<?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-1782670332245315517</id><updated>2012-02-15T16:08:43.684-08:00</updated><category term='Do-Over; memes; school; whacko; military'/><category term='improve'/><category term='bulbs'/><category term='Rita Hayworth; Margarita Cansino; movies; marriages; glamour'/><category term='ornaments'/><category term='finances'/><category term='Misbehave'/><category term='love life.'/><category term='China'/><category term='Oprah'/><category term='blizzards'/><category term='hop'/><category term='Mine'/><category term='multiplying'/><category term='Earthquakes'/><category term='Faeries'/><category term='Karmann Ghia'/><category term='Joan Steffend'/><category term='Katie Perry'/><category term='ADD'/><category term='snack'/><category term='Sept. 11th; 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school bus; prayer'/><category term='Valentines'/><category term='television'/><category term='grapes'/><category term='Danny Gokey'/><category term='Pets Week'/><category term='parents'/><category term='Steven Tyler'/><category term='breastfeeding'/><category term='food'/><category term='Six words'/><category term='healthy eating'/><category term='ditty'/><category term='mall'/><category term='&quot;Little Miss Sunshine&quot;'/><category term='colon'/><category term='habits'/><category term='partners'/><category term='critique'/><category term='cheerleader'/><category term='singer'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Nola;'/><category term='Eagle Scout; award; last minute; military; college'/><category term='Volkswagen'/><category term='expensive jewelry'/><category term='leaves'/><category term='VW Festival'/><category term='sampling'/><category term='Weight'/><category term='money'/><category term='cherubims'/><title type='text'>No Excuses - Musings of a Procrastinator</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>260</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-46984898956083670</id><published>2012-02-13T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:45:27.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding; firehouse; cooking;'/><title type='text'>SC-The Wedding Was at The Firehouse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBVqsq_8BqA/Tzmf91WEB9I/AAAAAAAABnw/TPTj9ngV6LU/s1600/Firehouse%2BFire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBVqsq_8BqA/Tzmf91WEB9I/AAAAAAAABnw/TPTj9ngV6LU/s400/Firehouse%2BFire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708769887309268946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Saturday Centus, the weekly "let's see how creative you can be" assignment from Jenny Matlock, Off on My Tangent. This week, our prompt is "The Wedding was at the Firehouse." Here is my offering, which by the way is almost 100% true! I started out with 205 words and brought it down to 117! I just couldn't take away any more words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both a little quirky, but agreeing to &lt;strong&gt;the wedding at a Firehouse?&lt;/strong&gt; It was the second for us both, and we wanted something different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of our special day, the decorations were up and the Firehouse “chef” was busy cooking the wedding meal. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A call came in for a fire about five miles away. The guys all jumped into the truck, locking the station doors behind them. In the rush, Chef Pierre forgot to turn off the stove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firehouse caught fire, the doors were locked and the 911 call was made. It was too late. The firehouse burned to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was rescheduled and took place at the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by. Please click on the logo below to read some very good stories from my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-46984898956083670?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/46984898956083670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=46984898956083670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/46984898956083670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/46984898956083670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2012/02/sc-wedding-was-at-firehouse.html' title='SC-The Wedding Was at The Firehouse!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBVqsq_8BqA/Tzmf91WEB9I/AAAAAAAABnw/TPTj9ngV6LU/s72-c/Firehouse%2BFire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-399188416661769055</id><published>2012-02-04T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T10:27:14.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach; peas; Pacific; sisters'/><title type='text'>The Pod is Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnchZ3eqbu8/Ty12312Gg2I/AAAAAAAABnk/-zHT3q5oMak/s1600/Sisters%2Bat%2Bthe%2BBeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnchZ3eqbu8/Ty12312Gg2I/AAAAAAAABnk/-zHT3q5oMak/s400/Sisters%2Bat%2Bthe%2BBeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705347004667167586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Saturday Centus, brought to you by the refreshing Jenny Matlock of "Off On My Tangent."  Each Saturday morning she offers up challenging assignments for her loyal followers.  This week, our topic is "&lt;strong&gt;Two Peas in a Pod&lt;/strong&gt;."  The two peas that I am most familiar with are my daughters.  I have a picture, locked away in my basement so well that I could not find it, which would have perfectly gone with this post.  I guess it just wasn't to be.  Our family so misses the beach, and each time that we visit California, we make it a point to catch some &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; beach rays. Here's my story with the prompt in bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contemplating our move north and a new life sans children, I thought about our first big move from the Pacific Coast to the Midwest.  We made it the adventure of a lifetime.  The girls would have beach days inside, with their bathing suits and towels, looking like &lt;strong&gt;two peas in a pod!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it will be different.  The kids aren’t coming. It’s time to downsize.  We will have the Mother of garage sales to let go of 36 years of stuff/memories.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will embrace this new chapter.  Where will I find drama? Where will I get my writing material?  Look out, Daddyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please wade over to Jenny's Place and get wowed by some of the great talent of my fellow followers.  Just click on the logo below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture provided by candidreflections.net, a very beautiful place to visit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-399188416661769055?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/399188416661769055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=399188416661769055' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/399188416661769055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/399188416661769055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2012/02/pod-is-changing.html' title='The Pod is Changing'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnchZ3eqbu8/Ty12312Gg2I/AAAAAAAABnk/-zHT3q5oMak/s72-c/Sisters%2Bat%2Bthe%2BBeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-7159715916091946898</id><published>2012-01-31T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:45:32.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenges'/><title type='text'>Mommy Stress...Good or Bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXypAdCf32I/TyizY-RnazI/AAAAAAAABnY/B6bQj1nzYzQ/s1600/Stressed%2BOut%2BMom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXypAdCf32I/TyizY-RnazI/AAAAAAAABnY/B6bQj1nzYzQ/s400/Stressed%2BOut%2BMom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704006169679850290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always amazes me how stress can turn one's world upside down and inside out! We think we have it all figured out, and then Vertigo sets in.  I recently took a course on Stress Management.  It made me realize how I have stuffed the emotional junk down my throat for so very long.  First the feelings get stuffed, and then the sugar fills up any leftover space.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never figure out "good" stress or "bad" stress...it was all bad to me! I now know that the good stress can motivate me to take care of my "To Do" list in a positive light. The bad stress is something I still fight, still stuff and sometimes block from my mind entirely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad stress is why I haven't posted in a long time. I have some life changing challenges ahead of me.  The mom in me tells me to make sure the kids are okay and settled before I can work on what I need to do.  But I think I'm using that as an excuse to avoid what really needs to be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving to another state (five hours from where I now live) and my children are staying here.  They are old enough to be on their own, and are excited at the thought of doing so.  It's killing me because I don't want to let go.  I think if they left one at a time, it might be easier for me. But, it's happening all at once, and it scares the heck out of me. The thought of just being two again feels so foreign.  I know it happens every day, and parents get through it, but it's not something I had planned for or ever imagined would happen to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, I won't be involved in the daily drama of the "sisters."  I won't get the phone calls late at night...telling me that they are going to be late!  I also won't have to tip-toe around the house until noon because SOMEONE is sleeping...because SOMEONE was up until 3:00 or 4:00 or some other hour! I'm still going to miss even this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy making "To Do" lists.  I even list things I've already done so that I can have the satisfaction of crossing it off! My ADD is really kicking in so I leave lists in every room, just in case I think of something else that needs to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just what we (moms) do!  We laugh, we cry, we carry out hearts on our sleeves and we make lists. I can't imagine my life any other way. Wish me luck with my lists!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-7159715916091946898?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/7159715916091946898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=7159715916091946898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7159715916091946898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7159715916091946898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2012/01/mommy-stressgood-or-bad.html' title='Mommy Stress...Good or Bad?'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXypAdCf32I/TyizY-RnazI/AAAAAAAABnY/B6bQj1nzYzQ/s72-c/Stressed%2BOut%2BMom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-1660462906574520565</id><published>2012-01-01T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:03:31.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Night; celebration; non-alcoholic; arts'/><title type='text'>First Night 2012 - Sundays in My City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGDb07O1pqA/TwCjHsKntCI/AAAAAAAABnM/QspiVbDDBCE/s1600/First%2BNight%2B2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGDb07O1pqA/TwCjHsKntCI/AAAAAAAABnM/QspiVbDDBCE/s400/First%2BNight%2B2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692729281506423842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Founded in 1976 in Boston (1991 in St. Louis), First Night is a community celebration of the coming of the New Year expressed through the arts. First Night’s mission is to broaden and deepen the public’s appreciation of the arts through an innovative, diverse and high quality program which offers the community a shared cultural experience that is accessible and affordable to all. In order to maximize the participation of people of all ages, First Night is a non-alcoholic event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to experience this wonderful event as the weather on New Year's Eve has mostly been very cold and wet. This year, there were acrobats, bands, parades, a performance of "Xanadu" at our lovely Fox Theater, food everywhere, face painting, bubble catching, art exhibits, both stationery and animated...to name a few. My favorite part of the entire event is that there is no alcohol, which makes it a real family event, and a great alternative to getting soused for the evening! For more information, click &lt;a href="http://stltoday.mycapture.com/mycapture/folder.asp?event=1388281&amp;CategoryID=38578&amp;ListSubAlbums=0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in St. Louis, Missouri. Welcome to my city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Unknown Mami for sponsoring this wonderful blog which allows us to see parts of the world that we may not be able to visit. Please hop over to her blog by clicking on the logo below, and enjoy some amazing places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by. Have a very happy and prosperous New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unknownmami.com/category/sundays-in-my-city" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Unknown Mami" src="http://www.unknownmami.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/SIMC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-1660462906574520565?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/1660462906574520565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=1660462906574520565' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1660462906574520565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1660462906574520565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-night-2012-sundays-in-my-city.html' title='First Night 2012 - Sundays in My City'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGDb07O1pqA/TwCjHsKntCI/AAAAAAAABnM/QspiVbDDBCE/s72-c/First%2BNight%2B2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-2386987966837720446</id><published>2011-12-31T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T17:52:43.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year Resolutions; writing; happy'/><title type='text'>Here We Go Again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AhfjhvDSXBA/Tv-8FRpd_hI/AAAAAAAABnA/N8jBBgtkdeY/s1600/Australia%2B2012%2BNew%2BYear%2BFireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AhfjhvDSXBA/Tv-8FRpd_hI/AAAAAAAABnA/N8jBBgtkdeY/s400/Australia%2B2012%2BNew%2BYear%2BFireworks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692475252842298898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the last Saturday Centus of 2011! Miss Jenny from Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent, has given us an assignment to write about New Year resolutions and our experiences with them. We can use 102 words (with two of those words being &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resolution! Schmezolution!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) in any writing form we choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot remember the last resolution that I made, much less, kept! Therefore, let me share with you the best of them that I can recall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I resolve to …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I resolve to ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I resolve to …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that went well. Let's see what happens when I pour a tiny glass "Bob Mondavi" for inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I reshhholve to spend an hour each daee writing sonthin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I ressslolveh to stay ghie4drated wit Bob while wrrrritiiig each dayeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I reeeelsllovoe to ........................................................ zzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happee now..? I have nothing more for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resoluuuution! Schmezooooolitun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really only have one resolution that I make each day when I awake. It's something I learned as a Girl Scout many millenia ago:  "I will try to do my best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop by Jenny's hood and see many other inspirational stories!  Just click on the logo below and you'll be at the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-2386987966837720446?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/2386987966837720446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=2386987966837720446' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2386987966837720446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2386987966837720446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/12/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again....'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AhfjhvDSXBA/Tv-8FRpd_hI/AAAAAAAABnA/N8jBBgtkdeY/s72-c/Australia%2B2012%2BNew%2BYear%2BFireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-840559986836299753</id><published>2011-12-11T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:18:41.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food; snack; lunch; obsessed'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - Stop the Madness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PnzHFebetGM/TuV_90Aj2NI/AAAAAAAABm0/iBvTmxYj9Qo/s1600/woman-eat-food-addiction-health-vl-vertical%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PnzHFebetGM/TuV_90Aj2NI/AAAAAAAABm0/iBvTmxYj9Qo/s400/woman-eat-food-addiction-health-vl-vertical%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685090804534859986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday Centus Time! For those of us older than dirt...do you remember the Howdy Doody Show? Well....? Jenny, over at Off on My Tangent, gives us an idea, and then we write, write, write.... The prompt this week is "It doesn't have to be like this." We must not write more than 107 words (which includes the prompt) and Jenny is graciously allowing a picture this time. It took some deep thinking for me to come up with something that is so blatantly visible, but heck, it's only a story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is the same. She gets up, eats, and is on her way. When she arrives at work, she buys a muffin and Latte from the shop downstairs. At 8:00am, she wonders what to have for a snack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine o’clock arrives and it’s time for a banana and juice. By 10:30am, she begins to think about lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What shall I eat today?” she asks herself. “If I walk to the deli, I can have chips with my sandwich, and save the cookie for later.” Her obsession with food was slowly killing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It doesn’t have to be like this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” the voice said. “Stop the madness, now!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, it is a daily struggle, and some feel that they live one hour at a time. Thanks for stopping by. Please chomp your way over to Jenny's crib and read some fine literary spectacles by a few of my favorite blogger buds. Just click on the typewrite below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-840559986836299753?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/840559986836299753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=840559986836299753' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/840559986836299753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/840559986836299753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/12/saturday-centus-stop-madness.html' title='Saturday Centus - Stop the Madness!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PnzHFebetGM/TuV_90Aj2NI/AAAAAAAABm0/iBvTmxYj9Qo/s72-c/woman-eat-food-addiction-health-vl-vertical%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-5983966977848348002</id><published>2011-12-03T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T10:49:40.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - Sixteen...Dang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q8FAWn8pp1E/Ttpu81jDeCI/AAAAAAAABmo/AqdFIRpCVhM/s1600/Liz%2B-%2BHigh%2BSchool%2BDance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q8FAWn8pp1E/Ttpu81jDeCI/AAAAAAAABmo/AqdFIRpCVhM/s400/Liz%2B-%2BHigh%2BSchool%2BDance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681975871326615586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Saturday Centus, sponsored by Jenny Matlock, of Off on My Tangent.  Our fearless headmistress has me feeling just a little uneasy at this point. Our assignment this week is to write about ourselves when we were 16 years old.  What is going on?  Is she doing that mid-life thing where 40 year old men climb mountains and then jump off of them?  Or when women pull out that high school cheerleader uniform and actually think they are going to fit in it? Lord, help us all!  This could be me today! The kicker, my friends, as that we may only use 16 words.  Well, you all know what a chatty Kathy I am, so I had to actually put on that cheerleader uniform so that I could be motivated.  Of course it didn't work!  I've been crying my eyes out for the last two hours!  Thankfully, we get to use a picture. So, after cruising through the family pics, I came up with the nerdy 16-year old picture. Here is my offering.  Maybe some of you can relate to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was 16, I was in love… with boys… who played sports… any dang sport. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by this beautiful day.  Click on Jenny's logo below and see what some of my blog buds have written!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-5983966977848348002?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/5983966977848348002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=5983966977848348002' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5983966977848348002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5983966977848348002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/12/saturday-centus-sixteendang.html' title='Saturday Centus - Sixteen...Dang!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q8FAWn8pp1E/Ttpu81jDeCI/AAAAAAAABmo/AqdFIRpCVhM/s72-c/Liz%2B-%2BHigh%2BSchool%2BDance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-1872450905908173595</id><published>2011-11-13T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T08:03:32.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diaper Dream Cakes; craft fairs; new baby;'/><title type='text'>Meet Me at The Fair - Craft, That Is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeQs6uDvcIA/Tr_n3zOwmwI/AAAAAAAABlg/dboq4Dsl9ig/s1600/Diaper%2BDream%2BCakes%2BSafari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeQs6uDvcIA/Tr_n3zOwmwI/AAAAAAAABlg/dboq4Dsl9ig/s400/Diaper%2BDream%2BCakes%2BSafari.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674509001341049602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Unknown Mami's Sundays in My City, where many of her devoted followers send in pictures and fascinating info about what is going on where they live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I live in the Midwest, craft fairs are big business for local crafters, artists, photographers and specialized bakers and cooks! The fairs begin in October and are held into the beginning of December. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something for everyone from home décor to jewelry and from children’s items to local sports teams (like the Cardinals…) And, the smells…oh, don’t get me started! Just outside of the main entrance is the Kettle Korn booth! One whiff of that and your taste buds are crying out to be fed, even if you just ate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oU9Fx06f9sc/Tr_oYBtSYbI/AAAAAAAABmQ/yCC2SZPnBs8/s1600/DDC%2BTwinkle%2BToes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oU9Fx06f9sc/Tr_oYBtSYbI/AAAAAAAABmQ/yCC2SZPnBs8/s400/DDC%2BTwinkle%2BToes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674509554983002546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to such a Craft Fair yesterday, at one of our local high schools, Parkway Central. The organization of the whole event was incredible. There were parking attendants (no, not valet) and security everywhere in case one lost their way, and they were all students from the school. Many of the booths were school organizations so when you bought something as a gift (or a gift to yourself) you were also helping the school to earn needed funds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWENbtaugAw/Tr_ohaIcYPI/AAAAAAAABmc/mfeAF7iBtw4/s1600/DDc%2BDon%2527t%2BMoney%2BWith%2BMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWENbtaugAw/Tr_ohaIcYPI/AAAAAAAABmc/mfeAF7iBtw4/s400/DDc%2BDon%2527t%2BMoney%2BWith%2BMe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674509716158177522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite booth was Diaper Dream Cakes. I’ve posted a few examples of them throughout this post. The artist/crafter is a delightful woman, Debbie Mazzuca, who is from the area. She makes her cakes out of baby items that cover all you could ever want for a new baby. You must visit her web site to see all of the cakes in her repertory. She will even customize the cakes for you. The website is www.diaperdreamcakes.net. Please check it out for some really fun gifts for a shower or new baby. I visited a few other “diaper cake” sites, but they just didn’t come close to Debbie’s cakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRqL7EYxdAU/Tr_oScu7Z6I/AAAAAAAABmE/RdUuRe_PLGg/s1600/DDC%2BLittle%2BBoy%2BBlue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRqL7EYxdAU/Tr_oScu7Z6I/AAAAAAAABmE/RdUuRe_PLGg/s400/DDC%2BLittle%2BBoy%2BBlue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674509459158427554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m from St. Louis, MO. Welcome to my city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is part of Unknown Mami’s &lt;strong&gt;“Sundays in My City”&lt;/strong&gt; weekly meme. Please click on her logo below to see the cities of her fans from all over the world! Thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unknownmami.com/category/sundays-in-my-city" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Unknown Mami" src="http://www.unknownmami.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/SIMC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-1872450905908173595?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/1872450905908173595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=1872450905908173595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1872450905908173595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1872450905908173595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/11/meet-me-at-fair-craft-that-is.html' title='Meet Me at The Fair - Craft, That Is!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeQs6uDvcIA/Tr_n3zOwmwI/AAAAAAAABlg/dboq4Dsl9ig/s72-c/Diaper%2BDream%2BCakes%2BSafari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-8457776529883639783</id><published>2011-11-12T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T15:47:03.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different; explode; mom; watching; gotta go'/><title type='text'>A Different View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4qhyh5kT8OY/Tr7_ij6jn0I/AAAAAAAABlU/XUwl6rJ65xo/s1600/sc%2Bviewpoint%2Btwo%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4qhyh5kT8OY/Tr7_ij6jn0I/AAAAAAAABlU/XUwl6rJ65xo/s400/sc%2Bviewpoint%2Btwo%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674253549754883906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's week #80 of Saturday Centus!  The weekly challenge to write a creative piece with or without a picture, using either 25, 50 or 100 words in a genre of our choice such as poetry, short story, song lyrics, or confessional... We are using a picture that we used last week, but from a different view, hence, the title (duh).  My story is in bold and, last time I checked, it was 100 words! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oooooh boy! I knew I should have gone at home. Now I gotta go bad! Maybe if I hold my knees together, it won’t explode on the coach! Oh please, don’t explode. It’s okay to trickle a little, but don’t pee on the coach! Oh, no! my mom is watching from the window in that building! I just know that she’s telling me “you shoulda gone at home…” Why did God give me this red hair? I can’t hide anywhere! Maybe the coach will have us run laps around the field. I think I could make it to that tree….&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you gotta go, you gotta go!  Please "go" over to &lt;strong&gt;Jenny Matlock's &lt;/strong&gt;and enjoy the Different View stories from my Saturday morning blogging buddies!  Just click on Jenny's logo below! Thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-8457776529883639783?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/8457776529883639783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=8457776529883639783' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8457776529883639783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8457776529883639783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/11/different-view.html' title='A Different View'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4qhyh5kT8OY/Tr7_ij6jn0I/AAAAAAAABlU/XUwl6rJ65xo/s72-c/sc%2Bviewpoint%2Btwo%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-7181605360546099322</id><published>2011-11-05T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T08:23:07.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red head; soccer; you are here; mischief'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - You Are Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnA5ZSHvBCc/TrVTvyTIFuI/AAAAAAAABlI/4shDEWg-FrQ/s1600/You%2BAre%2BHere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnA5ZSHvBCc/TrVTvyTIFuI/AAAAAAAABlI/4shDEWg-FrQ/s400/You%2BAre%2BHere.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671531386163959522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, and welcome to Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus #79!  Miss Jenny loves to tease and challenge us with weekly writing assignments.  This week, we are to write using only 100 words and the above picture as inspiration.  This is my assigment.  Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s not enough just to raise four children, but four with red hair?  I’m telling you…it ain’t easy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever there is mischief, the only thing witnesses agree on is that the “red” hair kid did it!  Teachers seem to always keep one eye on the "red-head!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one place it’s great to be “red” is on a soccer team. All the players have to do is find a “red” and pass the ball!  I was happy to get them all on the same team.  They are all good athletes and play well. Now, if I could just remember their names…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by today.  Now, run down the field and over to Jenny's by clicking on the logo below.  Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-7181605360546099322?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/7181605360546099322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=7181605360546099322' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7181605360546099322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7181605360546099322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/11/saturday-centus-you-are-here.html' title='Saturday Centus - You Are Here'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnA5ZSHvBCc/TrVTvyTIFuI/AAAAAAAABlI/4shDEWg-FrQ/s72-c/You%2BAre%2BHere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-7496046239088761995</id><published>2011-11-02T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T15:33:35.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels; encounter; car; school bus; prayer'/><title type='text'>A is for Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmNtlCArc1s/TrMVXRxvufI/AAAAAAAABk8/KU8CLFqiRcw/s1600/Angels%2Bwith%2BMary%2B%2526%2BJesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmNtlCArc1s/TrMVXRxvufI/AAAAAAAABk8/KU8CLFqiRcw/s400/Angels%2Bwith%2BMary%2B%2526%2BJesus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670899845442812402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it is Alphabe-Thursday at Jenny Matlock's house! We are starting a new series of stories, poems, pictures, doodles and other forms of self-expression beginning with the first letter of the alphabet! Angels were the first "A" that came to my mind, and since I collect and love them so much, I thought I would share them with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of my adult life, I have been fascinated by Angel stories, Angel pictures, and Angel contacts. I've never met a real Angel, but I truly believe they exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if the power that is greater than us has administrative assistants, then they must be Angels. They may be called something else, but I choose to call them Angels. I'm sure that many of you have had some kind of experience (good) with a force that directed you to think or act in a certain way. I would like to share one experience that I have had, that leads me to believe that angels are out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SkKx6klVqHw/TrMVPVQjT3I/AAAAAAAABkw/s_zohEMjZcY/s1600/Angel%2B%2526%2BMaiden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SkKx6klVqHw/TrMVPVQjT3I/AAAAAAAABkw/s_zohEMjZcY/s400/Angel%2B%2526%2BMaiden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670899708938375026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mid-afternoon and I was driving the kids (all four of them) to a doctor appointment. (I would make all of the appointments for the kids simultaneously so that I would only get stressed out one or two days a year.) Nobody was sick or bleeding or complaining of little green men trying to squish them; it was just the regular yearly checkups! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exited the freeway and was driving on a two lane street. The doctor's office was just a football field away. As I was driving about 40 mph, I dropped something (a CD or an M&amp;M, or something...) and I quickly reached down to pick it up. The second my eyes were back on the road, I was headed to "say howdy" to the back of a school bus. I was literally 40-45 feet behind the bus. I slammed on the brakes, (as is my usual m.o.) and braced for the impact. It never occurred to me to try to get out of the lane, but it did occur to someone. With both hands on the steering wheel, and saying the Lord's Prayer out loud, the steering wheel turned to the right and I ended up stopped next to the bus instead of "in" the bus. I did not consciously turn the steering wheel, (Why would I? I had never done that before!) but I'm am forever grateful that a Guardian Angel (as I like to believe) turned it for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I caught my breath, I said to the kids, "Get on your knees and thank God right this minute for saving our lives!" I was still shaking hours later. I knew that there was a force of some kind in the car with us that day. A scare like this has the power to change some people. I changed. I never try to pick up anything that has dropped (like coffee, push pins, M&amp;Ms, or original court documents) until I am parked and the car is turned off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my A is for Angel story; one of many. How about you? I'd love to hear about any encounters that you have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please fly over to Jenny's 6,000 square foot blog and see what some of my classmates have turned in as their "A" assignment! Just click on the logo below. Thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-7496046239088761995?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/7496046239088761995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=7496046239088761995' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7496046239088761995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7496046239088761995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-for-angels.html' title='A is for Angels'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmNtlCArc1s/TrMVXRxvufI/AAAAAAAABk8/KU8CLFqiRcw/s72-c/Angels%2Bwith%2BMary%2B%2526%2BJesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-1441891185884784640</id><published>2011-10-29T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T09:44:34.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black; cold; light; halloween; Jenny Matlock'/><title type='text'>Study in Black - Saturday Centus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bDQeczGg1Q/Tqwqd_KRwkI/AAAAAAAABic/w-GQszQpYW0/s1600/Black%2BBox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bDQeczGg1Q/Tqwqd_KRwkI/AAAAAAAABic/w-GQszQpYW0/s400/Black%2BBox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668952725611725378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday....and that means Saturday Centus from Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent! Who is Jenny, you ask? Why, Jenny is the Head Mistress for the School of amateur (and professional) writers! Each week, she toys with our emotions by challenging us to write from a prompt, a picture, or any other whim that she may have at 3:00am! This week our prompt is a picture of black...which she lovingly calls "Study in Black." The kicker is that we can only use 25 words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothingness abounds&lt;br /&gt;I am cold and so afraid&lt;br /&gt;Light, where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving carefully&lt;br /&gt;Step by step, oh so slowly&lt;br /&gt;Light, I see you…aaaaggghhhhhhh!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could happen! The klutz that I am, it probably will happen....maybe when I go trick or treating at Jenny's house wearing nothing but black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for stopping by today. Please go "step by step" over to Jenny Matlock's House of Horrors to read some really juicy stuff from my ghoulfriends. Just click on the logo below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend, and, if you celebrate it, a Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-1441891185884784640?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/1441891185884784640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=1441891185884784640' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1441891185884784640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1441891185884784640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/10/study-in-black-saturday-centus.html' title='Study in Black - Saturday Centus'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bDQeczGg1Q/Tqwqd_KRwkI/AAAAAAAABic/w-GQszQpYW0/s72-c/Black%2BBox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-139375287674964665</id><published>2011-10-28T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:23:42.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Freese; St. Louis Cardinals; homeruns; procrastinate;'/><title type='text'>Friday Fragments #169</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J68IZNzRVVo/TqrgeaQP2HI/AAAAAAAABhg/WDD1HAvLCP4/s1600/Cards%2BTeam%2BCelebration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J68IZNzRVVo/TqrgeaQP2HI/AAAAAAAABhg/WDD1HAvLCP4/s400/Cards%2BTeam%2BCelebration.