation. In home care will be instructed that they are to do the shopping and whatever... There is a magnet on the fridge that reads T&amp;amp;S where lists of things needed would be placed, it will be removed. We have to be able to get back to us for awhile; and we will damn it. Actually Pops should be fine at home. We just wanted the social interaction for him that the facility has and also the memory program that they offer we were going to sign him up for is supposed to be very very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all OH but I MISS MY BLOGFATHER GAZETTE THIS MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. pray for speedy recovery, Hubs has a bout of gout OUCH!&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/6855669705755998626-5894220067158764495?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/5894220067158764495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=5894220067158764495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5894220067158764495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5894220067158764495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-lives-must-resume.html' title='OUR lives must resume!'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-6765790828643843593</id><published>2011-08-18T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T06:48:21.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty orange top and emeralds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH1ieyLMsVg/Tk0XlZcW_gI/AAAAAAAALTk/dhAgZNAWU1U/s1600/bracelet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642191839417531906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH1ieyLMsVg/Tk0XlZcW_gI/AAAAAAAALTk/dhAgZNAWU1U/s320/bracelet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QCLZtHqJl0/Tk0XlTe6YDI/AAAAAAAALTc/LeVi_vYJyv8/s1600/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642191837817626674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QCLZtHqJl0/Tk0XlTe6YDI/AAAAAAAALTc/LeVi_vYJyv8/s320/ring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I've got for today. I'm wearing a pretty orange top with my denim shorts. I felt green today so I put on an emerald bracelet that rarely comes out of the case. Hubs bought it for me a bazillion years ago. It's a save for a special day piece of jewelry but since we hardly ever do special I decided to wear it today. I also put on an emerald ring along with a ring I bought for my self. It is a gold liberty coin set into a ring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you waiting for ladies and gentlemen, wear the good stuff 'cause every day you're alive is a special day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6855669705755998626-6765790828643843593?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/6765790828643843593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=6765790828643843593&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6765790828643843593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/6765790828643843593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/pretty-orange-top-and-emeralds.html' title='Pretty orange top and emeralds...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH1ieyLMsVg/Tk0XlZcW_gI/AAAAAAAALTk/dhAgZNAWU1U/s72-c/bracelet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-2045794568308624482</id><published>2011-08-17T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T05:32:02.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dig this logo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67J3r7RFcws/Tku0eJoQ7xI/AAAAAAAALTU/Wpe8julr0uY/s1600/Sept%2B2010%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641801388285554450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67J3r7RFcws/Tku0eJoQ7xI/AAAAAAAALTU/Wpe8julr0uY/s400/Sept%2B2010%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're probably not suprised :) This is my hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all; HA!&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/6855669705755998626-2045794568308624482?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/2045794568308624482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=2045794568308624482&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2045794568308624482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2045794568308624482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-dig-this-logo.html' title='I dig this logo.'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67J3r7RFcws/Tku0eJoQ7xI/AAAAAAAALTU/Wpe8julr0uY/s72-c/Sept%2B2010%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-7721346451091126779</id><published>2011-08-16T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T05:08:55.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emote</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;offee is hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;ashi is chewy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;hill to the air or maybe just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;en year war commencing to commence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;egotiations in the works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ight spot behind that rock and hard place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;rief interupted grief delayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;hen time retraces will tears shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;eads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sf&lt;br /&gt;8.16.11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-7721346451091126779?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/7721346451091126779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=7721346451091126779&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7721346451091126779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7721346451091126779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/c-offee-is-hot-k-ashi-is-chewy-c-hill.html' title='Emote'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-5992583613009154540</id><published>2011-08-15T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T05:17:07.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpful Hint No. 835</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; someone, even family, offers to make an important call for you in your time of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Respectfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; decline and make the call or calls yourself thereby removing the element of doubt as to whether or not the calls would actually be executed properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's a bitch when you find out they were not executed properly or even at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-5992583613009154540?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/5992583613009154540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=5992583613009154540&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5992583613009154540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/5992583613009154540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/helpful-hint-no-835.html' title='Helpful Hint No. 835'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-3827664210341135400</id><published>2011-08-10T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T05:40:23.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it does matter.