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668589894047357042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally work on Fridays and don't have the time to participate in this fun meme sponsored by Mrs.4444 of Half-Past Kissin' Time. I have today off, so I would love to share with you some interesting things going on with me this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in St. Louis and have been swept up in the excitement of our baseball team. I grew up loving football, but since living here, baseball has sucked me in big time! Tonight, Friday, is the seventh and final game of the World Series. Our team, the Cardinals, had a once-in a lifetime, amazing, thrilling, unbelievable game last night, coming from behind two runs, bottom of the 9th inning with two outs, and two strikes on the last batter. It looked like the Texas Rangers had it all wrapped up! But, noooooooooooooo, not our "comeback Cards"!!! We tied the game up and took it into extra innings and then in the bottom of the 11th inning, once again behind, we scored two additional runs to tie it up, and then....our beloved, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Freese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, hit a home run to take the sixth game! The crowd went wild! The Rangers had no idea what hit them! When David Freese got to home plate, he was greeted by the entire team and they ripped off his jersey (a new ritual of one of the players)! Winning tonight would be the cherry on top of the whipped cream on top of the banana split on top of the chocolate cake! But even if they don't win, this town will still continue to celebrate an incredible experience of coming from behind two months ago, winning enough to be a "wild card" team, and then beating two really, really great teams to make it to the World Series!" Am I excited or what!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AG0D5RzCuzA/Tqrfg1GI9iI/AAAAAAAABhU/bc4JIDih-zg/s1600/David%2BFreese%2Bblack%2B%2526%2Bwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 386px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AG0D5RzCuzA/Tqrfg1GI9iI/AAAAAAAABhU/bc4JIDih-zg/s400/David%2BFreese%2Bblack%2B%2526%2Bwhite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668588836100830754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new hero! A hometown boy who went to the same high school as my kids. He's a little older than my kids, but not by much. Enjoy these pics of Mr. Freese especially the one of him playing on the monkey bars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akdwwGcqfXk/Tqrhf_JXHDI/AAAAAAAABh4/MjssKcbfO5k/s1600/David%2BFreese%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akdwwGcqfXk/Tqrhf_JXHDI/AAAAAAAABh4/MjssKcbfO5k/s400/David%2BFreese%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668591020642081842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WXN4ZrKjbN0/Tqrh4BkVa_I/AAAAAAAABiE/MF1nbwxSCrQ/s1600/David%2BFreese%2Bon%2Bbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WXN4ZrKjbN0/Tqrh4BkVa_I/AAAAAAAABiE/MF1nbwxSCrQ/s400/David%2BFreese%2Bon%2Bbar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668591433608948722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIP30GRYNjM/TqriRKVge-I/AAAAAAAABiQ/TpfdzZQPrIY/s1600/David%2BFreese%2Bin%2Bstadium%2Bseat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIP30GRYNjM/TqriRKVge-I/AAAAAAAABiQ/TpfdzZQPrIY/s400/David%2BFreese%2Bin%2Bstadium%2Bseat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668591865459407842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, ladies....he is single!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on Facebook and just couldn't resist it. It has become my theme song (sort of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgE8Ud2JICo/TqrIbHF2I0I/AAAAAAAABhI/dJ42VeeA100/s1600/Procrastinate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgE8Ud2JICo/TqrIbHF2I0I/AAAAAAAABhI/dJ42VeeA100/s400/Procrastinate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668563449084781378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, can anyone tell me what is going on with the internet where every other word is double-underscored and in pink...and when you click on it, it goes to some stupid ad or someone's dissertation that has this word of &lt;em&gt;mine&lt;/em&gt; in it? Goodness gracious (you know what I'd really like to say) who has the huevos to clutter up my hard work with a bunch of links? Okay...I feel much better now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my story, and I'm sticking to it! Please stop by and say hi to Mrs.4444 at Half-Past Kissin' Time and enjoy the fragmented Fridays of some very interesting people! Just click on the logo below and you will be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/p/friday-fragments.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy's Idea" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w323/CarbaraB/scan00022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-139375287674964665?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/139375287674964665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=139375287674964665' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/139375287674964665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/139375287674964665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/10/friday-fragments-169.html' title='Friday Fragments #169'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J68IZNzRVVo/TqrgeaQP2HI/AAAAAAAABhg/WDD1HAvLCP4/s72-c/Cards%2BTeam%2BCelebration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-3235676301060488686</id><published>2011-10-19T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:08:12.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall colors; afternoon walk; Tootsie'/><title type='text'>Alphabe-Thursday - Fall Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9AAo4SpppLU/Tp-c7JCxXxI/AAAAAAAABgw/h88chyBvyLM/s1600/Backyard%2BFall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9AAo4SpppLU/Tp-c7JCxXxI/AAAAAAAABgw/h88chyBvyLM/s400/Backyard%2BFall.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665419396109131538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my backyard in the Fall (not this Fall, but another Fall).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UAFkxJWm_s/Tp-cB0gJUGI/AAAAAAAABgk/-Y2D6w7S3MA/s1600/Autumn%2BWalk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UAFkxJWm_s/Tp-cB0gJUGI/AAAAAAAABgk/-Y2D6w7S3MA/s400/Autumn%2BWalk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665418411342647394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where Tootsie and I walk in the afternoons. Any other time, we just walk out to the front lawn, she does her business, and then we're back in the house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpTv_ea9QZ0/Tp-dbVKdYDI/AAAAAAAABg8/oskgqGi_y8w/s1600/tootsieoic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpTv_ea9QZ0/Tp-dbVKdYDI/AAAAAAAABg8/oskgqGi_y8w/s400/tootsieoic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665419949118414898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tootsie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a peek at some more fabulous colors of Autumn, please "fall" over to Jenny Matlock at Off On My Tangent and get ready to oooooh and aaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-3235676301060488686?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/3235676301060488686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=3235676301060488686' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3235676301060488686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3235676301060488686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/10/alphabe-thursday-fall-break.html' title='Alphabe-Thursday - Fall Break'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9AAo4SpppLU/Tp-c7JCxXxI/AAAAAAAABgw/h88chyBvyLM/s72-c/Backyard%2BFall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-5044436587352006113</id><published>2011-10-15T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T09:58:39.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hammocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmother'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - Remembering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ACJn1J-N6M/Tpmcp5jBPtI/AAAAAAAABgY/Egbcy2X26uU/s1600/S.C.-Old%2Bfront%2Bporch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ACJn1J-N6M/Tpmcp5jBPtI/AAAAAAAABgY/Egbcy2X26uU/s400/S.C.-Old%2Bfront%2Bporch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663730250031382226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this week's Saturday Centus, the brainchild of &lt;strong&gt;Jenny Matlock, Off on My Tangent&lt;/strong&gt;! Each Saturday morning we wake up to a new adventure in writing for her pleasure, as well as ours! This week's 100-word theme is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sensory Details&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and she has provided us with the above picture. This is what I came up with while on my third cup of coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe that we found the house! I remember stories from my grandmother about her summers at the lake. She spoke of her uncle’s house as if it were a mansion. Well, to a 10 year old, anything without common-wall neighbors was a mansion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spoke of the pancake breakfasts and beef stew dinners with hot bread made from scratch. She and her siblings would sleep in hammocks on the front porch so they could feel the breeze coming from the water as it cooled the humid nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been pure heaven in its day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for stopping by. Please click on Jenny's logo below and be awed by some of my fellow coffee drinkers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-5044436587352006113?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/5044436587352006113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=5044436587352006113' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5044436587352006113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5044436587352006113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/10/saturday-centus-remembering.html' title='Saturday Centus - Remembering'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ACJn1J-N6M/Tpmcp5jBPtI/AAAAAAAABgY/Egbcy2X26uU/s72-c/S.C.-Old%2Bfront%2Bporch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-7321894971872640732</id><published>2011-10-09T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T11:27:01.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art in the Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windancer Studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yasek Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rewind'/><title type='text'>Sundays in My City - Art in the Park!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unknownmami.com/category/sundays-in-my-city" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Unknown Mami" src="http://www.unknownmami.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/SIMC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Sundays in My City, sponsored by the most beautiful... most bilingual... mother of the most curly-headed daughters, the lovely and talented Unknown Mami! Mami is always a bright spot in my Sunday mornings with her colorful and interesting photos of her city, her family, and anything or anyone else who has caught her eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I had the incredible opportunity to help out my cousin (&lt;a href="http://www.yasekdesignjewelry.com/"&gt;Yasek Design Jewelry&lt;/a&gt;) with her booth at the Art in the Park Show in Boulder City, Nevada! Yes, Boulder is about 20 minutes from the Vegas Strip, and I was a good girl...only losing the $20 that I brought! However, I did walk away feeling very wealthy after seeing some spectacular art exhibits and having the opportunity to meet the artists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share with you a few of the pieces my cousin had on exhibit (and for sale on Etsy). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYCCU2rQCQU/TpHg2KOimdI/AAAAAAAABgA/wxZcOQ7K2_8/s1600/Drizzle%2BPearl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYCCU2rQCQU/TpHg2KOimdI/AAAAAAAABgA/wxZcOQ7K2_8/s400/Drizzle%2BPearl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661553427644324306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Drizzle Ring&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJZU55-rCJg/TpHhUUiA3AI/AAAAAAAABgI/iCDTYDmqDN4/s1600/Jellyfish2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJZU55-rCJg/TpHhUUiA3AI/AAAAAAAABgI/iCDTYDmqDN4/s400/Jellyfish2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661553945806429186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vuv--ipxoCw/TpHhvOxRCpI/AAAAAAAABgQ/59suZarQK4U/s1600/Jumbo%2BRings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vuv--ipxoCw/TpHhvOxRCpI/AAAAAAAABgQ/59suZarQK4U/s400/Jumbo%2BRings.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661554408116259474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold, Silver and Pearl Rings&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;Our next door neighbors at the fair were two lovely women who spent the day presenting, informing and selling some of the most beautiful and unique clay sculptures. The pieces were fired porcelain with no two alike, yet they looked perfect when combined with other pieces. Here are a few pics! My pictures don't do justice to the beautiful pieces handmade by Teresa Testa. I highly recommend that you visit the website at: http://www.windancerstudio.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uhh5nTfPMlg/TpHdh_Ite-I/AAAAAAAABfY/5Y7LWFdkQYM/s1600/Windancer1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uhh5nTfPMlg/TpHdh_Ite-I/AAAAAAAABfY/5Y7LWFdkQYM/s400/Windancer1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661549782534814690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGxq__Nykqc/TpHdtBbpKsI/AAAAAAAABfg/Cw1EucUheOc/s1600/Windancer%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGxq__Nykqc/TpHdtBbpKsI/AAAAAAAABfg/Cw1EucUheOc/s400/Windancer%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661549972129655490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmwZ9kRrciA/TpHd8LwNFTI/AAAAAAAABfo/Nzf_VUYLRVs/s1600/Windancer3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmwZ9kRrciA/TpHd8LwNFTI/AAAAAAAABfo/Nzf_VUYLRVs/s400/Windancer3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661550232598287666" /&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;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;The two days were hot and long, but Teresa and Lori kept us laughing most of the day with their funny stories and quick wit. I took a break and walked around to see some of the other vendors, and came across another unique booth called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rewind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The artist, Carlos Montanaro, has collected all sizes and shapes of pocket watches and their inner mechanisms from which he makes rings, bracelets and necklaces. Some of the recycled watches actually still work! Below are some pictures of his work. You can learn more by clicking here: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Rewind-Jewelry/133948923349844 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gqn_lACotsE/TpHgDdL2vCI/AAAAAAAABfw/KtgzHaGYaUU/s1600/Rewind%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gqn_lACotsE/TpHgDdL2vCI/AAAAAAAABfw/KtgzHaGYaUU/s400/Rewind%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661552556560006178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZOiqb8rPzA/TpHgR1C1QlI/AAAAAAAABf4/uhv0n2Rk7ww/s1600/Rewind%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZOiqb8rPzA/TpHgR1C1QlI/AAAAAAAABf4/uhv0n2Rk7ww/s400/Rewind%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661552803482780242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is arriving in Missouri, and the colors are breathtaking! It makes me grateful that I have my sight! I live in St. Louis! Welcome to My City!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-7321894971872640732?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/7321894971872640732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=7321894971872640732' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7321894971872640732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7321894971872640732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/10/sundays-in-my-city-art-in-park.html' title='Sundays in My City - Art in the Park!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYCCU2rQCQU/TpHg2KOimdI/AAAAAAAABgA/wxZcOQ7K2_8/s72-c/Drizzle%2BPearl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-2143569540872339858</id><published>2011-10-06T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T20:39:30.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yadi; baseball; catcher; Cardinals'/><title type='text'>Yadi, Yadi, Yadi!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T82UlsbCsfU/To48fnOUuQI/AAAAAAAABe4/TJyffVgVJc0/s1600/Yadier%2BMolina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T82UlsbCsfU/To48fnOUuQI/AAAAAAAABe4/TJyffVgVJc0/s400/Yadier%2BMolina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660528295453964546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Alphabe-Thursday, sponsored by Jenny Matlock! This week's letter is "Y" (we are almost through the alphabet...I can't wait until Halloween Break!) Since we are fighting for a place in the MLB Playoffs, I thought I would share one of our St. Louis Cardinals with you! Say hello to &lt;strong&gt;Yadier Molina&lt;/strong&gt;, Catcher for the Cards. He's hot, sassy and one heck of a ballplayer! We are currently tied with the Philadelphia Phillies, two games apiece. If we win tomorrow night (Friday) we get to move on to the next challenger. If not, well then we will still cheer on our guys when they get home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_bUnYSarDqc/To48aSr-hSI/AAAAAAAABew/Lclecr-MO-0/s1600/Yadi%2Bpointing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_bUnYSarDqc/To48aSr-hSI/AAAAAAAABew/Lclecr-MO-0/s400/Yadi%2Bpointing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660528204041848098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born and raised in Puerto Rico, Yadi joined the Cardinals in 2004. He has a home in Puerto Rico and another in Illinois during the baseball season. He is married and has two children. Yadi has two brothers, who also are catchers and play professional baseball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He joined the Cards in 2004 and was backup catcher to Mike Matheny, who later joined the San Francisco Giants. That paved the way for Yadi to become starting catcher for the Cardinals. In addition to his success as a catcher, Molina proved to be a consistent contact hitter. During the off-season, Yadi played for a Puerto Rican team in the first World Baseball Classic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the 2006 season, Molina changed his number from 41 to 4. In 2006, in Game 7 of the NLCS, Molina hit a two-run home run in the top of the ninth inning off Aaron Heilman of the New York Mets, giving the Cardinals a 3-1 lead and helping them secure a trip to the 2006 World Series, where they defeated the Detroit Tigers in five games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8fVugflf0sY/To48VcBSIcI/AAAAAAAABeo/6R8UNnQkR9Q/s1600/Yadi%2B%2526%2BPitcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8fVugflf0sY/To48VcBSIcI/AAAAAAAABeo/6R8UNnQkR9Q/s400/Yadi%2B%2526%2BPitcher.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660528120647786946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 5, 2009, Molina was selected to represent St. Louis in the 2009 Major League Baseball All Star Game as the NL starting catcher. He also won his second Gold Glove award later that year. On April 5, 2010, Molina hit a grand slam home run; he is only the third Cardinals player to hit a grand slam on Opening Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 1, 2010, he won his fourth consecutive Fielding Bible Award as the sole catcher, becoming the first player at any position to win the award unanimously with a perfect score of 100. Days later, he won his third consecutive Gold Glove Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 2, 2011, he was ejected during a game against the Brewers for arguing a called strike, after which he appeared to spit at the umpire. Molina said his face was sweaty and he didn't intentionally spit. Molina served a five-game suspension from MLB for "making contact with umpire Rob Drake multiple times and spraying him with spittle twice while arguing." I believe Yadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmU7NMkjzk4/To48PWWF4-I/AAAAAAAABeg/YiFT3UeCNPA/s1600/Yadi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmU7NMkjzk4/To48PWWF4-I/AAAAAAAABeg/YiFT3UeCNPA/s400/Yadi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660528016045237218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by to read my "Y" assignment.  Please grand slam your way over to Jenny's by clicking on the logo below and see what my fellow classmates have offered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistical and personal information provided by Wikipedia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-2143569540872339858?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/2143569540872339858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=2143569540872339858' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2143569540872339858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2143569540872339858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/10/yadi-yadi-yadi.html' title='Yadi, Yadi, Yadi!!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T82UlsbCsfU/To48fnOUuQI/AAAAAAAABe4/TJyffVgVJc0/s72-c/Yadier%2BMolina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-3257699484730123465</id><published>2011-09-28T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:47:54.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hercules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucy Lawless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>"X" is for Xena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyufmKeSSFQ/ToPXUyU069I/AAAAAAAABeQ/veoPW929Fnc/s1600/Returnofcallisto_02%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyufmKeSSFQ/ToPXUyU069I/AAAAAAAABeQ/veoPW929Fnc/s400/Returnofcallisto_02%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657602309013957586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xena is a fictional character from Robert Tapert's &lt;em&gt;Xena: Warrior Princess &lt;/em&gt;franchise. She first appeared in the 1995–1999 television series Hercules: The Legendary Journeys, before going on to appear in &lt;em&gt;Xena: Warrior Princess &lt;/em&gt;TV show and subsequent comic book of the same name.  Xena was played by New Zealand actress Lucy Lawless who commonly wore a tight leather skirted outfit with silver accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xena is the protagonist of the story, and the series depicts her quest to seek redemption for her past sins as a ruthless warlord by using her formidable fighting skills to help people. Xena was raised as the daughter of Cyrene and Atrius in Amphipolis. She has a brother who is dead; she visits his grave to speak with him often. In &lt;em&gt;Hercules&lt;/em&gt;, during her two first episodes, Xena was an outlaw, but in the third (and last), she joins Hercules to defeat despicable warlords. Aware that the character of Xena had been very successful among the public, the producers of the series decided to create a spin-off series based on her adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original choice to play Xena was the British actress Vanessa Angel, but she fell ill and was unable to make it to the set. The role was also offered to four other actresses. Ultimately the role was given to Lawless as she was already a resident of New Zealand. Lawless had several problems playing the character due to the violent scenes, getting cut by swords and being hit in the head, and also in 1996 while rehearsing a skit for "The Tonight Show with Jay Leno", she fractured her pelvis when she was thrown clear from her horse. As a result, several episodes of Season 2 had to be edited to accommodate her recovery, and some of them were changed so Lawless could have a very slight appearance, and the crew created some brand new episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce you to my Xena, and her brother, Luke Skywalker, and brother, Kenny from South Park, and sister, Black Kitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LrT5dL8Jp38/ToPY-YPw7AI/AAAAAAAABeY/XVjLYrjrCuw/s1600/Zena%2B%2526%2BLuke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LrT5dL8Jp38/ToPY-YPw7AI/AAAAAAAABeY/XVjLYrjrCuw/s400/Zena%2B%2526%2BLuke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657604123079535618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday.  Click on the logo below and see what other fascinating "X" stories there are for your entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information obtained from Wikipedia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-3257699484730123465?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/3257699484730123465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=3257699484730123465' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3257699484730123465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3257699484730123465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/09/x-is-for-xena.html' title='&quot;X&quot; is for Xena'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyufmKeSSFQ/ToPXUyU069I/AAAAAAAABeQ/veoPW929Fnc/s72-c/Returnofcallisto_02%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-6988642647768438218</id><published>2011-09-17T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T14:28:48.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween; lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twinkle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - Best Friends</title><content type='html'>Oh Jenny, you little stinker, you! This week's challenge is to write lyrics to the "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" song using up to 32 words which include "&lt;strong&gt;In the Autumn.&lt;/strong&gt;" Yo...yo...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao1MdCTrvj4/TnUL4xextTI/AAAAAAAABeI/Nk4IES9FxJ4/s1600/Pirate%2BMax%2B%2526%2BRobin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653437977216529714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao1MdCTrvj4/TnUL4xextTI/AAAAAAAABeI/Nk4IES9FxJ4/s400/Pirate%2BMax%2B%2526%2BRobin.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Autumn &lt;/strong&gt;we will play&lt;br /&gt;Tossing leaves most every day &lt;br /&gt;Let’s get dressed for trick or treat&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be scary and so sweet&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait for Halloween&lt;br /&gt;We sure make an awesome team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's corny, but consider the song....(it's one of my favorite songs to sing to little ones)! I went over by three words - so hate me! Please click on Jenny's logo below and be entertained by some exquisite lyrical talents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to a wonderful relationship once had by two little boys and their mothers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-6988642647768438218?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/6988642647768438218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=6988642647768438218' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6988642647768438218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6988642647768438218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/09/saturday-centus-best-friends.html' title='Saturday Centus - Best Friends'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao1MdCTrvj4/TnUL4xextTI/AAAAAAAABeI/Nk4IES9FxJ4/s72-c/Pirate%2BMax%2B%2526%2BRobin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-3005906507240572951</id><published>2011-09-14T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:42:43.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion; images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victorian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><title type='text'>V is for Victorian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NY46KrTkRoo/TnGCDWo6JdI/AAAAAAAABeA/x0CuCHqfRiY/s1600/faires%2Bimages%2Bgraphicsfairyblrd%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NY46KrTkRoo/TnGCDWo6JdI/AAAAAAAABeA/x0CuCHqfRiY/s400/faires%2Bimages%2Bgraphicsfairyblrd%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652442001455064530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Alphabe-Thursday brought to you by Headmistress Trunbull...I mean...Jenny Matlock of Off on My Tangent. This week, we are studying the letter "V" and I would like to share a little part of an era in which I am enamored...Victorian! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of finding a Victorian house to buy that I can renovate to look like it did during the time, but with all of the modern conveniences. It's on the bucket list, but I won't be disappointed if I don't get to that one. I've visited a few artists who love the period and still love to look at the "&lt;em&gt;Victorian&lt;/em&gt;" magazine whenever I have a chance! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the homes where I might live (in my dreams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0b7S6_uYng/TnF24oyMOfI/AAAAAAAABcY/r8wsZCnrMYk/s1600/victorian-house-pictures-102%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0b7S6_uYng/TnF24oyMOfI/AAAAAAAABcY/r8wsZCnrMYk/s400/victorian-house-pictures-102%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652429722719369714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EUchn3RlYDY/TnF3FaJGq-I/AAAAAAAABcg/0x-BBtBavfw/s1600/victorian-style-houses-1a%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EUchn3RlYDY/TnF3FaJGq-I/AAAAAAAABcg/0x-BBtBavfw/s400/victorian-style-houses-1a%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652429942127242210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rhebMY-QjX0/TnF3bPcW8DI/AAAAAAAABco/YZ7Ihp_v0io/s1600/stick1%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rhebMY-QjX0/TnF3bPcW8DI/AAAAAAAABco/YZ7Ihp_v0io/s400/stick1%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652430317212332082" /&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;br /&gt;And here's where I left my heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvisOrJUpzM/TnF3xWGVeDI/AAAAAAAABcw/M86scBiHOf0/s1600/seven-sisters%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvisOrJUpzM/TnF3xWGVeDI/AAAAAAAABcw/M86scBiHOf0/s400/seven-sisters%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652430696956131378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some of these whimsical images from the &lt;a href="http://graphicsfairy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Graphics Fairy &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HoLhK6DUjNw/TnF4Vu3Gn3I/AAAAAAAABc4/aU6R9t685ZE/s1600/old%2Bwoman%2Bshoe%2Bvintage%2Bimage%2Bgraphicsfairy004c%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HoLhK6DUjNw/TnF4Vu3Gn3I/AAAAAAAABc4/aU6R9t685ZE/s400/old%2Bwoman%2Bshoe%2Bvintage%2Bimage%2Bgraphicsfairy004c%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652431322078420850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8H_3y-gfInI/TnF4l-b0DiI/AAAAAAAABdA/skaAILVIFJ4/s1600/school%2Bboy%2Bvintage%2Bimage%2Bgraphicsfairy007sm%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8H_3y-gfInI/TnF4l-b0DiI/AAAAAAAABdA/skaAILVIFJ4/s400/school%2Bboy%2Bvintage%2Bimage%2Bgraphicsfairy007sm%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652431601136832034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HyieQwz3k00/TnF40O11wwI/AAAAAAAABdI/WzlybIJi0AA/s1600/fairy%2Bbeauty%2Bvintage%2Bimage%2Bgraphicsfairy3%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HyieQwz3k00/TnF40O11wwI/AAAAAAAABdI/WzlybIJi0AA/s400/fairy%2Bbeauty%2Bvintage%2Bimage%2Bgraphicsfairy3%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652431846059131650" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pieces that I would insist on having in my Victorian House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KiEDSwuvYWk/TnF5ORCmLbI/AAAAAAAABdQ/uTr9GnTDRHk/s1600/Red-Chairs-Victorian-Furniture%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KiEDSwuvYWk/TnF5ORCmLbI/AAAAAAAABdQ/uTr9GnTDRHk/s400/Red-Chairs-Victorian-Furniture%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652432293326106034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5QQaeSlE9fQ/TnF5dAp_VRI/AAAAAAAABdY/cAO2MAHFZxU/s1600/mirrored-victorian-furniture%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5QQaeSlE9fQ/TnF5dAp_VRI/AAAAAAAABdY/cAO2MAHFZxU/s400/mirrored-victorian-furniture%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652432546625967378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7_Z4eL3j5g/TnF5vO1QZNI/AAAAAAAABdg/nNU7SLB2diA/s1600/2lamp%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7_Z4eL3j5g/TnF5vO1QZNI/AAAAAAAABdg/nNU7SLB2diA/s400/2lamp%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652432859668964562" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, some "to-die-for" fashions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLeUaxeYyRU/TnF6NnoANEI/AAAAAAAABdo/-eMoHo6bVcE/s1600/2b548%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLeUaxeYyRU/TnF6NnoANEI/AAAAAAAABdo/-eMoHo6bVcE/s400/2b548%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652433381720339522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tRh3Wai138/TnF98w983oI/AAAAAAAABdw/899EBhICces/s1600/1997_titanic_023%255B2%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tRh3Wai138/TnF98w983oI/AAAAAAAABdw/899EBhICces/s400/1997_titanic_023%255B2%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652437490217049730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k18kPX1o8Dg/TnF-Nq5aimI/AAAAAAAABd4/abW4bVeKTrY/s1600/1997_titanic_031%255B2%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k18kPX1o8Dg/TnF-Nq5aimI/AAAAAAAABd4/abW4bVeKTrY/s400/1997_titanic_031%255B2%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652437780645186146" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have enjoyed travelling back in time with me. Please click on the logo below to read some of my classmates' "V" assignments. I know you will like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-3005906507240572951?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/3005906507240572951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=3005906507240572951' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3005906507240572951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3005906507240572951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/09/v-is-for-victorian.html' title='V is for Victorian'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NY46KrTkRoo/TnGCDWo6JdI/AAAAAAAABeA/x0CuCHqfRiY/s72-c/faires%2Bimages%2Bgraphicsfairyblrd%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-7526361882969811292</id><published>2011-09-11T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T10:25:04.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sept. 11th; babies; anniversaries; honor; celebrate'/><title type='text'>Repost - Just Any Other Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RG9cOmypcRY/TmzqMl5MFYI/AAAAAAAABcQ/xVqCSm8aPJc/s1600/Todd%2B%2526%2BLiz%2BWedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RG9cOmypcRY/TmzqMl5MFYI/AAAAAAAABcQ/xVqCSm8aPJc/s400/Todd%2B%2526%2BLiz%2BWedding.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651149134494438786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mr. Noexcuses and I celebrate our 35th Wedding Anniversary. Three years ago I posted the following while I was as numb as I am today. I think it's important to honor those who fell that day, but I also think it's important for us to celebrate the babies, the birthdays, the anniversaries, the triumphs and the many other special moments that occurred before, have occurred since and will occur in the future on September 11th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, September 11, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Any Other Day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many, today is just another day. But, if you have a birthday, anniversary or some other special event that is celebrated on September 11th, you will be affected...forever. Maybe this a good thing. There are some things that we should always remember so that history will not repeat itself. Sometimes having a personal event and an historical event that share the same date can be a very special thing. I share one of those events with today's date, and so I try to find something positive to see me through the day. Chocolate helps....a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 25th wedding anniversary was 9/11/01. We decided not to celebrate that year. A sort of eerie thing happened. The day before, my husband ordered flowers to be delivered to the house. They arrived on the afternoon of the 11th. They were beautiful greens and white Lilys. Of all the flowers in the book, he ordered Lilys. Maybe it was a God thing. When the arrangement finally passed on, I replaced it with plastic and dried flowers. Every year I add another flower and/or green. I now have this beautiful arrangement of Lilys, roses, mums, etc., any flower that comes in white. And, of course, lots of green, leafy stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember planning a big party for my parents on their 25th wedding anniversary. My party can wait. If we make it to 40 years, then I will rent a cruise ship. Would you like to join us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, and God Bless! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember this date for its events, both horrific and blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-7526361882969811292?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/7526361882969811292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=7526361882969811292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7526361882969811292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7526361882969811292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/09/repost-just-any-other-day.html' title='Repost - Just Any Other Day'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RG9cOmypcRY/TmzqMl5MFYI/AAAAAAAABcQ/xVqCSm8aPJc/s72-c/Todd%2B%2526%2BLiz%2BWedding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-264914047812045909</id><published>2011-09-11T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:34:54.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother; game; procrastinate; dream'/><title type='text'>No Excuses - Mother May I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSQy_KDbXEg/Tmzh-rwq62I/AAAAAAAABcI/WKqKgAe_54s/s1600/gang%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSQy_KDbXEg/Tmzh-rwq62I/AAAAAAAABcI/WKqKgAe_54s/s400/gang%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651140099458132834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, once again I have procrastinated (that's how I roll) and am just getting to my post for Saturday Centus, from Jenny at Off on My Tangent! When I read the prompt, "Mother May I," I first thought about my mom, who went home 26 years ago. Then I thought about the childhood game, and how much fun it was to try and beat whoever was playing the mother! I figured that many of the responses would be about the game, and I, who normally find the need to go against the grain, could not come up with a post! So I waited until this morning, Sunday, September 11th. After watching one hour of the news this morning, and having being thoroughly depressed and grateful at the same time, I offer up my "Mother" post to you now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny is allowing pictures, along with instructions of 100 words plus the three words of the prompt. I am always inspired by pictures, and today is no different. The prompt will be in bold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1966, and the bell for morning recess had just rung. Since it was raining, we had to stay inside. "&lt;strong&gt;Mother May I&lt;/strong&gt;" won out over "Seven Up." I tried my best to be the one to reach Mother before anyone else. My plan was working; I was one question away from victory! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I woke up. I so wanted to return to that time. It was September 12, 2001, and as the events of the day before flashed through my mind, I thought about all of those who had gone home. I knew my mom was hugging each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking the time to stop by today. Please click on Jenny's logo below to see the offerings of some very gifted friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-264914047812045909?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/264914047812045909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=264914047812045909' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/264914047812045909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/264914047812045909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-excuses-mother-may-i.html' title='No Excuses - Mother May I...'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSQy_KDbXEg/Tmzh-rwq62I/AAAAAAAABcI/WKqKgAe_54s/s72-c/gang%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-6640945643684940743</id><published>2011-09-07T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:02:28.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Umbrella; Alphabe-Thursday;'/><title type='text'>Under My Umbrella...ella...ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WLJ7Kb2hR08/TmgcU6v0g6I/AAAAAAAABbg/p-3odxxKZXc/s1600/rihanna.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WLJ7Kb2hR08/TmgcU6v0g6I/AAAAAAAABbg/p-3odxxKZXc/s400/rihanna.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649796878229078946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a catchy song this was...and what a busy celebrity! Who would have thought something so simple could enter your head through your ears and swim around and around until you fell into a comatose state while you mumble the words "ella...ella and so on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Alphabe-Thursday sponsored by Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent. This week we week our assignment is "U." Hope you enjoy some of colorful and interesting Umbrella pics I found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwJ8c9dFYBs/TmmMVNSQ7NI/AAAAAAAABbo/hWM2YrO4dV8/s1600/Hanging%2BUmbrellas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 373px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwJ8c9dFYBs/TmmMVNSQ7NI/AAAAAAAABbo/hWM2YrO4dV8/s400/Hanging%2BUmbrellas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650201503484406994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUaI_iIxGLM/TmmMceaUGbI/AAAAAAAABbw/eubGWxiheos/s1600/Umbrella%2BKiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUaI_iIxGLM/TmmMceaUGbI/AAAAAAAABbw/eubGWxiheos/s400/Umbrella%2BKiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650201628340656562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3JslaUzFzag/TmmMxxfnKdI/AAAAAAAABb4/Pq5oVRZ0f9Y/s1600/Little%2BUmbrellas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3JslaUzFzag/TmmMxxfnKdI/AAAAAAAABb4/Pq5oVRZ0f9Y/s400/Little%2BUmbrellas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650201994240403922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXMVMaJ8yVY/TmmM88_6N3I/AAAAAAAABcA/NBc3zKP_Nyg/s1600/Umbrellas%2Band%2BBoots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXMVMaJ8yVY/TmmM88_6N3I/AAAAAAAABcA/NBc3zKP_Nyg/s400/Umbrellas%2Band%2BBoots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650202186307221362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for stopping by my Umbrella piece. Please let the wind blow you over to Jenny's and see the other "U" presentations of my friends. Just click on the logo below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-6640945643684940743?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/6640945643684940743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=6640945643684940743' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6640945643684940743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6640945643684940743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/09/under-my-umbrellaellaella.html' title='Under My Umbrella...ella...ella'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WLJ7Kb2hR08/TmgcU6v0g6I/AAAAAAAABbg/p-3odxxKZXc/s72-c/rihanna.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-4490384715800262948</id><published>2011-09-04T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T19:21:11.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomato; sandwich; simple;'/><title type='text'>Tomato Sandwich Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r7i52_yUxkA/TmQxXjzdn6I/AAAAAAAABbY/IM9WPV37HrQ/s1600/tomato%2Bsandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r7i52_yUxkA/TmQxXjzdn6I/AAAAAAAABbY/IM9WPV37HrQ/s400/tomato%2Bsandwich.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648694113447288738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Alphabe-Thursday and my little entry for the letter "T!" Headmistresses Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent, assigns one letter of the alphabet each week. Our assignment is to write a story, poem, or other form of art using the letter of the week. Here is my assignment...just a little bit late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi Kate, how are you doing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Fine, and you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, I’m great! How about going out to lunch this Thursday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Oh, I really don’t feel like going out. Why don’t you come here and we can have some soup and sandwiches? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That sounds great! May I bring the soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: No, don’t bother. I have a pantry full of soup. Just bring yourself and an empty stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, I’ll see you about 11ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Sounds good, see you then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn’t want Kate to go to any trouble. When she has people over for a meal, she goes all out with sides and such, and then makes some totally yummy soup from scratch. When I make soup, I open the can and dump it into the saucepan. I also don’t like a lot of choices for a sandwich. Just give me tomato and cheese with a little mayo! I like to keep things simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my life has become much simpler than it used to be. It’s just not worth it. All of the fuss and stress and having to remember EVERYTHING! Lordy! It seems I’m always forgetting something, but it all works out in the end. Life has been so enjoyable these last few years since I’ve made the change from “impressing others at all costs” to “if you don’t like it, make your own!” It took me a good 20 years to build up the nerve to say that to my kids! It worked, however, and now they eat what I make, or make their own! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like my life as it is now. Each day I make a short list of things I’d like to get done, and if I complete one item by dinner, it’s been a good day! I spent too much of my life trying to do it all, be it all, and show the world what a superwoman I was. Why in the world did I think that was important? I truly believe I did more damage than good by trying to appear how well I had it all together. Well, I never did have it all together, and it doesn’t bother me to admit it! I don’t look back on what “could have been”, just “how badly did I screw it up and can it be fixed without a therapist!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Kate back and in my nicest and firmest voice, said to her, “Just make me a tomato sandwich on Thursday, okay?” Boy! Did that feel great to cross off my list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hop over to Jenny's Alphabe-Thursday home and see what my friends have done with the letter "T." Just click on the logo below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-4490384715800262948?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/4490384715800262948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=4490384715800262948' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/4490384715800262948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/4490384715800262948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/09/tomato-sandwich-thursday.html' title='Tomato Sandwich Thursday'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r7i52_yUxkA/TmQxXjzdn6I/AAAAAAAABbY/IM9WPV37HrQ/s72-c/tomato%2Bsandwich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-3096699544684587079</id><published>2011-09-04T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T17:06:14.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - Pizza Mia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXVZ8fkgHDI/TmQSOv3mTLI/AAAAAAAABbQ/dOSW2OHPTb0/s1600/Color%2BPizzas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXVZ8fkgHDI/TmQSOv3mTLI/AAAAAAAABbQ/dOSW2OHPTb0/s400/Color%2BPizzas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648659877206576306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a little crazy for me lately, and when I've had time to post, my brain has been on vacation. I was determined to finish this piece before the end of the weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Matlock, of Off on My Tangent, has given us an assignment this week to use 107 words to tell a story, poem, or whatever using the prompt "What Kind of Pizza is This?" Well, I started out with 167 words, and could only get it down to 130 words without significantly affecting the idea I wanted to express. So, nanny nanny! I probably will get a lower grade, but maybe Jenny will take pity on me after seeing the picture I included for inspiration. My prompt is in bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Today, we are going to make pizzas” said the teacher to her group of four year- olds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yay” they screamed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love pizza!” yelled little Jimmy as he drenched his English muffin with pizza sauce. Each child had their own cup of sauce and cheese to make their snack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pizzas were put on the cookie sheet and into the oven. The teacher didn’t have time to inspect each and every pizza. The oven timer rang and the children jumped to pick up their pizzas. They were all covered with sauce and melted cheese, except for Jimmy’s. His pizza had green, blue and pink colors in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“What kind of a pizza is this?” &lt;/strong&gt;asked the teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s chalk pizza” Jimmy replied, rolling his eyes and sighing. “Didn’t you ever eat one?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop by Jenny's place to enjoy some great pieces from the others in my class! Just click on the logo below and you will be transported promptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-3096699544684587079?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/3096699544684587079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=3096699544684587079' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3096699544684587079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3096699544684587079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/09/saturday-centus-pizza-mia.html' title='Saturday Centus - Pizza Mia!!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXVZ8fkgHDI/TmQSOv3mTLI/AAAAAAAABbQ/dOSW2OHPTb0/s72-c/Color%2BPizzas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-2484276041140743896</id><published>2011-08-18T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T19:52:59.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volkswagon'/><title type='text'>R is for Retro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jg9Q83zUFNQ/Tk3OFYrswII/AAAAAAAABbA/2W98vUnPk10/s1600/abba%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jg9Q83zUFNQ/Tk3OFYrswII/AAAAAAAABbA/2W98vUnPk10/s400/abba%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642392500085506178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people like to mix the new with the old. For instance, I'm old, and I like new shoes! I've saved some of my favorite dresses from the 70's, but I don't believe I'm ever going to be that size again...! (I'll bet these hotties can still wear their 70's clothes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Mr. NoExcuses, who can't seem to completely tear himself away from the 70's! I'm convinced that Edwina, my oldest of the two girls, was born in the wrong decade. When she began to think about driving and getting that first car, all she wanted was a Volkswagen Bus. That made Mr. NoExcuses happy as a clam! We were lucky to find a friend who loves to fix up Volkswagens, and he just happened to have the perfect bus for Ed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zC_1p7j9a1A/Tk3GXf4RVdI/AAAAAAAABao/qVHzPqn1IAY/s1600/Bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zC_1p7j9a1A/Tk3GXf4RVdI/AAAAAAAABao/qVHzPqn1IAY/s400/Bus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642384015161906642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when it was Katya's turn, Mr. NoExcuses just happened to find a convertible Karmann Ghia. It wasn't Katya's first pick, but once it was fixed up, and she bought a new pair of shades, she was living the dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSdOM5ZCx58/Tk3G0roSt9I/AAAAAAAABaw/Bie-ZcIE5r0/s1600/Katie%2527s_Car%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSdOM5ZCx58/Tk3G0roSt9I/AAAAAAAABaw/Bie-ZcIE5r0/s400/Katie%2527s_Car%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642384516532320210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last spring, Ed had a little altercation with an SUV. The insurance company called it a total loss and wrote us a check. We kept the bus, just in case we found a way of fixing it. After much brainstorming, it was determined that it could not be fixed, so we cashed the insurance check, and bought another bus. Then Mr. Fix-It, I mean Mr. NoExcuses, pulled the guts out of the old bus and installed them into the new bus, and Voila! Ed is back in action, just in time for school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjIZ_5W0Ipg/Tk3IWXqmqyI/AAAAAAAABa4/B0m9iHxhV6M/s1600/Em%2527s%2BNew%2BBus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjIZ_5W0Ipg/Tk3IWXqmqyI/AAAAAAAABa4/B0m9iHxhV6M/s400/Em%2527s%2BNew%2BBus.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642386194800487202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "R" post is brought to you by Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent, where she sponsors "Alphabe-Thursday." Please click on her logo below and see what my classmates have offered up this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-2484276041140743896?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/2484276041140743896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=2484276041140743896' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2484276041140743896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2484276041140743896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/08/r-is-for-retro.html' title='R is for Retro'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jg9Q83zUFNQ/Tk3OFYrswII/AAAAAAAABbA/2W98vUnPk10/s72-c/abba%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-1137828127528505960</id><published>2011-08-14T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T09:27:15.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extreme Makeover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pay it forward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Sunday Repeat in My City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.unknownmami.com/category/sundays-in-my-city" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Unknown Mami" src="http://www.unknownmami.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/SIMC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a repeat of "Extreme Makeover" yesterday (I watch TV when I procrastinate) and saw an episode of a few years ago about two makeovers in My City. I wrote a post about it in February of 2010, and felt compelled to re-post today. Ty Pennington is an amazing person, and the concept of the show is so powerful, it brings tears to my eyes every time I watch it. I'm pleased to bring you this post once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of Unknown Mami? She has a delightful blog where she shares photos of her city on Sundays. She invites the rest of us to link up with her and share some of our own city's photos. Click on the logo above to visit Mami's Sundays in My City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in St. Louis, Missouri. Welcome to my City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not far from where I live, there is a small structure in the middle of a parking lot of a strip mall. This small, but powerful structure is a drive-through coffee, snack and lunch shop. Welcome to “More Than Coffee, Helping Challenged People One Cup at a Time.” With each cup of coffee, patrons receive printed scriptures that have been applied to the cup’s heat protector. This is one way the owner glorifies God. Please stop by the website &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.morethancoffee.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and say hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBKSbzHz2d0/Tke_oor2mPI/AAAAAAAABag/ofDr2-5AeXI/s1600/Coffee%2BTime%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBKSbzHz2d0/Tke_oor2mPI/AAAAAAAABag/ofDr2-5AeXI/s400/Coffee%2BTime%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640687763141859570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was privileged to meet the owner of More Than Coffee, Sam Malek, and get a first hand look at the shop. Sam's kind demeanor and huge heart immediately drew me in. He is an extraordinary Christian man who lives by the ideals of paying it forward. After his overhead expenses are met, all of his proceeds are given to local charities. His volunteer employees are capable young men and women who are passionate about their work. Oh, and by the way, all of his employees have a physical or mental challenge. Sam trains his crew in many aspects of the business. They participate in food preparation, taking orders, working the cash register, and serving the public with a smile and genuine interest in their well being. These employees take this training with them when they move on to paying jobs as they join the workforce along with the rest of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, More Than Coffee was visited by Ty and his crew from Extreme Makeover Home Edition. Prior to the visit, Sam’s establishment was very small and would not accommodate wheel chairs. It does now…and then some! Everything Sam needs to run his business is at his finger tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;strong&gt;visit&lt;/strong&gt; St. Louis, you simply must stop by for a cup of coffee. You will leave with a feeling of joy knowing that you just paid something forward. If you &lt;strong&gt;live&lt;/strong&gt; in St. Louis… well…get a move on! Your patronage will be a blessing for so many of our local charities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by my City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-1137828127528505960?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/1137828127528505960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=1137828127528505960' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1137828127528505960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1137828127528505960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/08/sunday-repeat-in-my-city.html' title='Sunday Repeat in My City'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBKSbzHz2d0/Tke_oor2mPI/AAAAAAAABag/ofDr2-5AeXI/s72-c/Coffee%2BTime%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-7634357121934263316</id><published>2011-08-13T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T08:27:45.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biggest Loser; prompts; writing; Jenny Matlock'/><title type='text'>Laugh Out Loud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---vFLIR22EQ/Tkck5SdLWdI/AAAAAAAABaQ/N_mojDsVysY/s1600/Biggest%2BLoser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---vFLIR22EQ/Tkck5SdLWdI/AAAAAAAABaQ/N_mojDsVysY/s400/Biggest%2BLoser.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640517624930195922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Saturday Centus brought to you by &lt;strong&gt;Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent&lt;/strong&gt;. Jenny’s Friday escapades have left her just a little brain-mushy as she continues to challenge bright minds with simple, yet daring prompts for us to showcase our brilliant writing skills. Miss Jenny has, once again, allowed us to use a picture (I LOVE using pictures!) I give to you my 50 word (plus the prompt of &lt;strong&gt;Laugh Out Loud&lt;/strong&gt;) assignment for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Loser auditions were today. Dang! I entered the mall on the upper level and saw a few chubby people downstairs. I looked behind them and began to &lt;strong&gt;laugh out loud&lt;/strong&gt; as I followed the line from one end of the mall to the other…and back! Dang! Ate some cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by. Please click &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/08/saturday-centus-laugh-out-loud.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and visit Jenny. You will enjoy reading some very entertaining short stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-7634357121934263316?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/7634357121934263316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=7634357121934263316' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7634357121934263316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7634357121934263316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/08/laugh-out-loud.html' title='Laugh Out Loud!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---vFLIR22EQ/Tkck5SdLWdI/AAAAAAAABaQ/N_mojDsVysY/s72-c/Biggest%2BLoser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-2622437428860205496</id><published>2011-08-11T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T09:30:52.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Quaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dennis Quaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Movies'/><title type='text'>The Letter "Q" - Brothers Quaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52Td6ToFHOM/TkSE_qQBKfI/AAAAAAAABaI/Qe0pLvES0bA/s1600/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52Td6ToFHOM/TkSE_qQBKfI/AAAAAAAABaI/Qe0pLvES0bA/s400/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639778862582802930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to "Q" week at Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday! I wanted to write about how I want to be "Queen of the World", but I figured that one was already being used somewhere! So I thought I would amuse you with one of my former crushes, Dennis Quaid! I also felt the need to give his sometimes-"q"uirky brother, Randy, equal time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwrhTWc5fuk/TkR3rPIgAHI/AAAAAAAABZ4/8szKTAB0L9A/s1600/554px-Dennis_Quaid_Blue_Angels%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwrhTWc5fuk/TkR3rPIgAHI/AAAAAAAABZ4/8szKTAB0L9A/s400/554px-Dennis_Quaid_Blue_Angels%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639764218054967410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Quaid was born in Houston, Texas, when I was just one year old. His father was a second cousin (two generations removed) of performer Gene Autry. Dennis is the younger brother of actor Randy Quaid. The Quaid brothers grew up in Bellaire, Texas, which is a small city surrounded by Houston, and in southwest Houston. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quaid has Irish (like moi) and Cajun (French) ancestry. He studied Mandarin and dance at Bellaire High School in Bellaire, Texas, and later in college, at the University of Houston. After his brother, Randy, was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor for his role in "The Last Detail"(1973), Quaid dropped out of college before graduating and moved to Los Angeles to pursue an acting career of his own. He initially had trouble finding work but began to gain notice when he appeared in "Breaking Away"(1979)(when I first fell in love with him) and earned good reviews for his role in The Right Stuff (1983). He went on to star in films such as "Innerspace", "Dreamscape", "Enemy Mine", "The Big Easy" (sizzle, sizzle), "Wyatt Earp," "Dragonheart" and one of my favorites, "Frequency". Known for his grin...need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quaid was married twice before he met his current wife, Kimberly Buffington, an Austin, Texas, real-estate agent. His first wife was P.J. Soles ('78-'83)(whom I do not know, but envy) and his second wife was Meg Ryan, with whom he had a son ('91-'01)(to whom I wrote endless letters begging her to leave him so that I could fulfill my destiny). Dennis and Kimberly had twins in 2007 in Santa Monica, California. (Normally, when there are children involved, it sort of cinches it for me!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi1uBnXATvI/TkR8zRv-MJI/AAAAAAAABaA/oqU6MeCMSg8/s1600/800px-RandyQuaidShot%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi1uBnXATvI/TkR8zRv-MJI/AAAAAAAABaA/oqU6MeCMSg8/s400/800px-RandyQuaidShot%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639769853754486930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, big brother &lt;strong&gt;Randy&lt;/strong&gt; is another story. He is best known for his character of Cousin Eddie in the "Vacation" movies starring Chevy Chase. His first experience with motion pictures was a minor part in "The Last Picture Show." His second picture garnered him an Oscar nomination for his supporting role in "The Last Detail" with Jack Nicholson. He has since been involved with many movies, but in the last few years, he has sort of "changed." Randy and his current wife, Evi, have been in and out of court for "suspicious" behavior and are now on the lamb from California authorities and living in Canada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for stopping by to peruse my "Q" assignment. Please visit the elite school which I attend, located at &lt;strong&gt;Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent&lt;/strong&gt;, by clicking on the logo below! Some of my classmates have some outstanding reports to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-2622437428860205496?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/2622437428860205496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=2622437428860205496' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2622437428860205496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2622437428860205496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/08/letter-q-brothers-quaid.html' title='The Letter &quot;Q&quot; - Brothers Quaid'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52Td6ToFHOM/TkSE_qQBKfI/AAAAAAAABaI/Qe0pLvES0bA/s72-c/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-4262448813482718574</id><published>2011-08-07T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T07:45:52.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cicadas; leaves; disgusting bugs; Unknown Mami'/><title type='text'>Sundays in My City - Cicada Spoils</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KP_C8bxbp2A/Tj6dRsw3_SI/AAAAAAAABZw/R03dSelwTrs/s1600/Cicada%2BRemains.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KP_C8bxbp2A/Tj6dRsw3_SI/AAAAAAAABZw/R03dSelwTrs/s400/Cicada%2BRemains.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638116710913932578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Sundays in My City, sponsored by the most beautiful... most bilingual... mother of the most curly-headed daughters, the lovely and talented &lt;strong&gt;Unknown Mami&lt;/strong&gt;! Mami is always a bright spot in my Sunday mornings with her colorful and interesting photos of her city, her family, and anything or anyone else who has caught her eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer my most recent observation of our neighborhood... the spoils of our summer Cicadas. Last month, we were inundated by these irritating pests. Not only did we have the regulars, but we also had the big wave of bugs who had been dormant for the past 13 years. Those little buggers have gone, but we are now hosting yet another faction of the family. These Cicadas are larger, more colorful, yet just as disgusting as their cousins! At least the current bugs are not dive-bombing me when I take the dog out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My picture is of a tree in our front yard, a sight that is seen over an area of hundreds of miles. All the leaves should be green, or the nasty brown they turn right before they drop. The bright red and brown leaves are what is left after the 13-year Cicadas sucked out everything the leaves knew as life! Gazillions of trees look like this; yet they are not dropping all of the dead, as is done in the fall. I'm sure many of my fellow Missourians know of this which I write!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the high 90's, with 500% humidity. I live in St. Louis! Welcome to my City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please buzzzz over to Unknown Mami's &lt;strong&gt;Sundays in My City &lt;/strong&gt;by clicking on the logo below. Even though she is at the BlogHer Conference, I know she will love to have you visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unknownmami.com/category/sundays-in-my-city" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Unknown Mami" src="http://www.unknownmami.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/SIMC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-4262448813482718574?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/4262448813482718574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=4262448813482718574' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/4262448813482718574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/4262448813482718574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/08/sundays-in-my-city-cicada-spoils.html' title='Sundays in My City - Cicada Spoils'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KP_C8bxbp2A/Tj6dRsw3_SI/AAAAAAAABZw/R03dSelwTrs/s72-c/Cicada%2BRemains.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-678721796413191243</id><published>2011-08-06T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T12:28:27.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid things; sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday; bagel; coffee'/><title type='text'>Sunny Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b_7bzhIjyEQ/Tj1t2oN6uKI/AAAAAAAABZo/bQg2b4Itjz4/s1600/biggercoffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b_7bzhIjyEQ/Tj1t2oN6uKI/AAAAAAAABZo/bQg2b4Itjz4/s400/biggercoffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637783093813885090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Saturday Centus, the weekly challenge to present a story, poem, or other writing based on an idea provided by Jenny Matlock of Off On My Tangent.  This week, we have been given the prompt of "You Are My Sunshine" and must only use 50 words. We can, however, use a picture! The prompt is in bold below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dragged herself to the kitchen on a rainy Monday morning.  She tossed a bagel into the dishwasher, poured a cup of coffee, and set the cooking level on the TV to high.  She inhaled the aroma of her coffee, and said as she stared into the black abyss, “&lt;strong&gt;you are my sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.  Hope you enjoyed a glimpse into my Monday mornings!  Please jog over to Jenny Matlock's by clicking the logo below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-678721796413191243?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/678721796413191243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=678721796413191243' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/678721796413191243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/678721796413191243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/08/sunny-monday.html' title='Sunny Monday'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b_7bzhIjyEQ/Tj1t2oN6uKI/AAAAAAAABZo/bQg2b4Itjz4/s72-c/biggercoffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-7536335331096837622</id><published>2011-07-30T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:44:11.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juice; kids; Bon Appetit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eggs; bacon'/><title type='text'>Sssszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjG8VUCAt4o/TjQNyOPlTFI/AAAAAAAABZY/FElhp7_tULo/s1600/egg-frying-on-sidewalk-photo%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjG8VUCAt4o/TjQNyOPlTFI/AAAAAAAABZY/FElhp7_tULo/s400/egg-frying-on-sidewalk-photo%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635144190215408722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jenny, you knucklehead!  Always the prankster! It took me over 24 hours to come up with a story about the egg picture! I also need to credit Edwina (the almost 20 year old) with much assistance in this assignment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why complain?  It really won’t do any good.  Besides, most of the country is sizzling right now, so who cares?  Beads of my sweat evaporate even before hitting the ground.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grocery store is air conditioned, so maybe I’ll go get some food for the week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I carry my bag of groceries home, I see some kids out front.  As I get closer, I see that they are frying eggs on the sidewalk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, mind if I join you?”  I’ve got some bacon here!  How about some hash browns?  Would you care for juice?  Breakfast is served!  Bon Appetit!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed is very pleased with herself.  And, now she's busy talking about last night's drama at Olive Garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.  Please slide over to Jenny's and see some of the hot stuff that my classmates have cooked up!  Just click on the log below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-7536335331096837622?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/7536335331096837622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=7536335331096837622' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7536335331096837622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7536335331096837622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/07/sssszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='Sssszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjG8VUCAt4o/TjQNyOPlTFI/AAAAAAAABZY/FElhp7_tULo/s72-c/egg-frying-on-sidewalk-photo%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-461246503077124975</id><published>2011-07-28T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:43:39.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oz; outside; jasmine; fool.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organized'/><title type='text'>Oh, my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5jOacmm9ZY/TjGQtGCWeCI/AAAAAAAABZQ/_gbu5qskE7Y/s1600/The-Wizard-of-Oz-the-wizard-of-oz-925345_640_480%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5jOacmm9ZY/TjGQtGCWeCI/AAAAAAAABZQ/_gbu5qskE7Y/s400/The-Wizard-of-Oz-the-wizard-of-oz-925345_640_480%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634443713206188066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Alphabe-Thursday where each week, "Our Miss Brooks" (Jenny Matlock of Off On My Tangent fame) gives us an assignment to write based on a letter of the alphabet. This week, the letter is "O".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ODOMETER&lt;/strong&gt; on my body needs to be turned back. Does anyone know how to do that? The outside of my body feels and looks like a used Studebaker (for you young ins…it’s a car), but the inside feels like a convertible Mustang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFFICES&lt;/strong&gt; are where I work. I am a secretary, front desk greeter, coffee maker and getter, telephone answerer, photocopy runner, tissue giver, and miracle worker for anyone who needs one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMNIPOTENT&lt;/strong&gt; is an adjective that I reserve for the Big Guy. He can see me eating when I shouldn’t; hear me cursing, gossiping or praising another when I should or shouldn’t; push me further than I really want to go; stop me from making a complete fool of myself; or, wrap his arms around me anytime I need a hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORGANIZED &lt;/strong&gt;I am not! Often, my life feels like a little tornado that just keeps picking up stuff and dropping it down in another place…with a bunch of other stuff…that I say I will get to when I have time. Every once in awhile, when the planets are aligned, the power is out so I can’t blog or watch TV, and the family is gone…I start “getting to” the pile and actually make some headway before the next tornado arrives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUTSIDE&lt;/strong&gt; is where I like to be when the weather is nice. Not like the middle of July when it’s 100 degrees and similar percent of humidity. Not like the middle of January when it is five degrees, snow everywhere and the dog has to go pee. I like it when the sun is out, the skies are blue, and there is a hint of breeze blowing through the Night Jasmine bush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OZ&lt;/strong&gt; is my happy place where I go when the going gets rough! I put on my ruby slippers and skip down the yellow brick road to a place where there is singing, dancing and much merriment everywhere I look! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for stopping by and &lt;strong&gt;OBSERVING&lt;/strong&gt; my assignment! Please pay a visit to Jenny's Alphabe-Thursday post and see what my fellow classmates have reported.  Just click on the logo below and you will be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-461246503077124975?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/461246503077124975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=461246503077124975' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/461246503077124975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/461246503077124975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-my.html' title='Oh, my!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5jOacmm9ZY/TjGQtGCWeCI/AAAAAAAABZQ/_gbu5qskE7Y/s72-c/The-Wizard-of-Oz-the-wizard-of-oz-925345_640_480%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-191988261759967546</id><published>2011-07-23T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T12:01:51.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse; secrets; love'/><title type='text'>No Excuses - Before I Die...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0jl_Cm7sG4/TirQH0POBnI/AAAAAAAABYI/wJ4F32Ko9D0/s1600/Girl%2Bon%2BBeach%2Bat%2Bsunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0jl_Cm7sG4/TirQH0POBnI/AAAAAAAABYI/wJ4F32Ko9D0/s400/Girl%2Bon%2BBeach%2Bat%2Bsunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632543116680365682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I die I want to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleanse my soul &lt;br /&gt;of all its secrets,  &lt;br /&gt;And fill it back up with pure love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's &lt;strong&gt;Saturday Centus&lt;/strong&gt; is brought to you by &lt;strong&gt;Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent&lt;/strong&gt;, where her unique teaching methods sometimes boggle the brain.  