</title><content type='html'>When my Sister in-law passed away in 2000 my Mother in-law had made a comment when I arrived at the house prior to leaving for the funeral. That comment was or was as I remember it, I would have thought that my Daughter's funeral would have merited a dress. I don't have dress clothes especially dresses. I did have a nicer pair of black pants and I usually can pull out a decent top. I looked presentable I thought. Well this comment stuck with me. I told Hubs I had to get clothes for the funeral Friday. I told him this story (he could not believe his Mom said that to me. She said it under her breath but I heard it alright) and said I WILL wear a dress to Mom's funeral. We stopped by the second hand store in town on the way from the florist en route to the funeral home for more arrangements. The first "little black dress" I picked up and tried on fit. They also had a black slip, camisole and bra that fit. Hubs found a pair of slacks too. Out the door $8.25 including a belt for the dress and a cute little vest for any other day. I am glad I bought some shoes at the consignment store we went to last night; too expensive $16 but they were Nine West. I thought the black shoes I had in my closet might be too big, no longer having fat feet and as it turns out the shoes must have been given to the second hand store because they were not in my closet. I'm will feel so strange no doubt, dress, nylons and high heels. We went out to the consignment store to get Pops a shirt for the real nice suit he had hanging in the closet that FIT. That's where we're at right now. Mornings at work, afternoons making plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-3827664210341135400?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/3827664210341135400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=3827664210341135400&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3827664210341135400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3827664210341135400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/sometimes-it-does-matter.html' title='Sometimes it does matter.'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-7194408491172777685</id><published>2011-08-08T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T05:02:41.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. m.i.l. MOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YOpyBKrXyVc/Tj_QOSqvNFI/AAAAAAAALTM/HhksQAkpjEQ/s1600/Catherine%2Ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638454202438988882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YOpyBKrXyVc/Tj_QOSqvNFI/AAAAAAAALTM/HhksQAkpjEQ/s400/Catherine%2Ba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6855669705755998626-7194408491172777685?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/7194408491172777685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=7194408491172777685&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7194408491172777685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/7194408491172777685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/rip-mil-mom.html' title='R.I.P. m.i.l. MOM'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YOpyBKrXyVc/Tj_QOSqvNFI/AAAAAAAALTM/HhksQAkpjEQ/s72-c/Catherine%2Ba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-4390129989329602041</id><published>2011-08-05T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T04:01:37.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phfrank is phFifty phSeven</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6UV3kRV46Zs" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHFRANKIE. I LOVE YOU BROTHER :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-4390129989329602041?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/4390129989329602041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=4390129989329602041&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/4390129989329602041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/4390129989329602041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/phfrank-is-phfifty-phseven.html' title='Phfrank is phFifty phSeven'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6UV3kRV46Zs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-3542324888615982551</id><published>2011-08-04T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:21:59.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly...</title><content type='html'>As I was getting dressed this morning putting on a belt I thought &lt;em&gt;I wonder if MY belt fits yet&lt;/em&gt;. It does. It even fits in the 2nd, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CORRECTION 3RD,&lt;/span&gt; notch loosely. This is me. I am a gal who mostly wears her shirts tucked in her pants with a leather belt. My beautiful leather belt has real buffalo nickles on it, which you can't see in this picture. My buckle has trees that remind me of Yosemite. I have other buckles too but this one reminds me of family. I've had this belt and buckle since before I was married. Been married 27 years this October. I've worn it and storred it away many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said it is fun to get fat but it ROCKS to lose weight. People say "fun to get fat?" My reply is shit yah you eat what ever you want, however much you want damn the consequences. There are always consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to wearing MY belt again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18r0QWMjM8M/TjqdHWC1dVI/AAAAAAAALTE/ZrCFYNbDQQw/s1600/belt%2B2%2Bredo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636990633109714258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18r0QWMjM8M/TjqdHWC1dVI/AAAAAAAALTE/ZrCFYNbDQQw/s400/belt%2B2%2Bredo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-3542324888615982551?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/3542324888615982551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=3542324888615982551&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3542324888615982551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/3542324888615982551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly...'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18r0QWMjM8M/TjqdHWC1dVI/AAAAAAAALTE/ZrCFYNbDQQw/s72-c/belt%2B2%2Bredo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855669705755998626.post-2794737107833301172</id><published>2011-08-03T05:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T05:08:09.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOO HOO 55!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUiXzxHonMM/Tjk51TRnVLI/AAAAAAAALS8/UbePmgfYlP0/s1600/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636599996500890802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUiXzxHonMM/Tjk51TRnVLI/AAAAAAAALS8/UbePmgfYlP0/s400/55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ...pounds lost and counting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855669705755998626-2794737107833301172?l=flamingora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/feeds/2794737107833301172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855669705755998626&amp;postID=2794737107833301172&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2794737107833301172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855669705755998626/posts/default/2794737107833301172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingora.blogspot.com/2011/08/whoo-hoo-55.html' title='WHOO HOO 55!'/><author><name>Lu'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278553170295772582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJEugyoURGk/TGnWpEzSolI/AAAAAAAAKvM/amjd0Z03CRo/S220/girl+n+flamingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUiXzxHonMM/Tjk51TRnVLI/AAAAAAAALS8/UbePmgfYlP0/s72-c/55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