This week, we are allowed only 15 words, plus the prompt, to make known our life plans to accomplish before we head out from here.  Realistically, I need a butt load more than 15 words, but I'm a good student and try to always follow directions.  Please stop by &lt;strong&gt;Jenny's&lt;/strong&gt; to see the thoughts of my classmates on this topic. Just click on the logo below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-191988261759967546?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/191988261759967546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=191988261759967546' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/191988261759967546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/191988261759967546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-excuses-before-i-die.html' title='No Excuses - Before I Die...'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0jl_Cm7sG4/TirQH0POBnI/AAAAAAAABYI/wJ4F32Ko9D0/s72-c/Girl%2Bon%2BBeach%2Bat%2Bsunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-1187928957349653180</id><published>2011-07-22T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T17:17:23.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragments; new car; spring cleaning; sprinkler system; space shuttle'/><title type='text'>Friday Fragments - The Girls are Killing Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4OWU9SJ_9iQ/TioR3PxkK0I/AAAAAAAABYA/ERBGdXxn0nE/s1600/Baby%2BGags.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4OWU9SJ_9iQ/TioR3PxkK0I/AAAAAAAABYA/ERBGdXxn0nE/s400/Baby%2BGags.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632333924805126978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga Ga concert, summer of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't enough when the new car (one month old) was broken into because SOMEBODY parked on a side street and left their PURSES in view! Last weekend, my little princess was in a left turn lane waiting for traffic to pass so she could turn in to a local park, when SOMEBODY coming towards her was so blinded by her beauty that they SIDESWIPED the car, hitting the driver side mirror, which then was so brutally pushed into the driver's window and shattered into the lap of said princess! Two windows inside of six months....two expenses that were way less than the deductible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a little slice of heaven trying to finally get to my spring cleaning with three cherubims (18, 19, 23) sleeping in until noon, and the old "ball and chain" taking a hiatus from gainful employment while his ADD is in hyper speed....if my mother could only see me now, she'd be shaking her finger at me, I'm sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When stopping by my place of employment this week, I observed the construction (or destruction) of the ceiling squares so that the sprinkler system meets the code. Dust, shavings and clumps of ceiling all over the floors, my desk, and even the vault (where we keep all of the really important stuff)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the last launch of our space shuttle, but made it a point to watch the landing...the last landing...of 30 years! Yes, I wanted to be an astronaut when I was much younger...way before women were admitted to that boys' club. It could have happened! Now it seems like kids can only dream about it (unless they play a professional sport and get a ridiculous salary to pay whats-his-name to be a passenger on his shuttle). I hope not. I hope that another door is opened somewhere and we can put all our greatest science and math wizzes to work again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done. I hope you have a great weekend! Put the sheets in the freezer before you go to bed. It helps with falling asleep in this balmy weather that we are having!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by. Friday Fragments is sponsored by the effervescent Mrs4444 (Mrs. Fours) from Half-Past Kissin' Time. Please visit by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/2011/07/friday-fragments-episode-155.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or on the logo below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/p/friday-fragments.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy's Idea" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w323/CarbaraB/scan00022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-1187928957349653180?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/1187928957349653180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=1187928957349653180' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1187928957349653180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1187928957349653180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/07/friday-fragments-girls-are-killing-me.html' title='Friday Fragments - The Girls are Killing Me!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4OWU9SJ_9iQ/TioR3PxkK0I/AAAAAAAABYA/ERBGdXxn0nE/s72-c/Baby%2BGags.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-7144786341549463442</id><published>2011-07-20T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T20:02:59.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artistic; courteous; respect; Hindu; writing'/><title type='text'>"N" is for NAMASTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YL8v6A1hRig/TieUrs8LUJI/AAAAAAAABX4/6gD9nTM3RDc/s1600/Namaste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YL8v6A1hRig/TieUrs8LUJI/AAAAAAAABX4/6gD9nTM3RDc/s400/Namaste.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631633337568940178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met so many amazing bloggers by writing, blog-hopping, commenting and emailing. One blogger in particular always ends her comments with the word “Namaste.” For a long time, I just assumed it was an artistic expression and when I finally arrived as an artist, I would know what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget that. I finally looked it up today, and even though I’m probably the last person in Blogville to “get it,” I would like to share what I found and what it means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theredsweater.blogspot.com/"&gt;C. J. Schlottman&lt;/a&gt;, who writes several blogs, has always lifted my self-esteem with her very courteous, praising and respectful comments about my posts. The word respect came to my mind as I researched the meaning of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste: a Hindu gesture of salutation made by placing the palms together, thumbs against the chest and nodding the head slightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia goes a little further and adds: In Nepal, younger persons usually initiate the exchange with their elders. Initiating the exchange is seen as a sign of respect in other hierarchical settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ is a very prolific writer and expresses herself with deep and thoughtful words by using various writing styles. Please take a minute to stop by her blog. I think you will be impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter “N” is brought to you by Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent, the headmistress of Alphabe-Thursday. Please click on the logo below and see how my classmates have answered the “N” call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-7144786341549463442?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/7144786341549463442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=7144786341549463442' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7144786341549463442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7144786341549463442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/07/n-is-for-namaste.html' title='&quot;N&quot; is for NAMASTE'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YL8v6A1hRig/TieUrs8LUJI/AAAAAAAABX4/6gD9nTM3RDc/s72-c/Namaste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-6700921609729020733</id><published>2011-07-17T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T08:55:53.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BonJovi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knees; neck; hurt; droop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scream'/><title type='text'>Getting Old, But Not Yet Dead</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Saturday Centus, where this week our Education Administrator, &lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturday-centus_16.html"&gt;Jenny Matlock,&lt;/a&gt; who is a little out of sorts, has asked us to rise to the challenge of writing a piece using only 25 words, plus the prompt, "I'm not getting any younger." I'm not out of sorts today, but I am feeling a little goofy, so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knees hurt &lt;br /&gt;Body parts droop &lt;br /&gt;Neck almost gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m not getting any younger&lt;/strong&gt;, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When donning red shoes and lipstick &lt;br /&gt;I scream “Marry me BonJovi”&lt;br /&gt;With tweeners all night long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hobble on over to Jenny's office by clicking on the logo below.  You will see some excellent contributions by some of my classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.  Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-6700921609729020733?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/6700921609729020733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=6700921609729020733' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6700921609729020733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6700921609729020733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/07/getting-old-but-not-yet-dead.html' title='Getting Old, But Not Yet Dead'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-5574283817653482561</id><published>2011-07-09T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:13:49.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='descent; plane; sweethearts; strong feelings; marry'/><title type='text'>Lost Love Found</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday Centus time once again! It's the time when her Highness, Jenny Matlock, raises her sceptre and commands us to entertain the court with our cleverness. (Is that a word?) Here is my stab at it, with the prompt in &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April squirmed as the plane began to make its descent. She had played out this scenario in her head endlessly. They had been high school sweethearts. When his family moved away, they lost touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What will he look like” she thought. “Will he recognize me? I don’t look like I did 30 years ago.” It was a miracle they found each other. For the last six months they had written or spoken to each other daily. Both now unattached, their strong feelings for each other could not be masked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she came down the escalator, she saw it; &lt;strong&gt;and the sign read&lt;/strong&gt;, “MARRY ME!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you found this at least slightly amusing. Please gallop over on your trusty steed to Jenny's castle by clicking on the log below. You will be greatly amused when you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-5574283817653482561?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/5574283817653482561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=5574283817653482561' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5574283817653482561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5574283817653482561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/07/lost-love-found.html' title='Lost Love Found'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-3703640343943897282</id><published>2011-07-07T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:39:00.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La La; elevator tag; skateboard; remote; tattoo; hamster'/><title type='text'>La Dee Da, La Dee Da, La  La!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7doX_kFC8s0/ThZRNFY_v-I/AAAAAAAABXw/th1c6gZsYqA/s1600/AnnieHall_300x298%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7doX_kFC8s0/ThZRNFY_v-I/AAAAAAAABXw/th1c6gZsYqA/s400/AnnieHall_300x298%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626774069673181154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the movie, “Annie Hall?” These words were made famous by Diane Keaton’s character, Annie. I am a Woody Allen fan, and I have borrowed the La La comment to use anytime I can’t find the right words to express myself, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, this is the Director of Camp Chic-a-Wa…it seems that your child has had an allergic reaction to….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, I’m okay, but I’ve been in an accident….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear, I can’t find my paisley tie… (from someone who has over 100 ties)…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, the hamster got out of his cage…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear, is it okay to use Dawn in the dishwasher?...” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Next door Neighbor) “Mrs. B, your [son/daughter] has climbed the fence again. He/She is in our backyard, and he/she is naked…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, please don’t be mad, but I just got a tattoo…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Teacher call) “Mrs. B, please come pick up your daughter. She was slightly injured when she tried to get all of her friends into one bathroom stall….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(School Principal) “Mrs. B, he admitted to pounding his fist on the knee of the student sitting behind him. He said that the student was kicking the back of his seat for an hour….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, I forgot my [fill in blank] and it is due today….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mother-in-Law) “Dear, you really should get more sleep; you look so tired….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mrs. B, this is the hotel manager. We found your [son/daughter] playing tag on the elevators…on all 25 floors…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Neighbor across the street), I think you should know that your[son/daughter] is skateboarding…on your roof…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mommy, do you think I’m pretty with your litstik on…?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, I swear I was at school all day….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least…. “Hon, I can’t find the remote…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my assignment for the Letter "L". Please leap over to &lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/07/alphabe-thursdays-letter-l.html"&gt;Alphabe-Thursday &lt;/a&gt;to see how my classmates did today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-3703640343943897282?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/3703640343943897282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=3703640343943897282' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3703640343943897282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3703640343943897282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-dee-da-la-dee-da-la-la.html' title='La Dee Da, La Dee Da, La  La!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7doX_kFC8s0/ThZRNFY_v-I/AAAAAAAABXw/th1c6gZsYqA/s72-c/AnnieHall_300x298%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-1128285810844746292</id><published>2011-07-06T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T16:08:55.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimi - My Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mudL2zU2-PI/ThTpXM4RQNI/AAAAAAAABXo/u97n6s16LbA/s1600/Mimi%2B%2526%2BJulian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mudL2zU2-PI/ThTpXM4RQNI/AAAAAAAABXo/u97n6s16LbA/s400/Mimi%2B%2526%2BJulian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626378419296092370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following tribute is a post I wrote in response to Mama Kat’s weekly meme. Mama Kat, at &lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/"&gt;Mama’s Losin’It! &lt;/a&gt;gives her readers prompts at the beginning of the week and challenges them to write about one, two or all of them by Thursday morning. Well, it’s the Wednesday after Thursday; I missed the due date. However, this piece means so much to me that I just had to post it now. The assignment was to write about someone who inspires me. My inspiration is Mimi Avery and this is my story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first learned of this incredible woman from blogger and author, Dawn Meehan of &lt;a href="http://mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Because I Said So&lt;/a&gt;. She had written about a little boy named Julian, who had been diagnosed with cancer after finding a mass in the back of his head. I was directed to a website called Care Pages. This website is a wonderful, supportive and informative place to go for cancer patients, the families and friends of those who have been diagnosed, and for newcomers like myself, who wanted to know more about the disease and how people cope with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very quickly, I came to love little Julian, and the honest, no-holds-barred writing of his mother, Mimi. She poured her heart out almost on a daily basis. She introduced her readers to other kids and families with whom she had met, who were on the same journey as she and Julian. Even while she was going through the heart-wrenching days of treatment and the reactions to same, she was there for any parent or child that needed someone. Whether it was a shoulder to cry on, or the warrior-mom pep talk, Mimi was and still is there, always, for support, love and unlimited hugs. She would write about these families and give her readers the Care Page site address for them. She organized fundraising events for some of the families. She would also visit the families with whom she had developed a close relationship. And…the pictures…Mimi ALWAYS takes the most wonderful pictures of the kids and their families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi is also a very prolific writer. In her posts, she might describe the agony that a parent goes through with the initial diagnosis, or the frustration and heartbreak felt when seeing any child experience radiation or chemo treatments. She will also elaborate on the joy of every smile, every laugh and every success, no matter how small. Her poetry is like a rare painting; one reads it with great awe. With her stories, Mimi makes one feel as though they are standing next to her, no matter where she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not begin to come close to telling Julian and Mimi’s story, and give it the respect and honor it deserves, so please visit Julian’s Care Page at: http://www.carepages.com/carepages/JulinsWorld/updates to learn about this very courageous woman and her little fighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Juju, as he was known, went home to our Heavenly Father in January of 2008. Mimi continues to post, inspiring patients, families and supporters from all over the world. I have yet to experience the pleasure and honor of meeting Mimi. She has made me feel like an old friend who could sit around the kitchen table drinking coffee with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is Child Cancer Awareness month. I will proudly wear my gold ribbon in honor of dear, sweet Julian, as well as each and every child who has suffered, or continues to suffer from this evil disease. I pray for a cure in my lifetime; I feel we are getting close. With brave and strong warriors like Mimi, I feel certain it will happen. I love you, Mimi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-1128285810844746292?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/1128285810844746292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=1128285810844746292' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1128285810844746292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1128285810844746292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/07/mimi-my-inspiration.html' title='Mimi - My Inspiration'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mudL2zU2-PI/ThTpXM4RQNI/AAAAAAAABXo/u97n6s16LbA/s72-c/Mimi%2B%2526%2BJulian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-5219360531360661255</id><published>2011-06-30T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T07:16:48.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaleidoscope; beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirrors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beads'/><title type='text'>"K" is for Kaleidoscope!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0Yp_CeYHxg/Tgx_v5BBsWI/AAAAAAAABXg/VEiDZPfM8BM/s1600/Kaleidoscope%2B6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624010495414612322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0Yp_CeYHxg/Tgx_v5BBsWI/AAAAAAAABXg/VEiDZPfM8BM/s400/Kaleidoscope%2B6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Helloooooo, and welcome once again to Alphabe-Thursday, where anything can happen and anything can be written, as long as it is PG. Jenny Matlock of Off On My Tangent, sponsors this weekly homework assignment allowing us to get creative each week with a letter of the alphabet! This week’s letter is “K” and I would like to report on a hobby of mine, which is collecting Kaleidoscopes. It’s a small collection, and my pictures are far, far, far from professional, but I hope you enjoy it, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWANHVI_PtU/Tgx-sz0E5II/AAAAAAAABXA/eWIT62GhlzA/s1600/Kaleidoscope%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624009342966883458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWANHVI_PtU/Tgx-sz0E5II/AAAAAAAABXA/eWIT62GhlzA/s400/Kaleidoscope%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is a professional picture!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word kaleidoscope derives from the Greek word Kalos (Beautiful) and Eidos (Shape). It was invented by Sir David Brewster in 1816. A kaleidoscope is a tube of mirrors containing loose beads, pebbles or other small colored objects. The viewer looks in one end and light enters the other end, reflecting off the mirrors to create unique and spectacular images. The multi-colored murals created within the kaleidoscope can be enjoyed by all ages for years to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern kaleidoscopes are made of brass tubes, stained glass, wood, steel, gourds and almost any other material an artist can sculpt or manipulate. The part of the kaleidoscope containing objects to be viewed is the 'object chamber' or 'object cell'. Object cells may contain almost any material. Sometimes the object cell is filled with liquid so the items float and move through the object cell with slight movement from the person viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2KhBinIF1ac/Tgx-QpD-gUI/AAAAAAAABW4/qXXCTrb1"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624008859044446530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2KhBinIF1ac/Tgx-QpD-gUI/AAAAAAAABW4/qXXCTrb1k-4/s400/Kaleidescope%2BPink.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cozy Baker (d. October 19, 2010)—founder of The Brewster Kaleidoscope Society—collected kaleidoscopes and wrote books about a few of the artists making them in the 1970s through 2000. Baker is credited with energizing a renaissance in kaleidoscope-making in America. Craft galleries often carry a few kaleidoscopes, while other enterprises specialize in them, carrying dozens of different types from different artists and craftspeople. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed my project, especially the picture of giant outdoor kaleidoscope in San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8M1gWst63z4/Tgx-10RrYcI/AAAAAAAABXI/14-CiqIFB-8/s1600/Kaleidoscope%2BSan%2BDiego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624009497709863362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8M1gWst63z4/Tgx-10RrYcI/AAAAAAAABXI/14-CiqIFB-8/s400/Kaleidoscope%2BSan%2BDiego.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click on Jenny's Alphabe-Thursday logo below and check out what others have written about the Letter "K".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-5219360531360661255?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/5219360531360661255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=5219360531360661255' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5219360531360661255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5219360531360661255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/06/k-is-for-kaleidoscope.html' title='&quot;K&quot; is for Kaleidoscope!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0Yp_CeYHxg/Tgx_v5BBsWI/AAAAAAAABXg/VEiDZPfM8BM/s72-c/Kaleidoscope%2B6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-1215200018226448850</id><published>2011-06-26T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:40:38.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear John; hang out; chill; break;'/><title type='text'>Centus 60th Week Celebration - Oh John!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to last Saturday's Centus, which I am finally posting. Jenny from &lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/06/saturday-centus-dear-john.html"&gt;Off On My Tangent&lt;/a&gt; sponsors a great writing challenge every Saturday morning. This week's challenge is to write something that is 60 words or less using the prompt &lt;strong&gt;Dear John&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belatedly, here is my offering with the prompt in bold. If you have trouble reading this, ask a teenager to interpret, as I have written my story in text message format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: sup, dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: nothin, just chillin at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: want to hang out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: y not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: sort of want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: kk. how bout tomrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: idk if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey, is somethin goin on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: no, yeah, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: like what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: we need to take a break. It’s me, not u. I just don’t want to be with anyone right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: r u textin me a &lt;strong&gt;Dear John&lt;/strong&gt; ltr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: yeah, I guess so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! I sort of went over the word limit. If you don't count the "me" and "him", I'm only one word over. Anyway, please stop over at Jenny's by clicking above or on the logo below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u r havin a gr8 week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-1215200018226448850?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/1215200018226448850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=1215200018226448850' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1215200018226448850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1215200018226448850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/06/centus-60th-week-celebration-oh-john.html' title='Centus 60th Week Celebration - Oh John!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-8420219571370013261</id><published>2011-06-08T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T05:03:37.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita Hayworth; Margarita Cansino; movies; marriages; glamour'/><title type='text'>H is for Hayworth - The Love Goddess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-er12O7BHv-o/TfCtPnKybKI/AAAAAAAABWo/641k5qbwZiA/s1600/rita%255B2%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-er12O7BHv-o/TfCtPnKybKI/AAAAAAAABWo/641k5qbwZiA/s400/rita%255B2%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616179219054881954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello from alphabetland! It's Alphabe-Thursday and this week we are studying the letter H. Headmaster, Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent, sponsors this weekly meme, where she gets out her yardstick, shakes it at everyone, and then challenges us to write about a subject beginning with the Letter of the Week! I chose Rita Hayworth for two reasons: 1) My bff from preschool assistant days shares the same first name, and 2) Rita Hayworth is one of the movie actresses who worked and survived the "Golden Years" of Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a teacher assistant at a preschool where I worked with some extraordinary ladies. We loved coming to work each day. The suggestion was made that we all take on famous movie stars who shared the same first name, just as a get-to-know-you type of exercise. We had such stars as Elizabeth Taylor, Susan Lucci, Jennifer Lopez, Lisa Marie Presley, and of course, Rita Hayworth. Over the years, Rita and I have become good friends. I no longer work at the preschool, but Rita and I still keep in touch. Rita is a little under the weather right now, so I thought I would dedicate this post to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Rita, and I are about the same age. She has been blessed with a very youthful appearance, great skin, and gorgeous fat hair. After all these years, she still looks like she could be in her 30's or 40's, depending on what she is wearing. We joke about her being "well preserved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rNNyduiSev4/TfBfc9ObD1I/AAAAAAAABWg/zQadtxHbEnI/s1600/ritacansino%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rNNyduiSev4/TfBfc9ObD1I/AAAAAAAABWg/zQadtxHbEnI/s400/ritacansino%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616093686407040850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her counterpart, the movie star, managed to stay well-preserved for most of her career. Rita Hayworth was born Margarita Carmen Dolores Cansino on October 17,1918. Her parents were Volga Hayworth, of Irish and English descent, and Eduardo Cansino, who came from Seville, Spain. Her dad, who was a professional dancer, began teaching Rita traditional Spanish dances as soon as she was on her feet, and she turned out to be a natural. It must have been in the blood, as Volga had been a showgirl as well. She absolutely loved dancing and continued learning from her father, eventually appearing on stage with him. She spent most of her day performing or taking dance lessons. School took a back seat to her new career, and in later years she realized she had not had a chance to "just be a kid" and she resented it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtAL9gRtrd0/TfBYbxbm5II/AAAAAAAABVw/lgtvrCaEHoQ/s1600/220px-Rita_Hayworth_in_Blood_and_Sand_trailer%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtAL9gRtrd0/TfBYbxbm5II/AAAAAAAABVw/lgtvrCaEHoQ/s400/220px-Rita_Hayworth_in_Blood_and_Sand_trailer%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616085969479853186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her very first movie was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dante's Inferno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She had been signed to a contract with Fox. It led to other roles and the one that confirmed her as a star was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood and Sand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which she made while under contract with Columbia. But the movie that is synonymous with her name is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gilda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which was made in 1945. By this time, she had become a redhead, was on her second husband, Orson Welles, and had just returned from giving birth to her first child, Rebecca. During the filming, she and Orson separated and were later divorced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fp7CytJn2M/TfBYUzAsZFI/AAAAAAAABVo/vKfSJDu0GoM/s1600/Rita%2BHayworth%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fp7CytJn2M/TfBYUzAsZFI/AAAAAAAABVo/vKfSJDu0GoM/s400/Rita%2BHayworth%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616085849644754002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more movies were made, and a new contract made, Rita formed her own production company in which she involved her family with some of the movies. She loved having this company and continued making movies for the next couple of years. In 1948, she met Prince Aly Khan. She became a princess when they were married in May of 1949. In December of the same year, she gave birth to Princess Yasmin, the second daughter for Rita. (Hmmmmm....timing is everything) She loved just being a mom and not a movie star. Unfortunately, Rita could not get accustomed to life as a royal, so in 1951, she returned to the US with her two daughters. The marriage was finally over in 1953. She came back to the movie business and made &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Affair in Trinidad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which went on to become a bigger hit than &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gilda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s4hbeFtwWKY/TfBfUtPQSII/AAAAAAAABWY/lIoGRCKz4lA/s1600/Rita%2BHayworth%2B%2B9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s4hbeFtwWKY/TfBfUtPQSII/AAAAAAAABWY/lIoGRCKz4lA/s400/Rita%2BHayworth%2B%2B9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616093544676608130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She married for the fourth time to Dick Haymes, which lasted only two disastrous years. After getting out of that marriage, she took a break before jumping back in to Hollywood. Although she was in her late 30's, she still had it all going for her. She started taking on dramatic roles and was recognized for her work as an artist rather than a glamour queen. She was very happy with the new roles. She married writer, James Hill, in 1958, but the marriage did not last very long. She divorced in 1961. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qiDo1SBpbh4/TfC2Lrd1llI/AAAAAAAABWw/JOYT2KRSyQg/s1600/Rita%2BHayworth%2B%2B-%2BWrath%2Bof%2BGod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qiDo1SBpbh4/TfC2Lrd1llI/AAAAAAAABWw/JOYT2KRSyQg/s400/Rita%2BHayworth%2B%2B-%2BWrath%2Bof%2BGod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616189047093696082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita Hayworth's last movie was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrath of God &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in 1972. Her appearances became less frequent and in the early 80's, she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease. From the onset of her diagnosis to her final moments, Rita was very involved with fundraising for Alzheimer research and awareness. This legacy still continues with her daughter, Jasmin, and her dedication to finding a cure for the disease. Yasmin cared for her mother until she passed away in 1987 in Manhattan, New York. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita Hayworth has become a symbol of eternal youth, beauty and glamour. Her legend lives on thanks to the impact she continues to have on fans throughout the world. Her dream may have been for a simple life with kids and a husband, but it was not to be. A simple life was apparently never in the cards for Rita. But, what a colorful life she lived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for stopping by for my Letter "H" report. Please visit Jenny by clicking on the logo below and see what my classmates have offered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of your week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-8420219571370013261?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/8420219571370013261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=8420219571370013261' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8420219571370013261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8420219571370013261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/06/h-is-for-hayworth-love-goddess.html' title='H is for Hayworth - The Love Goddess'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-er12O7BHv-o/TfCtPnKybKI/AAAAAAAABWo/641k5qbwZiA/s72-c/rita%255B2%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-4584334365074351366</id><published>2011-06-04T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T08:45:48.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end; write; fear; coffee'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - A Tale of My End</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Saturday Centus, a weekly writing challenge hosted by the glorious Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent. Normally, we are given a topic to write about, using no more than 100 words (plus the words of the topic). Today, our challenge has been cut in half - we must write using only 25 words, plus the topic "the end," which I have typed in bold. Thanks for making my day, Jenny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear, &lt;strong&gt;the end &lt;/strong&gt;is near&lt;br /&gt;I know it's near, I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;I sit on it every day &lt;br /&gt;And feel it hang over the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know that this was written on only one cup of coffee! You should see what I can do after finishing the whole pot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click on Jenny's logo below and see how some of my friends have stood up to this challenge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-4584334365074351366?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/4584334365074351366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=4584334365074351366' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/4584334365074351366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/4584334365074351366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/06/saturday-centus-tale-of-my-end.html' title='Saturday Centus - A Tale of My End'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-1530873399697001710</id><published>2011-06-02T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:45:15.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childbirth; Mama Kat; Hurt'/><title type='text'>Writer's Workshop - Six Word Memoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQqCm6oxnIU/TehWnw_A3DI/AAAAAAAABU8/1AOqegbANHM/s1600/Angry%2BWoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQqCm6oxnIU/TehWnw_A3DI/AAAAAAAABU8/1AOqegbANHM/s400/Angry%2BWoman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613832176681409586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Writer's Workshop sponsored by the ever-exciting Mama Kat of "Mama's Losin' It".  One of this weeks prompts is to write about a special event in life by using only six words. I consider the birth of each of my four children to be monumental events in my life. My six words are offered as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY TOLD ME CHILDBIRTH WOULDN'T HURT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click on the Writer's Workshop logo below to see how some other awesome writers have responded to this weeks challenges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/workshop-button-1.png" alt="Mama’s Losin’ It"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-1530873399697001710?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/1530873399697001710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=1530873399697001710' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1530873399697001710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1530873399697001710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/06/writers-workshop-six-word-memoir.html' title='Writer&apos;s Workshop - Six Word Memoir'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQqCm6oxnIU/TehWnw_A3DI/AAAAAAAABU8/1AOqegbANHM/s72-c/Angry%2BWoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-4137248468023867002</id><published>2011-06-01T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:34:08.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George;  Hunka; Clooney; Michael; Jetson;'/><title type='text'>Letter "G" - Hunka George</title><content type='html'>Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen, to Alphabe-Thursday, sponsored by Teacher of the Year, Jenny Matlock! This week we are studying the letter "G". I would like to share some photos of some gentlemen with the name "George" who also just happen to be a hunka somethin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first George has had a very colorful, interesting and busy career! He is also a smooth sounding singer of whom I will never tire. May I present, &lt;strong&gt;GEORGE MICHAEL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XJfmfIY1Eo/TebiY_iv7rI/AAAAAAAABUs/vF0p0FIjzh0/s1600/gm_faith%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XJfmfIY1Eo/TebiY_iv7rI/AAAAAAAABUs/vF0p0FIjzh0/s400/gm_faith%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613422904565821106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I know the next George simply because he was in a movie filmed in St. Louis (Up and Away). I almost feel like I could call him up and ask him out to lunch, but I know he is a busy guy! Put your hands together for &lt;strong&gt;GEORGE CLOONEY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vk997gYDPOQ/TebiOYvXAEI/AAAAAAAABUk/aeETnatwoTE/s1600/george-clooney-272w%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vk997gYDPOQ/TebiOYvXAEI/AAAAAAAABUk/aeETnatwoTE/s400/george-clooney-272w%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613422722351038530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An oldie but a goodie...one of four members of just about the most famous band of all time - &lt;strong&gt;THE BEATLES &lt;/strong&gt;- Here is &lt;strong&gt;GEORGE HARRISON&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxhc39IdpYA/TebiHQdmPQI/AAAAAAAABUc/kfya32Cy_Is/s1600/george-harrison%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxhc39IdpYA/TebiHQdmPQI/AAAAAAAABUc/kfya32Cy_Is/s400/george-harrison%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613422599869971714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next Hunka, and one of my favorites, is an actor who played a guy called &lt;strong&gt;GEORGE&lt;/strong&gt; and soooo richly deserved the part. I give you Mr. Brendan Fraser as &lt;strong&gt;GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTI_L7Yk8CA/Tebhz6K6OoI/AAAAAAAABUM/gmp2AJNbEis/s1600/Brendan%2Bas%2BGeorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTI_L7Yk8CA/Tebhz6K6OoI/AAAAAAAABUM/gmp2AJNbEis/s400/Brendan%2Bas%2BGeorge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613422267468495490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you Country Western music lovers, here's a guy that turns knees to jelly. A big whoop for &lt;strong&gt;GEORGE STRAIT&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VET8zX5RbnY/TebhphV56HI/AAAAAAAABUE/wuB9ea0MjcI/s1600/George%2BStrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VET8zX5RbnY/TebhphV56HI/AAAAAAAABUE/wuB9ea0MjcI/s400/George%2BStrait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613422089005033586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many wonderful childhood memories watching our next actor every Saturday morning. He did have a wife and a family, but I still like to watch him, anyway. My friends, say hello to &lt;strong&gt;GEORGE JETSON&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nB5vO1e09Lg/Tebm3_Ck5OI/AAAAAAAABU0/Ik5qHXflDb8/s1600/photo_GEORGE4%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nB5vO1e09Lg/Tebm3_Ck5OI/AAAAAAAABU0/Ik5qHXflDb8/s400/photo_GEORGE4%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613427835053335778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed my "G" homework for this week. Please hop on over to Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday to see some very fascinating homework by my fellow students! Just click on the logo below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-4137248468023867002?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/4137248468023867002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=4137248468023867002' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/4137248468023867002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/4137248468023867002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/06/letter-g-hunka-george.html' title='Letter &quot;G&quot; - Hunka George'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XJfmfIY1Eo/TebiY_iv7rI/AAAAAAAABUs/vF0p0FIjzh0/s72-c/gm_faith%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-3034797038362467380</id><published>2011-05-30T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T08:24:19.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do-Over; memes; school; whacko; military'/><title type='text'>I Want a Do-Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ocPOwKCUQrM/TeOz4poiWRI/AAAAAAAABTs/4fmtftzXOHA/s1600/Skater%2BDeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ocPOwKCUQrM/TeOz4poiWRI/AAAAAAAABTs/4fmtftzXOHA/s400/Skater%2BDeath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612527346463693074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fortunate to have blogger buddies (&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/ "&gt;Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.unknownmami.com/"&gt;Unknown Mami&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/ "&gt;Half-Past Kissin' Time&lt;/a&gt;; and &lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/"&gt;Mama Kat's Losin It&lt;/a&gt;) that sponsor weekly memes, so that I don't have to come up with a subject for a post. Even when someone has taken the time to suggest a topic, there are days when my tiny little brain just can't get around it. The past two weeks have been like that for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could the cause be that it's the end of school...not only for two of my children, but for me, as well? There is something in the air that is not quite right. I'm like a sponge sometimes in that I absorb whatever feelings (good or bad) and whatever chaos (small or large) seem to be the flavor of the day. This sometimes helps me understand why others might be out of sorts. I don't always like it; in fact, sometimes I get downright mad about it. Then, I turn around and spit the bad feelings and chaos out to the nearest person. Have you ever had this happen, or am I, like, totally whacked? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's days like this that I say or do something unusually inappropriate. Once it's out, I can't take it back, even whey I cry, "I want a do-over!" I had one of those days last week. After much soul-searching and recalling other inappropriate things I've done in my life, I've come to the conclusion that I could very well be whacked! I pray that it is just a phase (however long it has been) and that I'm going to grow out of it any day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I look at this angel, and I am convinced that even wackos can do good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkSOe4TiERA/TeOmtmUofZI/AAAAAAAABTk/ZxWyWkXzsVw/s1600/Graduate%2BKatie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkSOe4TiERA/TeOmtmUofZI/AAAAAAAABTk/ZxWyWkXzsVw/s400/Graduate%2BKatie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612512862945181074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of our fallen military men and women, and their families, I offer my most heartfelt thanks and appreciation for your service to our country on this Memorial Day, and the days that follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Skater photo by widelec.org)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-3034797038362467380?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/3034797038362467380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=3034797038362467380' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3034797038362467380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3034797038362467380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want-do-over.html' title='I Want a Do-Over!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ocPOwKCUQrM/TeOz4poiWRI/AAAAAAAABTs/4fmtftzXOHA/s72-c/Skater%2BDeath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-7294454323395512517</id><published>2011-05-21T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T17:34:52.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tootsie rolls; Harrahs; six o&apos;clock; mirror'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - Reflections</title><content type='html'>Here we are at week 55 of Saturday Centus, by Jenny Matlock, of Off On My Tangent fame. This week we need to write a 100 words or less using the prompt, "The reflection in the mirror". I hope you enjoy my contribution! Here we go! The prompt is in bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, six o’clock has passed.  We are all still here…at least I think we are… I mean, just in case, I finished off a bag of Tootsie Rolls. Just in case, I emptied my bank account and headed for Harrah’s!  I put it all on the kids’ birthdays.  They paid out a butt load!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch at the club, and a divine massage by Raul, I headed home. I kicked off my shoes and as I passed the hall mirror, I thought to myself “Do I look any richer?” I glanced at &lt;strong&gt;the reflection in the mirror&lt;/strong&gt;, but could only see my Dixie Dukes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by my humble little world.  Please click on the logo below and see what other offerings have been submitted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-7294454323395512517?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/7294454323395512517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=7294454323395512517' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7294454323395512517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7294454323395512517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/05/saturday-centus-reflections.html' title='Saturday Centus - Reflections'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-5105876927773820310</id><published>2011-05-01T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T12:31:05.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burning Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scissors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterflies'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - Rock, Paper, Scissors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ch1gyPIJgyA/Tb2TPFLTWcI/AAAAAAAABS8/sle-qifTLQ0/s1600/Butterfly%2BScissor%2BArt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ch1gyPIJgyA/Tb2TPFLTWcI/AAAAAAAABS8/sle-qifTLQ0/s400/Butterfly%2BScissor%2BArt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601795398815668674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of the first anniversary of Saturday Centus (please click &lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/04/saturday-centus-happy-anniversary-man.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for info) I hereby offer my 100-word story for your perusal. This week, since it is such a special week, our fearless leader, Jenny Matlock, is allowing us to use a picture. Normally, we just take the prompt and run with it! The prompt we have been assigned, is below in &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; lettering. Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Although the traditional gift for a first anniversary is paper..." &lt;/strong&gt;Bill wanted to try something different. He knew that Jenni loved butterflies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill thought, “Rick sculptures rock. I’ll see if he can shape a butterfly for Jenni.” Well, Rick was at Burning Man, so that idea was out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill found a box of old scissors in the closet. He emptied them onto the floor. He painted the scissors with the brightest colors he found! After welding and sanding, he realized that he was not a scissor artist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In despair, he picked up some colored paper and nail scissors. Jenni walked in and shouted, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love it…and I love you, too!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by today. Please click on the Saturday Centus logo below and wee what other masterpieces have been offered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-5105876927773820310?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/5105876927773820310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=5105876927773820310' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5105876927773820310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5105876927773820310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/05/saturday-centus-rock-paper-scissors.html' title='Saturday Centus - Rock, Paper, Scissors!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ch1gyPIJgyA/Tb2TPFLTWcI/AAAAAAAABS8/sle-qifTLQ0/s72-c/Butterfly%2BScissor%2BArt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-4077725438424184041</id><published>2011-04-29T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:14:34.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crunched car; school; testing; function; tornados; wedding'/><title type='text'>Friday Fragments - How Was Your Week?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KC_0exV_wFQ/TbtStFesRcI/AAAAAAAABSk/z6seId9K13w/s1600/DSCN6551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KC_0exV_wFQ/TbtStFesRcI/AAAAAAAABSk/z6seId9K13w/s400/DSCN6551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601161496083842498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my contribution to this week's Friday Fragments. This is a wonderful place to write about the different things going on with you, each of which would not necessarily make an entire post by themselves. Mrs.4444 (Mrs. Fours) of "Half-Past Kissin' Time" is the lovely host of this blog which often reveals bits and pieces of us through our rambling...well, my rambling, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see by the pitiful photo above, we didn't have the best of weeks! Poor Ed, she and the bus said howdy to a brainless SUV who must have been temporarily blinded and clueless to traffic due to the rain... Praise the Lord, Ed is fine. After five hours of exams, tests, poking &amp; prodding, she was told that she had a few bumps and bruises, but would be okay. I felt like it was me that had the accident! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have four more weeks of school. Yessssss!!!! I just know that they will zoom by in no time! There's such a wonderful feeling when one can "see the light at the end of the tunnel!" State testing is over, as are class field trips. No more lonely days in the Guidance Office. The kids are so wired that they just can't keep those nasty words in, nor can they keep their hands off of the other kids who have been bugging them all year. Every day this week I have had two or three guests because they "just can't function" in the classroom. That's okay. I have just as much pent-up stress as they do. We have a lot of fun. I make them alphabetize papers, sharpen pencils and organize the books in the Lost &amp; Found. After a day with me, they are happy to return to class so they can "function!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Lxg9o0vd4w/TbthITqhWHI/AAAAAAAABSs/nlCY71CsZ94/s1600/Lambert%2BAirport%2BTornado%2BDamage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Lxg9o0vd4w/TbthITqhWHI/AAAAAAAABSs/nlCY71CsZ94/s400/Lambert%2BAirport%2BTornado%2BDamage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601177356910811250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sending thoughts and prayers to all of the tornado victims in the eastern part of the country. We had some damage here in St. Louis, but all lives were spared. My heart aches for those families who not only lost property, but also family and friends. May the days ahead be filled with the assistance needed to carry on with their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuEr2QC1WXU/TbthWklK7CI/AAAAAAAABS0/ju7pRVAtY0Y/s1600/Royal%2BWedding%2BHats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuEr2QC1WXU/TbthWklK7CI/AAAAAAAABS0/ju7pRVAtY0Y/s400/Royal%2BWedding%2BHats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601177601969941538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wake up to watch the Royal Wedding, but was getting ready for work so I caught the ceremony and the trip back to the Palace. I thought it was wonderful, tasteful and filled with very interesting hats. What's up with that? Doesn't anybody over there get "hat hair?" I can't even wear a scarf for more than 20 minutes without having to wash &amp; blow dry my silver locks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for hanging in there while I rambled! I hope you have a wonderful weekend watching all your TV shows that were taped during the week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop over and say hello to Mrs.4444. I know she would love for you to enjoy some of the Fragments from her other friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/p/friday-fragments.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy's Idea" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w323/CarbaraB/scan00022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-4077725438424184041?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/4077725438424184041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=4077725438424184041' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/4077725438424184041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/4077725438424184041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/04/friday-fragments-how-was-your-week.html' title='Friday Fragments - How Was Your Week?'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KC_0exV_wFQ/TbtStFesRcI/AAAAAAAABSk/z6seId9K13w/s72-c/DSCN6551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-8711622540896846663</id><published>2011-04-27T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T04:12:09.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butterfly House; Morpho Butterflies;'/><title type='text'>"B" is for Butterfly House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PFs3q3tIYPk/TblLZgx0kgI/AAAAAAAABSc/RcqcjiMFTS4/s1600/Both%2BSides%2BMonarch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PFs3q3tIYPk/TblLZgx0kgI/AAAAAAAABSc/RcqcjiMFTS4/s400/Both%2BSides%2BMonarch.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600590513279635970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE MORPHO BUTTERFLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebutterflyhouse.org/"&gt;The Butterfly House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faust Park, St. Louis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch is served!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed has been volunteering at The Butterfly House (click above) and decided to take her posse for a Saturday afternoon adventure. It's been a little rainy/gloomy/humid lately, causing her pictures to look as though they were taken in a steam bath. They actually were taken in a steam bath, but this bath belonged to butterflies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 1,000 blue Morpho butterflies have been added to the collection this month. Their color, as evidenced above, is magnificent! Because there are so many of them, it was a little difficult to catch them while at rest. They don't rest. They are so excited to be here, they cannot control their erratic and mesmerizing dance. Here are a few more pics of this beautiful creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/S69kuKfD4DI/AAAAAAAAAsY/7ZBz7nQHHKc/s1600/up+close+%26+personal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/S69kuKfD4DI/AAAAAAAAAsY/7ZBz7nQHHKc/s400/up+close+%26+personal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453688418020352050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/S69kdHCE1BI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/lyKHFRNHeFg/s1600/Morpho+on+African+Violet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/S69kdHCE1BI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/lyKHFRNHeFg/s400/Morpho+on+African+Violet.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453688125035697170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The House also has interactive exhibits like this! Ewwwwwwwwwww! Those suckers are huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/S69k5SnA4qI/AAAAAAAAAsg/5gIBUIQcH7c/s1600/Roach+Bubble.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/S69k5SnA4qI/AAAAAAAAAsg/5gIBUIQcH7c/s400/Roach+Bubble.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453688609179755170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is a post from about a year ago. I thought you might enjoy the beauty of this magnificent creature!) Thank you, Jenny Matlock, for hosting this always interesting weekly classroom assignment using letters of the alphabet as prompts for writing posts. Please stop by Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent, by clicking on the logo below and enjoy some very entertaining assignments from others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-8711622540896846663?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/8711622540896846663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=8711622540896846663' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8711622540896846663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8711622540896846663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/04/b-is-for-butterfly-house.html' title='&quot;B&quot; is for Butterfly House'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PFs3q3tIYPk/TblLZgx0kgI/AAAAAAAABSc/RcqcjiMFTS4/s72-c/Both%2BSides%2BMonarch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-2959625157512650644</id><published>2011-04-23T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T09:15:50.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last chance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hop'/><title type='text'>Last Chance for Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EUzYaRJY3rg/TbL5pjRbLeI/AAAAAAAABSU/hqhWr4IezG0/s1600/bunny%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EUzYaRJY3rg/TbL5pjRbLeI/AAAAAAAABSU/hqhWr4IezG0/s400/bunny%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598811779013225954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning all you Saturday Centus fans!  For those of you who are not fans, you should really follow Jenny Matlock, Off on My Tangent.  She has the most fun with her followers.  In honor of this weekend's Easter holiday, Jenny has given us a photo from which to create a writing piece of no more than 100 words!  There are many extraordinary writers who contribute to this weekly meme. Please check them out. Just click on the Saturday Centus logo at the bottom of this post!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sweetheart, I know you don’t like costume parties in April," she said to her 45 year-old daughter, "but it's a great way to meet people and you never know, Mr. Right could be there!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know” Becky replied, “but I’m happy with my life.  I do what I please, sleep all day if I want, and I love travelling for my job. I won’t give that up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, dear,” said mom, “but please just do this for me?  Put on this blue velour bunny suit. You never know who will be there. It could be your last chance for love!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.  However you celebrate this weekend, I hope you share happy moments with friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click below to hop, hop, hop over to Jenny's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-2959625157512650644?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/2959625157512650644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=2959625157512650644' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2959625157512650644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2959625157512650644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-chance-for-love.html' title='Last Chance for Love!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EUzYaRJY3rg/TbL5pjRbLeI/AAAAAAAABSU/hqhWr4IezG0/s72-c/bunny%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-5159703581766410373</id><published>2011-04-22T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T18:56:37.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Louis Arch; Gateway to the West; arch photos;'/><title type='text'>A is for Arch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzXiwnYJPDU/TbIs1xQ4d5I/AAAAAAAABSE/lOu0JNV3yXg/s1600/Arch%2Bat%2BNight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzXiwnYJPDU/TbIs1xQ4d5I/AAAAAAAABSE/lOu0JNV3yXg/s400/Arch%2Bat%2BNight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598586589043783570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Alphabe-Thursday and we are starting all over again with the letter "A". I realize that I am a day late and a dollar short (the IRS took my last dollars), but I just couldn't let this landmark go unnoticed! Behold, the Gateway Arch, St. Louis, Missouri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zoI7bfEd4VI/TbIjZX7b1NI/AAAAAAAABRU/bxzNNnhP76w/s1600/Arch%2Bfrom%2BBelow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zoI7bfEd4VI/TbIjZX7b1NI/AAAAAAAABRU/bxzNNnhP76w/s400/Arch%2Bfrom%2BBelow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598576205601952978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arch from the ground up on a sunny day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arch is 630 feet tall and is the tallest man-made monument in the United States. Construction began in February of 1963 and finished in October of 1965. The Arch is a public memorial to the men and women who made possible the western territorial expansion of the United States, hence the name "Gateway to the West."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glhJ-Ae_keM/TbIjzc3zEgI/AAAAAAAABRs/6q2HZS1740M/s1600/Arch%2Bfrom%2Babove%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glhJ-Ae_keM/TbIjzc3zEgI/AAAAAAAABRs/6q2HZS1740M/s400/Arch%2Bfrom%2Babove%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598576653605474818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground from the observation deck at the top of the arch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-586GRk74qgg/TbIkUi18iUI/AAAAAAAABR0/ZXCKM_fsrEI/s1600/Mississipi%2BRiver%2Bfrom%2BArch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-586GRk74qgg/TbIkUi18iUI/AAAAAAAABR0/ZXCKM_fsrEI/s400/Mississipi%2BRiver%2Bfrom%2BArch.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598577222144002370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mississippi River and arch steps from the observation deck at the top. During the summer, there are concerts at the bottom of the steps with the audience sitting on the steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8zG8DriALLs/TbIkaXdpceI/AAAAAAAABR8/qgBVH_lcnP4/s1600/Arch%2Bsteps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8zG8DriALLs/TbIkaXdpceI/AAAAAAAABR8/qgBVH_lcnP4/s400/Arch%2Bsteps.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598577322168512994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a closer look at the steps leading up to the Arch grounds. Sometimes the river will rise high enough to cover most of the steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ag2ydt3T_L4/TbIv9KA9D8I/AAAAAAAABSM/gI5wjt5Ay7Q/s1600/Arch%2BBreast%2BCancer%2BAwareness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ag2ydt3T_L4/TbIv9KA9D8I/AAAAAAAABSM/gI5wjt5Ay7Q/s400/Arch%2BBreast%2BCancer%2BAwareness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598590014481829826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2006, special lighting was applied to show St. Louis' support for Breast Cancer research. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a museum, theatre and various historical exhibits under the Arch (and underground) as well as the elevators that lead tourists to the top. If you visit St. Louis, you MUST stop at the Arch, and take the tram to the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hop, with all of the other spring bunnies, over to Alphabe-Thursday hosted by Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent. Just click on the logo below and join the rest of the class with their "A" assignments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-5159703581766410373?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/5159703581766410373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=5159703581766410373' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5159703581766410373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5159703581766410373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-for-arch.html' title='A is for Arch'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzXiwnYJPDU/TbIs1xQ4d5I/AAAAAAAABSE/lOu0JNV3yXg/s72-c/Arch%2Bat%2BNight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-540010479927750957</id><published>2011-04-11T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:41:41.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nola;'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - May &amp; April</title><content type='html'>Here we are once again where our friend Jenny Matlock, of Off On My Tangent fame throws us a nice &amp; easy slider (it's baseball season, okay?).  This week we need to write a 100 words or less using the prompt, &lt;strong&gt;April showers bring May flowers&lt;/strong&gt;. We could write about the obvious, or we could get step outside the box and write something really silly! You decide! Here we go!  The prompt is in bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hot.  Nola and her sisters had just finished their chores. Tired and sweaty, they walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to shower" April shouted. "It is so dang hot!"  Poppa had built an outdoor shower next to the garden.  All the run-off ended up in the garden, and during spring, they would grow some amazing Marigolds.  Fernmae worked the garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April sang “99 Bottles” during her shower.  The run-off was so heavy that Fernmae asked Nola to help. It flowed fast and the Marigolds uprooted ending up at the back door. Mama came out, picked up the flowers and put them in a vase on the sill.  You could say that &lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt;'s &lt;strong&gt;Showers&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes &lt;strong&gt;bring&lt;/strong&gt; Fern&lt;strong&gt;mae&lt;/strong&gt;'s &lt;strong&gt;Flowers&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration for the story is this picture. Nola is in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ipg0CpmBGc/TaPIfVdHXnI/AAAAAAAABQs/GzYHplfs6bs/s1600/Nola%252C%2BApril%2B%2526%2BMae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ipg0CpmBGc/TaPIfVdHXnI/AAAAAAAABQs/GzYHplfs6bs/s400/Nola%252C%2BApril%2B%2526%2BMae.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594535602785050226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by and humoring me a little!  Please flow over to Saturday Centus and see what other masterpieces have been offered. Just click on the logo below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-540010479927750957?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/540010479927750957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=540010479927750957' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/540010479927750957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/540010479927750957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/04/saturday-centus-may-april.html' title='Saturday Centus - May &amp; April'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ipg0CpmBGc/TaPIfVdHXnI/AAAAAAAABQs/GzYHplfs6bs/s72-c/Nola%252C%2BApril%2B%2526%2BMae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-3401132018752379419</id><published>2011-04-08T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T17:25:57.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death; friends; sunshine; spunky; American Idol'/><title type='text'>Friday Fragments of My Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmBO_ve8TL4/TZ-iHIWhCtI/AAAAAAAABQM/fRoHHcjFX1E/s1600/HW0_372773%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmBO_ve8TL4/TZ-iHIWhCtI/AAAAAAAABQM/fRoHHcjFX1E/s400/HW0_372773%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593367505602153170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've participated in Friday Fragments. This is a wonderful place to write about the different things going on with you, all of which would not necessarily make an entire post. Mrs.4444 (Mrs. Fours) of "Half-Past Kissin' Time" is the lovely host of this blog which often reveals bits and pieces of us through our rambling...well, my rambling, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week began in a sort of down spiral from events of my weekend. On Saturday, I attended the memorial service for the daughter of a good friend who recently passed away. She was only 23 years old and her death was a shock to many. The service was beautiful, with many tears shed. My friend was very courageous and compelled to comfort those of us who came to comfort her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I returned to my car, I turned my cell phone back on and saw that I had missed a call. The call was from a dear and long-time family friend, whose mother I had called a week prior. I knew immediately that the call was not going to be good news, so I drove straight home and called my friend. Our parents had been very close friends for about 40 years. We grew up thinking we were all cousins. Yes, my aunt had passed on about two months ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the week passed and the sun came out, I felt a little more human and actually, felt just a little spunky! I'm not normally spunky, but I began to feel that way. I think spunky is when I do my best writing. Let's see what happens with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHUVB2M-wc0/TZ-VvojV5mI/AAAAAAAABQE/djmk36_sydY/s1600/Pia-Toscano-idol-podcast_400%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHUVB2M-wc0/TZ-VvojV5mI/AAAAAAAABQE/djmk36_sydY/s400/Pia-Toscano-idol-podcast_400%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593353907789489762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American Idol extravaganza is something I look forward to every January. I send out a Lost &amp; Found email to my fellow workers almost every day, and good material is sometimes hard to find. I enjoy being a "Joan Rivers" when commenting and keeping everyone up to date on the show. Last night's show was "true drama" in its best form. The contestants this year are too talented, too smart and too nice to really fulfill the producers expectations of high drama. So, they create their own, by picking the performances apart, or spicing up relationships, etc. I know that the people who vote for the shows contestants probably have an IQ that averages out to about 50. Some can appreciate the talent, and some just have their favorites for whatever reason. Since there is not enough contestant drama, the producers create their own by kicking off some of the better talent. This upsets a lot of people and then the next week, the numbers are way up! When friends at work discuss the show with me, I find myself talking as if I know everyone on the show. Pretty sad, isn't it? Oh well, I'm having fun with it, and I hope most people are, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click on the Friday Fragments logo below to read about what others have been up to, as well as having a great visit with Mrs.4444!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/p/friday-fragments.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy's Idea" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w323/CarbaraB/scan00022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-3401132018752379419?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/3401132018752379419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=3401132018752379419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3401132018752379419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3401132018752379419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/04/friday-fragments-of-my-imagination.html' title='Friday Fragments of My Imagination'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmBO_ve8TL4/TZ-iHIWhCtI/AAAAAAAABQM/fRoHHcjFX1E/s72-c/HW0_372773%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-6545305428244052243</id><published>2011-04-07T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T16:39:46.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes; Bakers; KM2 Shoes to Live In; Bloom; Nancy; Jill;'/><title type='text'>Z is for ZAPATOS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qh7yrj0omXI/TZ4p9EVjTSI/AAAAAAAABOs/OrMTrZi5FtE/s1600/Bakers%2BBloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qh7yrj0omXI/TZ4p9EVjTSI/AAAAAAAABOs/OrMTrZi5FtE/s400/Bakers%2BBloom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592953916353629474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Z", the last letter of the alphabet! We made it!! Alphabe-Thursday, by Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent, is a clever weekly meme that I look forward to writing. I pondered over many "Z" words, but wanted to share my love for Zapatos (shoes). The "to-die-for red number above is "Bloom" at Bakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-459-VFYN5Nc/TZ4rTEwMmUI/AAAAAAAABPs/wSkjTZRi3g4/s1600/Mojo%2BMoxi%2BPoppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-459-VFYN5Nc/TZ4rTEwMmUI/AAAAAAAABPs/wSkjTZRi3g4/s400/Mojo%2BMoxi%2BPoppy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592955393934137666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojo Moxi - Poppy (Bakers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wear most of these, but I do love them. There are a gazillion companies making the most fabulous shoes out there, but I chose two companies with which I am familiar; Bakers Shoes and KM2 Shoes to Live In (see my sidebar). Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remember, these shoes are NOT for wearing to the beach, or to a family picnic! "Nancy" - Bakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKE3UxIgSU4/TZ4qCwFQPmI/AAAAAAAABO0/lgfs8kShjBA/s1600/Bakers%2BNancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKE3UxIgSU4/TZ4qCwFQPmI/AAAAAAAABO0/lgfs8kShjBA/s400/Bakers%2BNancy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592954013995777634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a special occasion, like sneaking around with your guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uxAJAv0wZpQ/TZ4rD15ssBI/AAAAAAAABPk/kUR8MIen0Tc/s1600/Jill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uxAJAv0wZpQ/TZ4rD15ssBI/AAAAAAAABPk/kUR8MIen0Tc/s400/Jill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592955132249419794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill - KM2 Shoes to Live In I'll bet they will make these in white for a wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hA-DvLL-vlw/TZ4qJZbzLkI/AAAAAAAABO8/MA8BkpzFVZw/s1600/Baker%2BRylee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hA-DvLL-vlw/TZ4qJZbzLkI/AAAAAAAABO8/MA8BkpzFVZw/s400/Baker%2BRylee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592954128175410754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brylee - Now this is more my style! This next one is too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-60ISCld8SJ8/TZ4qkfZ147I/AAAAAAAABPU/KayG6c2IhIo/s1600/Culter%2BPhit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-60ISCld8SJ8/TZ4qkfZ147I/AAAAAAAABPU/KayG6c2IhIo/s400/Culter%2BPhit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592954593634280370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is this! I just might be able to wear this pair to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dAXHE4_su-s/TZ4q4jYg8JI/AAAAAAAABPc/-TZDlUK6WvQ/s1600/Gray%2BCamper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dAXHE4_su-s/TZ4q4jYg8JI/AAAAAAAABPc/-TZDlUK6WvQ/s400/Gray%2BCamper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592954938299838610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pretty Spring shoe. Treat yourself to a pair of these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKG7poOqQcY/TZ4roB00HfI/AAAAAAAABP0/0gdxx1td3Zs/s1600/Wild%2BPair%2B-%2BGerri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKG7poOqQcY/TZ4roB00HfI/AAAAAAAABP0/0gdxx1td3Zs/s400/Wild%2BPair%2B-%2BGerri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592955753925451250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Pair - Gerri &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bunny hop over to Jenny's and see what other zanies are writing about! Just click on the logo below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend, and remember to get plenty of zzzzzzzzzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-6545305428244052243?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/6545305428244052243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=6545305428244052243' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6545305428244052243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6545305428244052243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/04/z-is-for-zapatos.html' title='Z is for ZAPATOS!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qh7yrj0omXI/TZ4p9EVjTSI/AAAAAAAABOs/OrMTrZi5FtE/s72-c/Bakers%2BBloom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-6509120365140492086</id><published>2011-04-02T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T15:43:23.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturdays; sunny; funeral; brilliant; hearse'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - A Not So Sunny Day</title><content type='html'>I love Saturdays! I love Sundays, too, but on Saturdays, I know I have two more days until I'm back at work. I chuckled this morning as I read Jenny Matlock, Off on My Tangent. She said that she forgot to think of a prompt for today's morning ritual. Her very nice Mister volunteered the first thing that came into his head, which was from a highway sign coming closer to them. It read &lt;strong&gt;Exit 181, 1/2 mile ahead&lt;/strong&gt;. I was in a bit of a funk this morning, so I waited until the afternoon to write my contribution. I'm still in a bit of a funk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny day, but I didn’t feel happy. I dressed, poured some coffee and then started the car. I thought about the fact that I was on my way to a funeral, and forgot to bring tissues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Brilliant!” I said to myself, “now I will have mascara dripping all over me. Good thing I’m wearing black!” While stopped at a red light, I found a fast-food napkin and quickly tucked it into my pocket. Once on the highway, I saw the church in the distance. The next road sign read &lt;strong&gt;Exit 181, ½ mile ahead.&lt;/strong&gt; I arrived, saw the hearse, and lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by. Please hop over to visit Jenny by clicking on the logo below. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-6509120365140492086?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/6509120365140492086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=6509120365140492086' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6509120365140492086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6509120365140492086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/04/saturday-centus-not-so-sunny-day.html' title='Saturday Centus - A Not So Sunny Day'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-200585265412957462</id><published>2011-03-29T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T13:05:06.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine; movie; preschool; teachers; memories; firemen'/><title type='text'>"Y" Is For Ya-Ya Sisters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v_uXq0tK-mo/TZKekSAJIdI/AAAAAAAABOk/J_rYosoodUA/s1600/Ya%2BYa%2BHat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v_uXq0tK-mo/TZKekSAJIdI/AAAAAAAABOk/J_rYosoodUA/s400/Ya%2BYa%2BHat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589704433665122770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the 2002 movie ‘The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisters”? I was a teacher assistant for a preschool at the time. The most wonderful and divine group of women (teachers, assistants and staff) worked with me. We all went to see the movie during the summer and loved it! We loved the crazy hats that the Sisters all wore. One of the teachers made a Ya-Ya hat for a birthday present for one of the women. Everything that was pinned or glued to the hat held a special meaning for the recipient. Eventually, we all were given hats either for our birthdays, or as end of the school year gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still adore these women, even though many of us no longer work at the preschool. The happy (and sad) memories we all shared will be with me for a long time. Some of those memories, as well as, reminders of special people and events of my life, are all part of my hat. Let’s play a little game of “Find Bits of My Life”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was a Girl Scout growing up, and a Girl Scout Leader as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;2. I used to work for Richard Simmons.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love dogs.&lt;br /&gt;4. I collect eyeballs (not real ones).&lt;br /&gt;5. I smile and laugh a lot.&lt;br /&gt;6. I like Firemen.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love the Los Angeles Lakers.&lt;br /&gt;8. I need a good watch because I’m always running late.&lt;br /&gt;9. I always have band aids for kids who have boo-boos.&lt;br /&gt;10. I have no idea why there is a trinket for a Nude Beach on my hat! I’ve never been to one. I think my friends thought otherwise, just because I’m from California! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed my “Y” report. For more fun with the letter “Y”, jump right over to Jenny Matlock Off on My Tangent by clicking the Alphabe-Thursday logo below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-200585265412957462?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/200585265412957462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=200585265412957462' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/200585265412957462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/200585265412957462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/03/y-is-for-ya-ya-sisters.html' title='&quot;Y&quot; Is For Ya-Ya Sisters!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v_uXq0tK-mo/TZKekSAJIdI/AAAAAAAABOk/J_rYosoodUA/s72-c/Ya%2BYa%2BHat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-1643007209381638892</id><published>2011-03-23T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T19:46:19.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill and Ted; choice; Downs Syndrome; Simpsons; cool; awesome'/><title type='text'>X is for X-cellent!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UeHDR9zHSqA/TYqtT47m6GI/AAAAAAAABOE/Few3iiAOvFk/s1600/Bill%2B%2526%2BTed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UeHDR9zHSqA/TYqtT47m6GI/AAAAAAAABOE/Few3iiAOvFk/s400/Bill%2B%2526%2BTed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587468844918040674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in Bill &amp; Ted’s Excellent Adventure.  Everyone remembers Keanu (who could forget him then…and who can forget him now?) but who was the other guy? Alex Winter played the part of Bill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in “excellent choice” a term used by many waiters, wine stewards, and BMW car sales people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1HiT9RqN0c/TYqtbRHOVPI/AAAAAAAABOM/QM2ZEvwA1GU/s1600/Mr_Burns%255B1%255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1HiT9RqN0c/TYqtbRHOVPI/AAAAAAAABOM/QM2ZEvwA1GU/s400/Mr_Burns%255B1%255D.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587468971668296946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in “excellent” when Mr. Burns from the Simpson’s TV show speaks.  His version of the word always sounds so devious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGT_uuGGmug/TYqtkNYly1I/AAAAAAAABOU/JpK_-gx1piY/s1600/Downright%2BExcellent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGT_uuGGmug/TYqtkNYly1I/AAAAAAAABOU/JpK_-gx1piY/s400/Downright%2BExcellent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587469125286218578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in “Downright Excellent” a British organization that provides educational therapies and quality play experiences for children with Downs Syndrome and their siblings, plus education and support for parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As in “excellent” from the Urban Dictionary which states: A word similar to cool or awesome. It is usually used to show excitement or enthusiasm towards something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJwj5YKzy18/TYqtp3B1irI/AAAAAAAABOc/mDG93iHIY8o/s1600/Excellent%2BGentlemen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJwj5YKzy18/TYqtp3B1irI/AAAAAAAABOc/mDG93iHIY8o/s400/Excellent%2BGentlemen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587469222364416690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in “Excellent Gentlemen” a Soul-Groove Dance Party Music group whose next performance is this Friday night at Jimmy Maks in Portland, Oregon.  Check them out at http://excellentgentlemen.com/  and you can listen to some of their smooth tunes like “Freaky” where the only lyrics are “I want to freak wich you girl.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter "X" is brought to you by Jenny Matlock Off On My Tangent's, Alphabe-Thursday. Please click on her logo below and see what other X-reports have been presented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the visit!  Enjoy the rest of your week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-1643007209381638892?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/1643007209381638892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=1643007209381638892' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1643007209381638892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1643007209381638892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/03/x-is-for-x-cellent.html' title='X is for X-cellent!!!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UeHDR9zHSqA/TYqtT47m6GI/AAAAAAAABOE/Few3iiAOvFk/s72-c/Bill%2B%2526%2BTed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-5128356122304135077</id><published>2011-03-23T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T12:16:54.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Taylor; movie star; passion; humor; love.'/><title type='text'>Elizabeth Taylor - The Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M6rwQ6EDZ-A/TYpGy7YyxjI/AAAAAAAABN8/x8LBkt00UGQ/s1600/Elizabeth%2BTaylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M6rwQ6EDZ-A/TYpGy7YyxjI/AAAAAAAABN8/x8LBkt00UGQ/s400/Elizabeth%2BTaylor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587356128455607858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you have read or heard about the passing of Elizabeth Taylor.  There are going to be many tributes to her and the very colorful life that she led.  I was a huge fan and enjoyed following her career.  I've borrowed some articles from today's Associated Press and MSNBC which I found to be very complete and informative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Taylor, the violet-eyed film goddess whose sultry screen persona, stormy personal life and enduring fame and glamour made her one of the last of the old-fashioned movie stars and a template for the modern celebrity, died Wednesday at age 79. ..She was surrounded by her four children when she died of congestive heart failure at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, where she had been hospitalized for about six weeks, said publicist Sally Morrison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Mother was an extraordinary woman who lived life to the fullest, with great passion, humor, and love," her son, Michael Wilding, said in a statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We know, quite simply, that the world is a better place for Mom having lived in it. Her legacy will never fade, her spirit will always be with us, and her love will live forever in our hearts." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a more detailed and indepth look at her life and career, please see below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/12517000/ns/today-entertainment/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts and prayers go out to the family. Rest in Peace, Elizabeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-5128356122304135077?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/5128356122304135077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=5128356122304135077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5128356122304135077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5128356122304135077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/03/elizabeth-taylor-legend.html' title='Elizabeth Taylor - The Legend'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M6rwQ6EDZ-A/TYpGy7YyxjI/AAAAAAAABN8/x8LBkt00UGQ/s72-c/Elizabeth%2BTaylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-9081950139305214254</id><published>2011-03-21T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:51:42.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barney; neon tutu; Swan Lake; jiggly bellies;'/><title type='text'>It's Showtime! - Part Two</title><content type='html'>Continued from Saturday Centus #46. Clearly, any good story has an ending, and my limitation of 100 words just didn't cut it the first time around. So here is Part Two, with the prompt in bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The curtain parted&lt;/strong&gt;...and a giant gasp was heard! There stood a hundred Barneys, each wearing a neon tutu. The orchestra began playing Tchaikovsky’s "Swan Lake" and they all began to dance. Freddie and Susie stared in awe. Fern and Dana ceased their annoying game and Becky's hands grabbed her cheeks with surprise. Timmy didn’t miss a beat, but could not take his eyes off the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, the music changed to the "Electric Slide." The Barneys fell into lines and as they jumped on cue, their bellies jiggled. The audience laughed uncontrollably with many falling out of their seats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for the visit. As always, please hop over the Saturday Centus by clicking on Jenny's logo below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-9081950139305214254?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/9081950139305214254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=9081950139305214254' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/9081950139305214254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/9081950139305214254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-showtime-part-two.html' title='It&apos;s Showtime! - Part Two'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-951660900294886478</id><published>2011-03-20T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:58:04.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bare; dropped; blooms; spring cleaning'/><title type='text'>Sundays in My Blooming City - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vOLvyEAEwOg/TYahenKWrjI/AAAAAAAABNs/6ah2KUFWy5U/s1600/Old%2B%2526%2BNew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vOLvyEAEwOg/TYahenKWrjI/AAAAAAAABNs/6ah2KUFWy5U/s400/Old%2B%2526%2BNew.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586329935080238642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the trees are still bare, some have never dropped all of their leaves, and some are beginning to bloom for Spring! One could become very dizzy trying to figure it out! Thank goodness for calendars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Spring Break around here and we slugged away the weekend!  The real fun will start tomorrow. If I can get the little princesses to help out with spring cleaning, we just might have time to get out and play! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a tour of some other fascinating cities by clicking the "Sundays In My City" button below.  Say hello to Unknown Mami while you are there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unknownmami.com/?s=Sundays+In+My+city" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Unknown Mami" src="http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt184/UnknownMami/SundaysinmyCity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in St. Louis!  Welcome to my city!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-951660900294886478?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/951660900294886478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=951660900294886478' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/951660900294886478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/951660900294886478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/03/sundays-in-my-blooming-city-part-1.html' title='Sundays in My Blooming City - Part 1'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vOLvyEAEwOg/TYahenKWrjI/AAAAAAAABNs/6ah2KUFWy5U/s72-c/Old%2B%2526%2BNew.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-8007073813150495502</id><published>2011-03-19T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:14:41.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show; whisper; face; patty-cake; nose; audience'/><title type='text'>It's Showtime!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Saturday Centus, part of my Saturday morning routine as I consume my 32 ounces of coffee! Jenny Matlock Off On My Tangent sponsors this always entertaining weekly meme where we are challenged to write a story, poem, or other means of the written word, using a prompt of her fancy. Our contributions can be no more than 100  words, (not including the prompt) and cannot be accompanied by a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all impatiently waited for the show to begin. Freddie leaned over to whisper into Susie’s ear. I so wanted to know what he was saying to her, since she made the ugliest face as he spoke! Fern and Dana were playing Patty-Cake for the fiftieth time! I wanted to scream “stop it!” Becky couldn’t leave her dress alone, and Timmy picked his nose…continuously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, “What am I doing here with these knuckleheads?” I looked around at the audience and it dawned on me that the average age was five. I looked down and shook my head. Just then, &lt;strong&gt;the curtain parted…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...my story, minus the prompt, stops here at 100 words exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by. If you dare, please feed my ego with a comment of a few words of sugar, spice or vinegar - whatever you'd like!  If you hunger for more quick reads, please hop over to Jenny's house by clicking on the logo below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekend! St. Louis has SUNSHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-8007073813150495502?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/8007073813150495502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=8007073813150495502' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8007073813150495502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8007073813150495502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-showtime.html' title='It&apos;s Showtime!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-1053116194210410403</id><published>2011-03-15T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T07:48:44.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother; taught; excited; center of universe; love; telephone'/><title type='text'>Things My Mother Taught Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u8NWbJc15a4/TYF4qn7i46I/AAAAAAAABNc/42YLvYJplf4/s1600/Jeanne%2BThomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 330px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584877686584697762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u8NWbJc15a4/TYF4qn7i46I/AAAAAAAABNc/42YLvYJplf4/s400/Jeanne%2BThomas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNQJ0Zfi2DU/TYF4ZsnGNyI/AAAAAAAABNU/6TS6csxMSuo/s1600/Jeanne%2BThomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dyi-6_scMVA/TYE297013II/AAAAAAAABNM/8-gz5au16Xo/s1600/Jeanne%2BThomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's name was Jeanne. She went home almost 26 years ago. I think she knew she was going to be leaving because my last three months with her were amazing! I didn't realize how much she had taught me until after she was gone. Her footprints are forever embedded in my heart. These are some of the things I learned from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you answer the telephone, say hello with excitement in your voice. It just might make the caller's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Every day of your life, do something that makes someone smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No matter how bad a day you have had, have the dinner table set when your husband or partner comes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Whenever you hold your baby in your arms, make him/her feel like they are the center of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Always speak and act like a lady. Avoid gossip and cursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If someone has treated you wrongly, pray for them to have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Always wear clean underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Read as much as you can; it gives you something to talk about at parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Stay in touch with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is brought to you by Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop. Each week she supplies her loyal followers with prompts to write a story, poem, photograph, etc. Please stop by and enjoy some of the great stories written from her prompts! Just click on the logo below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for stopping by. Enjoy the rest of your week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mama’s Losin’ It" src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/workshop-button-1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-1053116194210410403?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/1053116194210410403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=1053116194210410403' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1053116194210410403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1053116194210410403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-my-mother-taught-me.html' title='Things My Mother Taught Me'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u8NWbJc15a4/TYF4qn7i46I/AAAAAAAABNc/42YLvYJplf4/s72-c/Jeanne%2BThomas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-3348824528036995968</id><published>2011-03-15T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T13:11:28.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whale; rescue; environmental group; San Francisco; inspiration'/><title type='text'>W is for a Whale of a Tale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdpK2mWgfs0/TYAe00Byk8I/AAAAAAAABM8/5UsoW7tobTg/s1600/whale%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdpK2mWgfs0/TYAe00Byk8I/AAAAAAAABM8/5UsoW7tobTg/s400/whale%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584497430607598530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of cheating by repeating a post from a few weeks ago, but I just couldn't resist since we are studying the Letter W this week! (And, I'm lazy) Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Boss (School Principal) sends out a memo every Monday with a recap of the past week, upcoming events, etc. There is usually an inspirational message somewhere within. This past week, she included this picture, and the following story. I found both to be so very amazing and wanted to share them with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The Whale... If you read a recent front page story of the San Francisco Chronicle, you would have read about a female humpback whale that had become entangled in a spider web of crab traps and lines. She was weighted down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused her to struggle to stay afloat. She also had hundreds of yards of line rope wrapped around her body, her tail, her torso, a line tugging in her mouth. A fisherman spotted her just east of the Farallon Islands (outside the Golden Gate) and radioed an environmental group for help. Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined that she was so bad off; the only way to save her was to dive in and untangled her. They worked for hours with curved knives and eventually freed her. When she was free, the divers say she swam in what seemed like joyous circles. She then came back to each and every diver, one at a time, and nudged them, pushed them gently around as she was thanking them. Some said it was the most incredibly beautiful experience of their lives. The guy who cut the rope out of her mouth said her eyes were following him the whole time, and he will never be the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this is a gentle reminder that it's okay to get involved sometimes, especially when someone could use a little help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for stopping by my offering for Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday. Please click on the logo below to read some really interesting and diverse "W" topics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-3348824528036995968?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/3348824528036995968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=3348824528036995968' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3348824528036995968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3348824528036995968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/03/w-is-for-whale-of-tale.html' title='W is for a Whale of a Tale!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdpK2mWgfs0/TYAe00Byk8I/AAAAAAAABM8/5UsoW7tobTg/s72-c/whale%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-8446463935811563501</id><published>2011-02-23T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:17:29.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tutus; ballet; costumes; Black Swan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute; pixies'/><title type='text'>Alphabe-Thursday - "T" is for Tutu!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPUZ0Nh-uNg/TWWteTZ-dcI/AAAAAAAABMc/D91W6oNn1eY/s1600/purple-lavender-custom-tutu%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPUZ0Nh-uNg/TWWteTZ-dcI/AAAAAAAABMc/D91W6oNn1eY/s400/purple-lavender-custom-tutu%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577054449685132738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Alphabe-Thursday once again and this week we are honoring the letter "T". Each week, our fearless leader/teacher, Jenny Matlock, calls class to order and instructs us to post something using a letter of the alphabet. I chose "T" for Tutus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I loved to dance. I still do...I just do it a little slower. I always fantasized about dancing in a professional dance company. As I got older, and started to think about what profession I would choose as an adult...someone... somewhere along the line...said that dancers don't make any money...therefore, I would not be able to live on a dancer's salary. I took a different road at that point, but I never, ever have lost my obsession with dance or Tutus! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy some of these. I spent an hour in Tutu Wonderland trying to choose my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rt0c5S3_bUo/TWWtVd7q0eI/AAAAAAAABMU/O2DShvQCJzo/s1600/Black%2BSwan%2BMovie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rt0c5S3_bUo/TWWtVd7q0eI/AAAAAAAABMU/O2DShvQCJzo/s400/Black%2BSwan%2BMovie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577054297891983842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if it isn't Queen Amidala, herself! From the movie "Black Swan" it's Natalie Portman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9YUTHNSEhM/TWWs2GeiG3I/AAAAAAAABME/X1ZJQUuJdZU/s1600/Rabbit%2BEars%2BTutu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9YUTHNSEhM/TWWs2GeiG3I/AAAAAAAABME/X1ZJQUuJdZU/s400/Rabbit%2BEars%2BTutu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577053759019817842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing says cute better than a baby in a Tutu - don'tcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-60chj7tn0t4/TWXB7kBXfWI/AAAAAAAABMk/rgSxKWNyv38/s1600/ancientballet%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-60chj7tn0t4/TWXB7kBXfWI/AAAAAAAABMk/rgSxKWNyv38/s400/ancientballet%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577076942594080098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call this one "Ancient Ballet." I think it looks like a "Tutu who vants to be alone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLdH6rryuYY/TWWn21h7FEI/AAAAAAAABL0/hMHiP4BmaC0/s1600/ballet-costumes-at-cincinnati-ballet%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLdH6rryuYY/TWWn21h7FEI/AAAAAAAABL0/hMHiP4BmaC0/s400/ballet-costumes-at-cincinnati-ballet%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577048274092364866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A colorful and well made Tutu can take you away to a very happy place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNtz2V8UkhA/TWXEi72QZiI/AAAAAAAABMs/_Gx0fPQAaog/s1600/Piggy%2BTutus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNtz2V8UkhA/TWXEi72QZiI/AAAAAAAABMs/_Gx0fPQAaog/s400/Piggy%2BTutus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577079818028082722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you like our (snort) little pink (snort, snort) Tutus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3eWH3Hp5uvU/TWWnhXRmbTI/AAAAAAAABLk/yHHB1RIiOL8/s1600/houston-ballet%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3eWH3Hp5uvU/TWWnhXRmbTI/AAAAAAAABLk/yHHB1RIiOL8/s400/houston-ballet%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577047905193585970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good Tutu doesn't always need to be "fluffy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-25qOsx9h-qY/TWWtA0cmd1I/AAAAAAAABMM/31qj1xpLDwg/s1600/Katie%2B%2526%2BEm%2BBallet%2BPortrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-25qOsx9h-qY/TWWtA0cmd1I/AAAAAAAABMM/31qj1xpLDwg/s400/Katie%2B%2526%2BEm%2BBallet%2BPortrait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577053943158437714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...who let these little pixies in here? Katya and Ed go "Tutu-wood!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the visit! Please stop over at "Alphabe-Thursday" by clicking on the logo below and you just might learn a new "T" word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - I was late turning in my Letter "S" homework last week. If you have a minute, please check out my &lt;a href="http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/02/alphabet-thursday-s-is-for-sisters.html"&gt;"Sisters"&lt;/a&gt; post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-8446463935811563501?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/8446463935811563501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=8446463935811563501' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8446463935811563501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8446463935811563501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/02/alphabe-thursday-t-is-for-tutu.html' title='Alphabe-Thursday - &quot;T&quot; is for Tutu!!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPUZ0Nh-uNg/TWWteTZ-dcI/AAAAAAAABMc/D91W6oNn1eY/s72-c/purple-lavender-custom-tutu%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-962387753057620999</id><published>2011-02-22T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T19:53:49.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wickedness - Ashley Judd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DpWhPnrMSD8/TWR9yUQ82bI/AAAAAAAABLQ/afw8c1O90EM/s1600/Ashley%2BJudd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DpWhPnrMSD8/TWR9yUQ82bI/AAAAAAAABLQ/afw8c1O90EM/s400/Ashley%2BJudd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576720541978253746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time again...it's Wednesday and someone is feeling wicked! This week's celebrity guest is Ashley Judd. Janera Epson of Wednesday Wickedness has taken ten of Ashley's quotes and listed them. Janera has then followed up each quote with a question (italics)of her own for her faithful followers to answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is this faithful follower's responses (in bold): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Abstinence, being faithful and correct and consistent condom use are the only ways to successfully reach everyone when discussing HIV prevention. I believe that the abstinence message alone does not solve the AIDS epidemic. &lt;em&gt;Do you think there is any realistic point of trying to teach abstinence?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do believe there is a realistic point to teaching abstinence, but everyone has to get on the same page. This means, parents, schools, places of worship, and the media. If they all got together on this point, I think many more people would consider abstinence.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. And when I started to get wind of the fact that they actually liked me being around. That was humbling, because Kentucky basketball is a big deal, and I am not the biggest fan - I am just the most notorious one. &lt;em&gt;What are you a fan of (sport or non-sport)?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a die-hard Laker basketball fan; very strong Cardinal baseball fan; and mostly strong Rams football fan. I'm also a ginormous fan of anything my kids play.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Both my husband and I give a lot of ourselves in what we do because that is our public lives; but in my private life, I have an intrinsic right to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much alone time do you need in a relationship?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need alone time every day, at least once an hour for about 45 minutes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I did a lot of hiking and I loved it. &lt;em&gt;What outdoor activity is your favorite?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite outdoor activities are laying in the hammock; driving to DQ; driving home from work; bringing the mail in and walking the dog.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I get lonely when I'm a Playstation widow. &lt;em&gt;What video games are you into?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not into video games. I am into blogs. Same addiction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I think it's easy for me to connect to some people, and I don't know if that's the same thing as falling in love whereas before, I might have said it was. &lt;em&gt;Tell us about a time that you thought you were in love, only to find out that it was only physical attraction?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first 50 dates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I think that being perceptive and having interests is nothing but an asset. &lt;em&gt;How perceptive are you with new people in you meet?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I am mildly perceptive of new people I meet. But I always second-guess myself if I think they are dorks.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I think that, as with marriage, you just know when it's time to have kids. &lt;em&gt;If you have kids was it because you were ready? If not when did you decide that?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought about having kids just as I was nearing the end of my college career. I was concerned about the infamous "biological clock" ticking. The clock won out and my college career is on the back burner right now.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It's up to us to take pop culture back and to express quality and dignity for both boys and girls. &lt;em&gt;What’s the best of pop culture that works for you in 2011?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you mean the best way to express ideas, then I will have to say music videos. Positive ideas like quality, dignity, kindness and respect could literally change our youth, if more artists would express those ideas. I'm actually starting to listen to lyrics. Before, it was just the music, and whether or not it was easy to dance to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. No, I don't tolerate pressure from anyone about anything. &lt;em&gt;When was the time that someone made you feel pressured?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone made me feel pressured two days ago. I tolerated it because it came from a family member. In my head, I simply told the person to go "do something to their self" and, believe me, I felt so much better afterward.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by and humoring me. Please click on the logo below to see how others have responded to the questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jjatww.blogspot.com" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461178542952606178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2cobFMPcGo/S8oA80Os6eI/AAAAAAAAX5M/hAZVuMV2Fyc/s320/Wednesday+small+Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hump Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-962387753057620999?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/962387753057620999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=962387753057620999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/962387753057620999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/962387753057620999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/02/wednesday-wickedness-ashley-judd.html' title='Wednesday Wickedness - Ashley Judd'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DpWhPnrMSD8/TWR9yUQ82bI/AAAAAAAABLQ/afw8c1O90EM/s72-c/Ashley%2BJudd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-3240253244873106704</id><published>2011-02-19T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T08:44:14.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grenade; Bruno Mars; war; sweet syrup; cocktail'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - I'm Blocked!</title><content type='html'>Your mission, if you accept, is to write a piece using the prompt "I'd catch a grenade for you" in 100 words or less (with no pictures!). Thanks to &lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/02/saturday-centus-id-catch-grenade-for-ya.html"&gt;Jenny Matlock Off On My Tangent&lt;/a&gt;, moi has had writer's block since Saturday morning. I listened to the song by Bruno Mars to see if I could be motivated...nothing. I thought about what the word grenade means to me and I could only come up with war stuff. War is way too serious for me to joke about, so I won't go there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about adding a few letters to the word grenade and came up with grenadine!! I'm probably breaking a rule somewhere, but here goes! (The prompt is in bold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grenadine, a sweet red syrup, is used in “cocktail” drinks like “Tequila Sunrise” and “A Slow Comfortable Scr** Against the Wall.” Pretty good for a non-drinker, no? It can also be used to attract hummingbirds, as well as, ants, flies and a squirrel or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough, the name "grenadine" comes from the French word &lt;em&gt;grenade&lt;/em&gt; which means pomegranate, and was originally prepared from pomegranate or cherry juice, and sugar. I like sugar. I will eat or drink anything with sugar. Maybe that explains my womanly figure, erratic attention span and occasional writer’s block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sweet take on &lt;strong&gt;"I'd catch a grenade for you!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by to read my silliness! Click on the logo below to see how other MI spies attacked this challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-3240253244873106704?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/3240253244873106704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=3240253244873106704' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3240253244873106704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3240253244873106704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/02/saturday-centus-im-blocked.html' title='Saturday Centus - I&apos;m Blocked!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-5827535179790873497</id><published>2011-02-16T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:29:40.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters; friends; children; brothers;'/><title type='text'>Alphabet Thursday - S is for Sisters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MLgd7jgxsE/TWR3QLq5GoI/AAAAAAAABKw/jlcbD9WGeB8/s1600/Yasek%2BDesign%2BJewelry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MLgd7jgxsE/TWR3QLq5GoI/AAAAAAAABKw/jlcbD9WGeB8/s400/Yasek%2BDesign%2BJewelry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576713358485822082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up the only girl with two brothers.  I always wanted a sister.  I have a girl cousin who grew up with four brothers.  We decided we would be sisters!  We lived 3,000 miles from each other, but we wrote letters back and forth from a single digit age to the invention of the computer and beyond. We may have taken different roads, but we do our best to stay in touch. My cousin is an extraordinary artist who paints, sketches, writes, and now makes fabulous jewelry for her own company (Yasek Design Jewelry). I'd like to think my talent has been in raising my children.  I'm still working at it, and it's a career that I dearly love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSjlxlAwjMs/TWSMyEsc6wI/AAAAAAAABLc/TbY_6woEeU4/s1600/em%2526kt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSjlxlAwjMs/TWSMyEsc6wI/AAAAAAAABLc/TbY_6woEeU4/s400/em%2526kt.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576737030473050882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two daughters are sisters in every way.  They laugh, they argue, they borrow each others things, and they stay up late many nights just talking about stuff.  Their personalities are like night and day. They bring out the best and worst in each other. I see them spending the rest of their lives entwined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNbsrlyhHVw/TWR5sk9qwbI/AAAAAAAABLA/1mNOKRORI8k/s1600/Ferry%2BGirls%252C%2BJudy%252C%2BAnn%2B%2526%2BSally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNbsrlyhHVw/TWR5sk9qwbI/AAAAAAAABLA/1mNOKRORI8k/s400/Ferry%2BGirls%252C%2BJudy%252C%2BAnn%2B%2526%2BSally.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576716045335052722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters can also be friends who are brought together by a common thread, like having children of similar ages, illness, support groups, or simply sharing the same dreams.  I love this picture of some friends of mine who have lived their lives together through their children, through illness and through just about any conceivable emotion, good or bad.  Each one of them would drop everything if another one of them needed help, especially if it involved a party! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for stopping by my very late offering for Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday.  Please click on the logo below to see some really interesting and diverse "S" words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-5827535179790873497?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/5827535179790873497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=5827535179790873497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5827535179790873497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/5827535179790873497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/02/alphabet-thursday-s-is-for-sisters.html' title='Alphabet Thursday - S is for Sisters!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MLgd7jgxsE/TWR3QLq5GoI/AAAAAAAABKw/jlcbD9WGeB8/s72-c/Yasek%2BDesign%2BJewelry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-217379516799000122</id><published>2011-02-15T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:51:58.492-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whale; rescue; environmental group; San Francisco'/><title type='text'>Now That's a Whale of a Tale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uGitrvcu0wM/TVr-ndXeC3I/AAAAAAAABKY/gc-YHiofNe8/s1600/whale%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uGitrvcu0wM/TVr-ndXeC3I/AAAAAAAABKY/gc-YHiofNe8/s400/whale%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574047442675829618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Boss (School Principal) sends out a memo every Monday with a recap of the past week, upcoming events, etc. There is usually an inspirational message somewhere within. This past week, she included this picture, and the following story. I found both to be so very amazing and wanted to share them with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...The Whale... If you read a recent front page story of the San Francisco Chronicle, you would have read about a female humpback whale that had become entangled in a spider web of crab traps and lines. She was weighted down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused her to struggle to stay afloat. She also had hundreds of yards of line rope wrapped around her body, her tail, her torso, a line tugging in her mouth. A fisherman spotted her just east of the Farallon Islands (outside the Golden Gate) and radioed an environmental group for help. Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined that she was so bad off; the only way to save her was to dive in and untangled her. They worked for hours with curved knives and eventually freed her. When she was free, the divers say she swam in what seemed like joyous circles. She then came back to each and every diver, one at a time, and nudged them, pushed them gently around as she was thanking them. Some said it was the most incredibly beautiful experience of their lives. The guy who cut the rope out of her mouth said her eyes were following him the whole time, and he will never be the same.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this is a gentle reminder that it's okay to get involved sometimes, when someone could use a little help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by. Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-217379516799000122?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/217379516799000122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=217379516799000122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/217379516799000122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/217379516799000122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/02/now-thats-whale-of-tale.html' title='Now That&apos;s a Whale of a Tale!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uGitrvcu0wM/TVr-ndXeC3I/AAAAAAAABKY/gc-YHiofNe8/s72-c/whale%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-3761542772850186464</id><published>2011-02-13T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:17:39.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backyard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow; thaw'/><title type='text'>Sundays in My City - The Great Thaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VNRnvEAQmpc/TViPaMhjDcI/AAAAAAAABKI/Zq6WkB0tTsg/s1600/Backyard%2BBefore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VNRnvEAQmpc/TViPaMhjDcI/AAAAAAAABKI/Zq6WkB0tTsg/s400/Backyard%2BBefore.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573362219072294338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Weeks ago, this was the action of our backyard (and commons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EmroAbUVM-k/TViPGvhkjZI/AAAAAAAABKA/GXmjDK92mC8/s1600/Backyard%2BAfter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EmroAbUVM-k/TViPGvhkjZI/AAAAAAAABKA/GXmjDK92mC8/s400/Backyard%2BAfter.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573361884870249874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...same backyard (and commons). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm from St. Louis, MO.  Welcome to my city!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop by Unknown Mami (who is a new Mami with chiquita poquita #2) and see who else has stopped by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unknownmami.com/?s=Sundays+In+My+city" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Unknown Mami" src="http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt184/UnknownMami/SundaysinmyCity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-3761542772850186464?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/3761542772850186464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=3761542772850186464' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3761542772850186464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3761542772850186464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/02/sundays-in-my-city-great-thaw.html' title='Sundays in My City - The Great Thaw'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VNRnvEAQmpc/TViPaMhjDcI/AAAAAAAABKI/Zq6WkB0tTsg/s72-c/Backyard%2BBefore.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-1453944175852770153</id><published>2011-02-12T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T07:58:02.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Centus'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - Doggone Valentine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b2pmaL5z8qc/TVanP6QYWNI/AAAAAAAABJ4/PLQfGjN6_ow/s1600/Valentines%2BCentus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b2pmaL5z8qc/TVanP6QYWNI/AAAAAAAABJ4/PLQfGjN6_ow/s400/Valentines%2BCentus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572825480695404754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuteness abounds this weekend! Welcome to Saturday Centus, Valentine Style!  Our challenge this week is to write a Hallmark card of 50 words or less using this wonderful picture as our inspiration. "Jenny Matlock Off On My Tangent" is sponsoring this very entertaining meme.  Please click on the logo at the end of my entry and see what other creative pieces have been offered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Valentine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away with me to a far away land&lt;br /&gt;Where we can walk hand in hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one, and only you&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll play with my lassooooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to those who say not to bother&lt;br /&gt;They'll never know the richness of slobber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by. Don't forget to give Jenny at Saturday Centus a peek and leave some Valentine love for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-1453944175852770153?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/1453944175852770153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=1453944175852770153' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1453944175852770153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1453944175852770153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/02/saturday-centus-doggone-valentine.html' title='Saturday Centus - Doggone Valentine!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b2pmaL5z8qc/TVanP6QYWNI/AAAAAAAABJ4/PLQfGjN6_ow/s72-c/Valentines%2BCentus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-9124674965973171350</id><published>2011-02-08T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:50:47.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reagan; freedom; politics; scare; religion; power'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Wickedness - Reagan Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TVIOdUhgJSI/AAAAAAAABJw/VG2Ch_EfR50/s1600/Ronald%2BReagan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TVIOdUhgJSI/AAAAAAAABJw/VG2Ch_EfR50/s400/Ronald%2BReagan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571531585898947874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, we can be "wicked" for a day! I love living this title out loud! Each week, hostess, Janera Jepson, selects a celebrity, shares some of their quotes and follows up with a question for us to answer. It's a lot of fun and I challenge you to join in with your own answers! This week's celebrity is our former President, Ronald Reagan, who would have been 100 years old this past week. (My answers are in &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt;) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A tree's a tree. How many more do you need to look at? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you concerned about mankind's intrusion into forests and jungles?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hell yes! I'm just as concerned about those football fans who didn't get their seats at the Super Bowl; and just as concerned about how many days I'm going to have to camp out to get Katy Perry tickets; and just as concerned about the size of tattoo my daughter wants to get; and just as concerned...this is stressing me out! I'll stop now.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. All great change in America begins at the dinner table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the biggest change that you've seen in your lifetime with the U.S?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be honest, I avoid thinking about change in America. While raising my children, they were my whole world. I didn't think about a lot of things. I still don't think about a lot of things, but I am concerned about the changes our current administration is attempting to make with regard to the relationship of government and the everyday person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. All the waste in a year from a nuclear power plant can be stored under a desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you feel nuclear power is still the fuel of our future?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think nuclear power has a place in our future, but not "the" fuel of the future. It's scary to think about people misusing the power of nuclear energy. I'm a little concerned about what would happen if another country's nuclear weapon blew up one of our power plants? Would we be toast? &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. But there are advantages to being elected President. The day after I was elected, I had my high school grades classified Top Secret. &lt;em&gt;How did you do academically in high school? &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sucked in high school, academically and socially. I think I had a B or C average. I didn't apply to any four year colleges, but got in to a community college. (I think only straight "F's" kept you from getting into community college.)I almost immediately started back to school to earn my undergraduate degree. I was a lot more serious about academics then, than while I was in high school. There were also much cuter guys at college than at high school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Concentrated power has always been the enemy of liberty. &lt;em&gt;How closely have you followed the uprising in Egypt? Thoughts?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's scaring the crap out of me! It's possible that, one by one, the countries in the middle east want to make a change in their government by free elections. Look what free elections in this area have produced so far: The Brotherhood and Hamas! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Democracy is worth dying for, because it's the most deeply honorable form of government ever devised by man. &lt;em&gt;Do you feel a political system is worth dying for?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think chocolate, Brad Pitt and a good mocha are worth dying for.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't be afraid to see what you see. &lt;em&gt;What do you see that scares you?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myself in the mirror; Grandpa Jack without any clothes on; my checking account balance; the size of the tattoo that my daughter wants to get!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Each generation goes further than the generation preceding it because it stands on the shoulders of that generation. You will have opportunities beyond anything we've ever known. &lt;em&gt;Tell us about an advance that you we will see in out lifetimes that is not in existence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Starbucks in every city of the United States; maybe...just maybe...equal pay for equal work by men and women; extermination of cockroaches; cures for every kind of cancer.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Facts are stubborn things. &lt;em&gt;What is something that most think of as a fact that does not ring true to you? &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That George Clooney is taken.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Freedom prospers when religion is vibrant and the rule of law under God is acknowledged. &lt;em&gt;What do you think of politicians that use religion as justification of their beliefs?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't have an answer for this one; serious or sarcastic. Sorry! I think sometimes there is a fine line between church and state, and, to what extent political figures should incorporate them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking out this Wednesday's craziness. Please visit Wednesday Wickedness by clicking on the logo below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jjatww.blogspot.com" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461178542952606178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2cobFMPcGo/S8oA80Os6eI/AAAAAAAAX5M/hAZVuMV2Fyc/s320/Wednesday+small+Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hump Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-9124674965973171350?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/9124674965973171350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=9124674965973171350' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/9124674965973171350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/9124674965973171350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/02/wednesday-wickedness-reagan-style.html' title='Wednesday Wickedness - Reagan Style'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TVIOdUhgJSI/AAAAAAAABJw/VG2Ch_EfR50/s72-c/Ronald%2BReagan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-8851741865432032451</id><published>2011-02-04T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T17:33:29.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='van'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><title type='text'>Friday Fragments - BRRRRRRRRR!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TUx24ujD2mI/AAAAAAAABJo/TrcbypaBiq0/s1600/Backyard%2B1-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TUx24ujD2mI/AAAAAAAABJo/TrcbypaBiq0/s400/Backyard%2B1-11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569957556090296930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi and welcome to Mrs4444's Friday post where we can share events, or present ideas for world peace, or comment on the mundane activities of our past week. Regardless, Friday Fragments is just that; fragments which are pieces of a whole post, but not as long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had three snow days this week in St. Louis. The snow couldn't have come at a worse time for our schools. We are in the middle of registration for next year, Parent Teacher Conferences, field trips, etc. HOWEVER, it sure has been nice sleeping in a little, flipping a coin to see who shovels the driveway, and the decision of whether to have french toast or waffles for breakfast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My van, which has been deceased for three weeks, my have a "miracle" operation and live once more! After towing it to two separate places, it was delivered to the car hospital for diagnosis. She's had a good life during the past eight years. Trips to Minneapolis, Milwaukee, Chicago and Austin were some of the best family outings we had. If it wasn't for club volleyball, we may never had seen such interesting places. Aside from the jammed driver side window (stuck in the closed position) and turn signals that must be manually turned off after every turn, we have wonderful memories of getting to and from in warmth, coolness and with all of our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to prepare taxes. This is such a depressing subject, I won't say any more, except that I wish you all as large of a return as is possible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little more shoveling to do before the next storm hits us on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO PACK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click on the Friday Fragment logo to see what fascinating fragments others have to offer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/p/friday-fragments.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy's Idea" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w323/CarbaraB/scan00022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-8851741865432032451?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/8851741865432032451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=8851741865432032451' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8851741865432032451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8851741865432032451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-fragments-brrrrrrrrr.html' title='Friday Fragments - BRRRRRRRRR!!!!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TUx24ujD2mI/AAAAAAAABJo/TrcbypaBiq0/s72-c/Backyard%2B1-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-3491149561819753251</id><published>2011-02-01T17:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T05:11:17.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice; snow; cardinal; leopard'/><title type='text'>The Blizzard of the Century - Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TUlXvU6PmzI/AAAAAAAABJM/joJDo-ZJEDk/s1600/Ice%2Bon%2BTree%2Bin%2BDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TUlXvU6PmzI/AAAAAAAABJM/joJDo-ZJEDk/s400/Ice%2Bon%2BTree%2Bin%2BDay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569078884798798642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TUi7TVq7ZgI/AAAAAAAABI0/jXDB6Xa2nVQ/s1600/Ice%2BDrops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TUi7TVq7ZgI/AAAAAAAABI0/jXDB6Xa2nVQ/s400/Ice%2BDrops.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568906880152724994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Drops Keep Falling on My Head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TUi6JTInWZI/AAAAAAAABIs/8Q7MJ57JQxQ/s1600/Cardinal%2Bin%2Bice%2Btree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TUi6JTInWZI/AAAAAAAABIs/8Q7MJ57JQxQ/s400/Cardinal%2Bin%2Bice%2Btree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568905608161614226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Can You See Me? My Name is Albert Pujols. I can't decide whether to fly or stay and enjoy the view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TUi57w01URI/AAAAAAAABIk/Ezxd5Ex-VKI/s1600/Backyard%2B1-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TUi57w01URI/AAAAAAAABIk/Ezxd5Ex-VKI/s400/Backyard%2B1-11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568905375613538578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It may be pretty, but you'll need brakes on your sleds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TUi7gr9AS8I/AAAAAAAABI8/oD4XpiRhqOQ/s1600/Leopard%2Bat%2BZoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TUi7gr9AS8I/AAAAAAAABI8/oD4XpiRhqOQ/s400/Leopard%2Bat%2BZoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568907109472422850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my friend, Fritz, is complaining of the cold! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The backyard photo is mine.  The others are compliments of the kind citizens of St. Louis, Missouri.  Welcome to Wordless Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-3491149561819753251?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/3491149561819753251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=3491149561819753251' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3491149561819753251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3491149561819753251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/02/blizzard-of-century-wordless-wednesday.html' title='The Blizzard of the Century - Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TUlXvU6PmzI/AAAAAAAABJM/joJDo-ZJEDk/s72-c/Ice%2Bon%2BTree%2Bin%2BDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-1517047897509894135</id><published>2011-01-30T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:38:23.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter; ancient; picture; neck hairs; mom'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - Eeriness</title><content type='html'>Jenny Matlock - off on my tangent has enlisted the help of ever-prolific artist, Judie, of &lt;a href="http://rogueartistsspeak.blogspot.com/2011/01/rogues-offering-saturday-centus.html"&gt;Rogue Artist&lt;/a&gt;, who has challenged us with this week's Centus prompt. (Nice job, Judie!) The prompt is below in bold. My story follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"She lifted the stack of letters from the ancient chest..." &lt;/strong&gt;and as she did, a photo fell from the stack. The corners were torn but the photo itself was in very good condition. It was a picture of a young woman dressed in turn of the century clothing sitting in a high-back chair. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She looks just like mom!” she thought. She slowly turned over the picture and read the words “Jane – 1896.” It couldn't be her mom; she wasn’t born yet. The resemblance was eerie. She set the picture on the desk and opened the letter on top…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by. Please hop over to Jenny's Saturday Centus by clicking on the logo below and your brain cells will be stimulated by some very talented writers. Have a wonderful week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://rogueartistsspeak.blogspot.com/2011/01/rogues-offering-saturday-centus.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-1517047897509894135?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/1517047897509894135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=1517047897509894135' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1517047897509894135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/1517047897509894135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/01/saturday-centus-eeriness.html' title='Saturday Centus - Eeriness'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-7233854889594991443</id><published>2011-01-25T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T19:31:38.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steven Tyler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music; humility; making out; soul;'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Wickedness - Walk This Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TT-UT72UZBI/AAAAAAAABIM/EgzhWEvgB6U/s1600/steven-tyler%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TT-UT72UZBI/AAAAAAAABIM/EgzhWEvgB6U/s400/steven-tyler%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566330734657168402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the always fascinating meme sponsored by Wednesday Wickedness. Each week, Janera Jepson posts quotes from a well-known celebrity, and then poses questions to the reader following the quotes. This week's meme posts quotes from well-known musician, actor, father, grandfather, and American Idol judge, Steven Tyler! Enjoy his quotes, the questions and my silly responses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. And the things that come to those that wait may be the things left by those that got there first. &lt;em&gt;When was the last time that you wanted to do something, but it was all done before you got there?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat dessert!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. As good as I am, I'm nothing without my band. &lt;em&gt;Do you feel there is anyone you could not do without?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My best girlfriends and my kids!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Back then it was nothing like today. So you'd go to the bowling alley. We bowled and you could be in the back and you could make out, you know? And you know how hot it was to make out. &lt;em&gt;When you were young and innocent, what place did you make out?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back seats of cars; school bleachers; movie theatres; Disneyland rides; the beach.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Drugs will get you out of your own way, but we lived it, and that's dangerous. It can actually turn around on itself and steal your soul, and that's what happened. &lt;em&gt;Were you ever tempted by something that could “steal your soul”?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, when I was up for the part of "Elvira, Mistress of the Night." I wouldn't worship directors who made horror films because I thought they were the Devil's posse.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Every life has a measure of sorrow, and sometimes this is what awakens us. &lt;em&gt;How do you deal with sorrow?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I give myself time to be sad (about 10 minutes) and then I go out to lunch with a friend. Actually, I deal with sorrow by writing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fake it until you make it. &lt;em&gt;Did you ever have dreams of making it in showbiz in some capacity?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes I did...for about 15 years. In fact, I still have dreams of being involved in some capacity...getting coffee; picking up dry cleaning; giving shoulder rubs; writing a brilliant screenplay.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Humility is really important because it keeps you fresh and new. &lt;em&gt;What keeps you fresh and new?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson &amp; Johnson Baby Powder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't mind being a grandfather. &lt;em&gt;If you are a grandparent, do you at first “mind it”? If you aren't, how do you think that you would feel about it?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would love to be a grandparent. But I won't pressure my kids, especially the non-married ones.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I grew up in New Hampshire. My closest neighbor was a mile away. The deer and the raccoons were my friends. So I would spend time walking through the woods, looking for the most beautiful tropical thing that can survive the winter in the woods in New Hampshire. &lt;em&gt;Do you enjoy winter where you live?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love winter where I live because all of the bugs go away. I hate bugs! Also, winter is the only time that it's okay to look like a bear in your clothes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have to get inspired by something that touches my soul, or rocks my soul. &lt;em&gt;What rocks your soul?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music and lyrics rock my soul. Meaningful and uplifting words rock my soul. Really hot guys rock my soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking out this Wednesday's craziness. Please visit the Wednesday Wickedness site by clicking on the the logo below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jjatww.blogspot.com" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461178542952606178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2cobFMPcGo/S8oA80Os6eI/AAAAAAAAX5M/hAZVuMV2Fyc/s320/Wednesday+small+Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by and have a great Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-7233854889594991443?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/7233854889594991443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=7233854889594991443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7233854889594991443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7233854889594991443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/01/wednesday-wickedness-walk-this-way.html' title='Wednesday Wickedness - Walk This Way'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TT-UT72UZBI/AAAAAAAABIM/EgzhWEvgB6U/s72-c/steven-tyler%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-9165021001821502459</id><published>2011-01-22T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:25:31.794-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cameras'/><title type='text'>Beam Me Up...are you there...Scottie...Hey!</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well Ms. Jenny Matlock! At it again are you? Jenny's Saturday Centus is always a treat for readers and writers. The reads are short, and the writes are no more than 100 words long (in other words, short). Each Saturday we are given a writing prompt and challenged to make it come alive...in just a few words. This week's prompt is "Beam Me Up Scottie" and appears in bold lettering in the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the moon station, I felt a draft. I caught my profile as I passed the full-length mirror. I screamed, "OMG! I’m naked! How could this happen? Maybe if I pretend that it's normal to be naked, nobody will notice?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and turned on my computer. I could see the camera angles to the entrance of station. As I brought up the main level cameras, I saw groups of workers converging upon one cubicle….my cubicle. Fifty people were all within 10 feet of me! I screamed, but it came out as a whisper, &lt;strong&gt;“beam me up, Scottie!”&lt;/strong&gt; Then, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click on Jenny's Saturday Centus logo and dare to be thrilled with other SciFi stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-9165021001821502459?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/9165021001821502459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=9165021001821502459' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/9165021001821502459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/9165021001821502459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/01/beam-me-upare-you-therescottiehey.html' title='Beam Me Up...are you there...Scottie...Hey!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-732573227242466317</id><published>2011-01-19T21:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T09:36:36.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odd Couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grouch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schindler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion show'/><title type='text'>O is for OSCAR</title><content type='html'>It's Thursday, and time for Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday! This week's letter is "O". Having watched the Globes the other night, I'm thinking about the upcoming Oscars. I thought it would be fun to research people or things that use the name Oscar. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTfKXtkB_FI/AAAAAAAABHU/4Zc2U3H6Ziw/s1600/Oscar_statuette%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTfKXtkB_FI/AAAAAAAABHU/4Zc2U3H6Ziw/s400/Oscar_statuette%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564138373356059730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I covet, I lust for and I wish I could just touch one....once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTfK2jaG81I/AAAAAAAABH0/_LBYUjUZxrI/s1600/Odd_Couple_poster%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTfK2jaG81I/AAAAAAAABH0/_LBYUjUZxrI/s400/Odd_Couple_poster%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564138903206032210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Walter Mathau played Oscar in the original movie of "The Odd Couple" as well as the Broadway play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTfKuK8iCjI/AAAAAAAABHs/F-Q0QzDsZdc/s1600/Oscar%2BSchindler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTfKuK8iCjI/AAAAAAAABHs/F-Q0QzDsZdc/s400/Oscar%2BSchindler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564138759200574002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oscar Schindler, as many of you know, played an incredible humanitarian part during World War II. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTfKmyeIESI/AAAAAAAABHk/LbUbx-oPFas/s1600/Oscar%2B-%2BThe%2BOffice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTfKmyeIESI/AAAAAAAABHk/LbUbx-oPFas/s400/Oscar%2B-%2BThe%2BOffice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564138632371507490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oscar from the TV series, "The Office."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTfKRWYi4LI/AAAAAAAABHM/WFBKaj7zADM/s1600/oscardelarenta%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTfKRWYi4LI/AAAAAAAABHM/WFBKaj7zADM/s400/oscardelarenta%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564138264054653106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Famous Fashion Designer for both men and women, Oscar de la Renta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TThxoUREwFI/AAAAAAAABH8/CzmqcUZqLAg/s1600/wild002%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TThxoUREwFI/AAAAAAAABH8/CzmqcUZqLAg/s400/wild002%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564322277065277522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde, poet, writer, kinda hot but from a different era, and sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTfKIZnrIJI/AAAAAAAABHE/II__yByKXVk/s1600/Oscar%2Bthe%2BGrouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTfKIZnrIJI/AAAAAAAABHE/II__yByKXVk/s400/Oscar%2Bthe%2BGrouch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564138110304592018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite! Oscar the Grouch from the long running TV series, "Sesame Street!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop by Jenny Matlock - Off on My Tangent and see what the other students in the class have turned in! Just click on the logo below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-732573227242466317?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/732573227242466317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=732573227242466317' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/732573227242466317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/732573227242466317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-is-for-oscar.html' title='O is for OSCAR'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTfKXtkB_FI/AAAAAAAABHU/4Zc2U3H6Ziw/s72-c/Oscar_statuette%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-358069153289593467</id><published>2011-01-18T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:48:41.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of the Rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricky Gervais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Wickedness - Who Is This Guy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTZEjN78ZHI/AAAAAAAABG8/-MKBvIJLu2I/s1600/Ricky%2BGervais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTZEjN78ZHI/AAAAAAAABG8/-MKBvIJLu2I/s400/Ricky%2BGervais.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563709761490019442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this always fascinating meme sponsored by Wednesday Wickedness. Each week, Janera Jepson posts quotes from a well-known celebrity, and then poses questions to the reader following the quotes. This week's meme posts quotes from some guy of whom I have never heard in my 50-something years, by the name of Ricky Gervais! Since I neither know him, or for that matter, like or dislike him, I hope you enjoy my delicate sarcasm of his views, and my completely obnoxious responses! You may scold me for not knowing this character, even after googling him, but I guess this hunk of meat slipped through the cracks of my humble faux wood flooring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Do This!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. “Why by a book when you can join a library.” &lt;em&gt;When was your last trip to a library?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My last trip was a few weeks ago when I returned books from 2009. Yes, Gandalf, anyone can join a library, but one is not allowed to make notes or draw scary pictures in library books!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. “People see me in the suit and they know I'm not fooling anyone, they know I'm rock and roll through and through.” &lt;em&gt;Does your attire properly represent you?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, Frodo, I've never seen you in a suit, and from your picture above, you aren't screaming "rock &amp; roll!" My friends at work think I dress like Blanche from "The Golden Girls." That's my body age, but my maturity is that of a 35 year old trying to hold on to her twenties!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. “I'm from a little place called England ... We used to run the world before you.” &lt;em&gt;Do you feel the United States really runs the world?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm from a little place called Anaheim, Gollum, where the Happiest Place is the World is located. We used to be the greatest theme park of all time! I feel that the United States may have run the world during the Reagan Administration, but not any more. It's every country for themselves now!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. “No one grows up saying 'I hope I work in an office one day?' And that fascinated me. People from 16 to 65 are just thrown together and that is a tantalizing mix.” &lt;em&gt;When was the last time that you worked in an office like that?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen, Aragorn, a lot of people grow up saying "I hope I work in an office one day...while I am waiting to interview for my dream job!" It is a great mix to see what gets thrown together. Some people like it, and forget about their dream job because they are having so much fun! I work in an office like that right now! (I'm still waiting for that dream job!)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. “Where there's a will-there's a relative!” &lt;em&gt;Do you have a will? If yes, have you ever changed it?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to have a will, until I had children, and then I decided to spend it all while I am still alive!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "When I see a toreador in a bullfight getting gored I think: `Good, you shouldn't be in there`. What is the pleasure in seeing an animal speared to death? It`s the same with fox hunting. They`re just psychopaths.” &lt;em&gt;How do you feel about bull fighting and hunting?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, now, Boromir, haven't you ever watched a tennis match between the US and UK? It's very close to a bullfight, don'tcha think? Also, I don't think those involved are exactly psychopaths; they are making a living doing something at which they are good. I do not agree with any kind of fighting, whether it be human to human, animal to animal, human to animal or animal to human. I think hunting animals for sport is tops on my "you are really messed up" list!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. “Money gives me the creeps and mildly embarrasses me. I get paid too much anyway.” &lt;em&gt;Have you ever thought that you were over paid for a job?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, Sauron, money gives you the creeps? Try spending some of it. Then, it won't seem so creepy any more! Never in my entire lowly life have I thought I was overpaid for anything, especially for a job!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. “I hate lateness. I hate people who are late. There is no excuse for turning up late for anything. I`ve never been late for anything in my life. I was actually born a week premature, because I wanted to be early for my own birth.” &lt;em&gt;Are you usually on time for things?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think that some people are never late, like my DH. On the other hand, some people, like moi, try so very hard to be early or on time, but it just doesn't happen all that often! I think most people should be forgiving of others who share this disease with me. Hate, my friend Legolas, is a very strong word. You might want to be careful to not throw it around too much!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. “I have plenty of pet hates. I can`t stand people scraping their plate or slurping their soup. I can`t stand waiting in lines. I hate people talking inanely about the Lord Of The Rings. I hate people whistling. But I`m not like this because I`m famous. I`ve always been a grumpy bastard.” &lt;em&gt;What are your “pet hates”?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like I said, Sam, hate is a very strong word. Here in the states we say "peeve" instead of "hate." I not only scrape my plate and slurp my soup, I also will wait in line, especially to see unknown celebrity, if I think the outcome will benefit me or someone I know. I can't whistle, so there's something about me you don't hate! And yes, you are a grumpy person!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. “I don`t like all this stupid Gollum begat Wobblo and the Oompa Loompas and...Oh Jesus Christ! There was too much "Oh, God, here come the gloodloys..." Christ Almighty, what are they talking about!?” &lt;em&gt;Are you a fan of “Lord of the Rings”?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a matter of fact, Witch-King of Agmar, I am a fan of the "Lord of the Rings!" I am also a fan of the Lord, AND I REALLY HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE THROW HIS NAME AROUND LIKE IT WAS TRASH!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now, I sure feel better. How about you? Please click on the Wednesday Wickedness logo below and see what some of the other fans of "whatshisname" said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jjatww.blogspot.com" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461178542952606178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2cobFMPcGo/S8oA80Os6eI/AAAAAAAAX5M/hAZVuMV2Fyc/s320/Wednesday+small+Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by. Enjoy the rest of your week. Snow Day Thursday in the LOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-358069153289593467?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/358069153289593467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=358069153289593467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/358069153289593467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/358069153289593467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/01/wednesday-wickedness-who-is-this-guy.html' title='Wednesday Wickedness - Who Is This Guy?'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTZEjN78ZHI/AAAAAAAABG8/-MKBvIJLu2I/s72-c/Ricky%2BGervais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-4658980321354417479</id><published>2011-01-16T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T13:55:16.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invisible; falling; dance; dream'/><title type='text'>To Be Invisible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTNnPvfAmiI/AAAAAAAABG0/59jN5gA325w/s1600/The%2BInvisible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTNnPvfAmiI/AAAAAAAABG0/59jN5gA325w/s400/The%2BInvisible.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562903484874922530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been following this great blog called "Sunday Scribblings" for a few weeks, but just haven't gotten up the nerve to put it out there yet. Each week, we followers are given a prompt with which to write about, either in story or prose (or even song I think!) This Sunday's prompt is &lt;strong&gt;"Invisible."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I have wished to be completely &lt;strong&gt;invisible&lt;/strong&gt;...like the time I was late to class in junior high school and wiped out when I tried to swing my ever-so-delicate butt into my chair. My face caught fire with embarrassment. To top it off, the teacher accused me of purposely falling to get attention! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the story behind the movie &lt;strong&gt;"The Invisible"&lt;/strong&gt; where a teen who isn't aware he has died, continues to walk among the living, attempting to communicate, but no one responds to him. There was a time that I felt as though I could have been that boy, when I was back in high school at a dance. It seemed like all the girls around me were getting asked to dance. Boys would brush by to ask the girl behind or next to me if they wanted to dance. I would smile but they just seemed to look right through me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I could never be the &lt;strong&gt;invisible&lt;/strong&gt; one in my dreams? I wanted to follow people around just to see what their life was like. I so wanted to see how others dealt with certain circumstances, whether they triumphed with joy, or shriveled with fear. Instead, and in most instances, I was followed by an &lt;strong&gt;invisible&lt;/strong&gt; whom I never knew. Sometimes it was a comfort. Other times it scared the crap out of me. I could feel someone close to me; I could hear whispering voices; and I could see the results of negative antics. (I must have watched too many Twilight Zone shows when I was a kid!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of us want to be a part of life...almost any form of it, as opposed to being invisible somewhere, observing as it all happens around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop by &lt;a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/2011/01/250-invisible.html"&gt;Sunday Scribblings&lt;/a&gt; and shower yourself with some very creative writings!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by today.  Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-4658980321354417479?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/4658980321354417479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=4658980321354417479' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/4658980321354417479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/4658980321354417479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-be-invisible.html' title='To Be Invisible'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TTNnPvfAmiI/AAAAAAAABG0/59jN5gA325w/s72-c/The%2BInvisible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-3438762678667871279</id><published>2011-01-16T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T08:36:55.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lottery; birthdays; win;'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - LOOZER!</title><content type='html'>It's another day in paradise with new challenges all the time! Jenny Matlock from Saturday Centus has sucked us in for another week of difficult tasks. We are writers, with a lot to say. She wants us to say it in 25 words (it's usually 100), and I thought I wasn't going to succeed. But, I did it! The prompt for this week is &lt;strong&gt;"the lottery ticket..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week I buy one. &lt;br /&gt;Our birthdays are the numbers.&lt;br /&gt;I never win, but I always buy, &lt;br /&gt;except for yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Guess what numbers won? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop by Saturday Centus and enjoy reading some very short stories! Just click on the logo below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-3438762678667871279?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/3438762678667871279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=3438762678667871279' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3438762678667871279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3438762678667871279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/01/saturday-centus-loozer.html' title='Saturday Centus - LOOZER!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-8889184655856342867</id><published>2011-01-09T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:42:15.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice hat; Rose Parade; paparazzi'/><title type='text'>Rose Parade Leftovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TSpc51tZutI/AAAAAAAABGs/A_EpRC8_-A8/s1600/Snow%2BOrange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TSpc51tZutI/AAAAAAAABGs/A_EpRC8_-A8/s400/Snow%2BOrange.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560358838682106578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel like an idiot" Otto complained. “This Fez-like hat is such a joke! They were supposed to remove all props at the end of the parade. I'm still wearing this stupid fake ice hat, and my arms and legs are still covered with the same, stupid fake ice! And, as if I couldn't be humiliated any more, some stupid paparazzi clicks away, and now I'm on the front of 'The Citrus Star', along with all the other stupid Rose Parade leftovers, and I fear that I will be remembered for this ridiculous look! Will somebody please just squeeze me?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Matlock, threw us a zinger this week for Saturday Centus, and instead of writing 100 words or less in response to a written prompt, she wants us to write about a picture. Jenny, you are so strict sometimes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click on the logo below and read some &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; creative stories about an ice covered orange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-8889184655856342867?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/8889184655856342867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=8889184655856342867' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8889184655856342867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8889184655856342867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/01/rose-parade-leftovers.html' title='Rose Parade Leftovers'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TSpc51tZutI/AAAAAAAABGs/A_EpRC8_-A8/s72-c/Snow%2BOrange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-7034826826458994382</id><published>2011-01-02T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T09:26:22.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tornado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missouri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='severe weather'/><title type='text'>Sundays in My City - Bad Mama Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TSCrLfwTzjI/AAAAAAAABGc/COdpBLbfM-I/s1600/Tornado%2BSunburst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TSCrLfwTzjI/AAAAAAAABGc/COdpBLbfM-I/s400/Tornado%2BSunburst.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557630154166226482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Sundays in My City, St. Louis Style! I did not take this picture as I did not want to interfere with the clean-up, or more importantly, I wanted to give residents the privacy they needed during this very unfortunate act of nature. The pictures used in this post are from the files of the St. Louis Dispatch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missourians, as well as "ians" of bordering states, are well aware that a tornado could occur at almost any time there is a strong weather system passing through. Just as Californians are aware that an earthquake could occur at any time, as well. However, there is a bit more warning time for tornados. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture was taken in a neighborhood about 20 minutes from where I live. The tornado also touched down in a neighborhood within five minutes of where I live. My neighborhood had no damage whatsoever. That's how it is with tornados; they are sort of hit &amp; miss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TSCtgUrkBUI/AAAAAAAABGk/hQOqbFGSmPc/s1600/12-31%2BTornado1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TSCtgUrkBUI/AAAAAAAABGk/hQOqbFGSmPc/s400/12-31%2BTornado1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557632710994036034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gentleman and his wife escaped serious injury by way of what I consider to be divine intervention. The wife was running to her basement when a tree crashed through the sliding door window and blocked her from the basement door. She was knocked under the kitchen island by the refrigerator which broke free. She hid under the kitchen island and was spared. The husband was across the street moving a car into the garage. He hid under a tractor in the garage and only suffered a minor gash in his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Nature...you were a bad, bad girl! There are some good things happen after these tantrums, over which Mama has no control. People immediately come together and help those in need; service organizations jump in and find those in need; and people get down on their knees and pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift up each and every person who has been affected by this event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thanks to Unknown Mami, who sponsors this wonderful meme where bloggers can visit and learn about places all over the world. Please click on the below logo and see what interesting places there are to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unknownmami.com/?s=Sundays+In+My+city" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Unknown Mami" src="http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt184/UnknownMami/SundaysinmyCity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in St. Louis, Missouri! Welcome to my City!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-7034826826458994382?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/7034826826458994382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=7034826826458994382' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7034826826458994382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/7034826826458994382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/01/sundays-in-my-city-bad-mama-nature.html' title='Sundays in My City - Bad Mama Nature'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TSCrLfwTzjI/AAAAAAAABGc/COdpBLbfM-I/s72-c/Tornado%2BSunburst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-8316414590813867367</id><published>2011-01-01T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T09:22:14.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions; Jenny Matlock; New Year;'/><title type='text'>Lovely!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way for me to start my year out by joining fellow bloggers who are huge fans of SATURDAY CENTUS by Jenny Matlock. She is one hard-working woman with a great sense of humor and incredible writing talent. She sponsors several weekly memes, this being my favorite! She gives us a prompt and challenges us to write a short story of 100 words or less around that prompt. It's always a treat for me to read the creative pieces by other talented writers. This week's prompt is in bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She pulled out her crumpled up list of resolutions.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know why I continue to make a list every year! By mid-month, I’ve checked off at least half of my good intentions” she said to herself. "I guess seeing it written down makes me own them a little more rather than losing them in the abyss of my brain. Maybe I could spread the list out over a year instead of trying to finish it all at once. Can you blame me for wanting to hold on to the joyful feeling that comes from another’s smile?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You look lovely!” she said to the elderly woman.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by. Please visit Jenny by clicking on the logo below and dare to be intrigued by some fabulous writers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-8316414590813867367?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/8316414590813867367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=8316414590813867367' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8316414590813867367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8316414590813867367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2011/01/lovely.html' title='Lovely!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-890273479134018622</id><published>2010-12-31T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T09:35:35.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie Perry'/><title type='text'>Firework!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TR7GDKohdvI/AAAAAAAABGU/f6ZEAVMzODU/s1600/Katie%2BPerry%2B-%2BFirework.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TR7GDKohdvI/AAAAAAAABGU/f6ZEAVMzODU/s400/Katie%2BPerry%2B-%2BFirework.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557096747917997810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooooooooo! I've been lurking lately and leaving little notes when I can. My time management skills are horrible right now! I'm very sorry. I can barely find the time or energy to latch on to the weekly memes that I so love! So, I will add to my "New Year's List of Things To Do" item #23: MAKE MORE TIME TO WRITE!!!!! (even if it means that I give up 30 minutes of "sogging" on the couch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry has a new song out (it's probably been out forEVA, but it's new to me) that has lyrics that move me to tears. I think it's the kind of message that one would give to a good friend who is a little down, or in my case, each of my four children. They all have their special talents and I would love to watch them soar through the sky while sharing their best. Please check out her &lt;a href="http://katyperry.com"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; when you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the New Year, a healthier me, a few more "snow days" and a car that can pass the safety and emissions tests! Oh, and I'm looking forward to a lot more reading and writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who have entertained and touched me with your writing (which is just about everyone). I have received so much of what I needed to hear. I wish you all a very happy and fulfilling year with healthy babies, adventures beyond your wildest dreams, and so many hugs and kisses that you can't stand it any longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-890273479134018622?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/890273479134018622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=890273479134018622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/890273479134018622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/890273479134018622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2010/12/firework.html' title='Firework!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TR7GDKohdvI/AAAAAAAABGU/f6ZEAVMzODU/s72-c/Katie%2BPerry%2B-%2BFirework.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-2536783405475443125</id><published>2010-12-18T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T08:30:25.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa; toys; facebook; flu;'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - Santa's Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Saturday Centus, hosted by the Divine Jenny Matlock! Her challenge is to write a 100 word post about the prompt that she provides. The prompt is not included in the word count of the post. This week's challenge is in bold type below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a week before Christmas. Everyone worked overtime to handle the extra requests. When Santa joined Facebook the requests tripled. He worked late reading each request and soon found himself in bed with the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll never finish!” Santa cried to Elf Larkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Relax, Santa” Larkin replied, “I’ll handle it!” Off he scurried and didn’t return until Christmas Eve, with the list of names, matched up with toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We had such a demand for the FT-105 racers that we ran out. So, we used all of the FT-103 racers that we had in stock” Larkin boasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa’s eyes crossed. &lt;strong&gt;“What was he thinking? OMG Elves are soooo 2009…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus by clicking on the logo below. You will enjoy the posts of many others who have met the challenge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful (last-shopping) weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-2536783405475443125?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/2536783405475443125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=2536783405475443125' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2536783405475443125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2536783405475443125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2010/12/saturday-centus-santas-dilemma.html' title='Saturday Centus - Santa&apos;s Dilemma'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-8534794703462454019</id><published>2010-12-17T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:05:12.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sparkle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan Steffend'/><title type='text'>Saturday Samplings - "...and she sparkled"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TQwkNeCx8II/AAAAAAAABGA/6PsYQp-quMc/s1600/andshesparkled-01%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TQwkNeCx8II/AAAAAAAABGA/6PsYQp-quMc/s400/andshesparkled-01%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551852254462603394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in November I wrote a post about a fantastic book that I was given. It's called "...and she sparkled" by Joan Steffend. I'm not blowing my own horn by recommending one of my own posts; I just want everyone to have the opportunity to check out the book. It's a heartwarming read, by a lovely lady. Please click &lt;a href="http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-she-sparkled.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to go to my post, and then once you are there, please visit her website where you can literally read the book and watch a short video of Joan talking about the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back and let me know what you think. Have a wonderful...last weekend to shop...weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-8534794703462454019?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/8534794703462454019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=8534794703462454019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8534794703462454019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8534794703462454019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2010/12/saturday-samplings-and-she-sparkled.html' title='Saturday Samplings - &quot;...and she sparkled&quot;'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TQwkNeCx8II/AAAAAAAABGA/6PsYQp-quMc/s72-c/andshesparkled-01%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-6026913157412449685</id><published>2010-12-14T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:54:58.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perseverence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie Andrews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opportunities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatres'/><title type='text'>Just a Spoonful of Sugar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TQgPkxNQO7I/AAAAAAAABF4/rGnE6MseEOA/s1600/Julie_Andrews_1%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TQgPkxNQO7I/AAAAAAAABF4/rGnE6MseEOA/s400/Julie_Andrews_1%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550703665092770738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello from a favorite meme of mine which is sponsored by Wednesday Wickedness. Each week,the lovely Janera posts ten quotes from a well-known celebrity, and then poses 10 questions for us to answer following each quote. This week's celebrity is one of my all-time favorites, Julie Andrews. Her performance in Mary Poppins placed the acting seed in me. Although my life has changed paths, I will always have a special place for her in my heart. Thank you Ms. Andrews! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy her quotes and my sometimes off the wall responses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. “All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.” &lt;em&gt;Have ever felt that you’ve been in love with someone constantly over a long period of time?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like Brad or George, or maybe even Kevin? Actually, I've been married for 34 years. I think love played a part in that. (And maybe some money, some luck and being in the right place at the right time!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. “I am an optimistic lady.” &lt;em&gt;How optimistic are you?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Optimistic about what? That I will win the lottery, that I will lose 100 pounds, that my kids will buy me a beach house? Yeah, it could happen! At this point in my life, I am very optimistic. I spent a good deal of my life with negative feelings, and it was a lot of hard work. It's much easier (and since I like things to be uncomplicated) to think, hope and pray for good things to happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. “I don't think today's younger audience... would even know what 1920s musicals were like.” Do you have any knowledge of 1920 films or musicals? &lt;em&gt;If yes, any favorites? &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As much as I love movies and theatre, you'd think I could rattle off a bunch of older movies, but my talents do not include photographic memory. I loved the old musicals and dancing movies. I am reminded of the song from A Chorus Line, "At The Ballet", where everyone is beautiful. Watching those movies, as well as, today's song and dance shows, make me feel a part of them as if I were on stage and involved. That feels good.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. “I hate the word wholesome.” &lt;em&gt;Play word association. I say “wholesome” and you say: &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hostess Cupcakes.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. “I have always wished I could learn to be a potter. I love collecting ceramics; it would be so fulfilling to create something lovely.” &lt;em&gt;What have you always wished that you could be? &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thin.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. “Perseverance is failing 19 times and succeeding the 20th.” &lt;em&gt;Tell us about something that you had to persevere through. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Childbirth...but I am not going to do it 16 more times. I'm not crazy!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. “Some people regard discipline as a chore. For me, it is a kind of order that sets me free to fly.” &lt;em&gt;How do you define your self discipline? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It can't be defined...I have none.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. “Sometimes opportunities float right past your nose. Work hard, apply yourself, and be ready. When an opportunity comes you can grab it.” &lt;em&gt;Have you ever missed a golden opportunity? &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a few hours? My reference above to "being in the right place at the right time" is something with which I am not familiar! I did have an opportunity to apply for a position as a flight attendant, but bailed because I was afraid of losing a boyfriend. I also found myself walking to the admissions office of a law school when I realized that not only did I have no money, I would have to put off having children. I wanted to be a mom without too many other stresses. Oh, and I once auditioned for "The Dating Game", but I tried too hard to be funny, which wasn't really who I was at the time. Moral: Be yourself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. “In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun. You find the fun and... SNAP! The job's a game!” &lt;em&gt;Have you ever had that perfect job that was always entertaining? &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes. My job as a mom has always been entertaining...not always fun, but always entertaining!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. “Sometimes I'm so sweet even I can't stand it.” &lt;em&gt;Has anyone ever considered you as sweet? &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, the students at the middle school where I work. They think I'm really sweet when I write them late passes to class!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by! Please pop over to the Wicked Lady at Wednesday Wickedness and say hello! Just click on the logo below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jjatww.blogspot.com" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461178542952606178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2cobFMPcGo/S8oA80Os6eI/AAAAAAAAX5M/hAZVuMV2Fyc/s320/Wednesday+small+Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1782670332245315517-6026913157412449685?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/6026913157412449685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=6026913157412449685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6026913157412449685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6026913157412449685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-spoonful-of-sugar.html' title='Just a Spoonful of Sugar....'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TQgPkxNQO7I/AAAAAAAABF4/rGnE6MseEOA/s72-c/Julie_Andrews_1%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-6219434949154131709</id><published>2010-12-12T08:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:01:20.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wimpy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sledding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundays in My City'/><title type='text'>Sundays In My City - Brrrrrrrrr!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TQT5agv2DJI/AAAAAAAABFo/ALU-CcnSyaw/s1600/Backyard%2B12-12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TQT5agv2DJI/AAAAAAAABFo/ALU-CcnSyaw/s400/Backyard%2B12-12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549834874689817746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's news showed film of beach buddies basking in Venice Beach, CA.  The newscasters moaned and groaned. Then they started with our local weather. First they said we would get a dusting. Then they said the whole dang storm was going to pass us by. I was secretly hoping they were wrong...AND THEY WERE!!! I don't have to work at either job today and I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is from my kitchen window (because I'm too wimpy to go outside and shoot).  We have a "bowl" in the common area behind our house, which, I am told, was supposed to be a pond when the subdivision was built.  It never became a pond, but does occasionaly when we get a hard and fast rain...and only lasts for a few hours.  So, in the winter, it is a magnet for kids on sleds!  I am such a wimp! When the kids were little, I would watch them play in the snow from the house. I would only throw on boots and a coat if I saw a crowd of kids waiving their arms for assistance with a downed sledder whose limbs were bent in unnatural positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This storm won't constitute a "snow day" tomorrow, as I am sure by then all of the streets will be plowed and there will be no excuse why I couldn't drive or walk .5 mile to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is brought to you by Unknown Mami at Sundays in My City.  Please click on the logo below and take a stroll through the streets of San Francisco! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unknownmami.com/?s=Sundays+In+My+city" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Unknown Mami" src="http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt184/UnknownMami/SundaysinmyCity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are basking in the sun, or making snow angels, I hope you have a delightful Sunday in your city! I live in St. Louis, Missouri.  Welcome to my city!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-6219434949154131709?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/6219434949154131709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=6219434949154131709' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6219434949154131709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6219434949154131709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2010/12/sundays-in-my-city-brrrrrrrrr.html' title='Sundays In My City - Brrrrrrrrr!!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TQT5agv2DJI/AAAAAAAABFo/ALU-CcnSyaw/s72-c/Backyard%2B12-12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-3313741424068510394</id><published>2010-12-11T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:24:25.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gasp!  It's Saturday Centus!</title><content type='html'>I love this weekly meme sponsored by &lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-centus-week-28.html"&gt;Jenny Matlock&lt;/a&gt;.  Each week, she gives us a prompt and challenges us to write a story using the prompt but no more than 100 words in length.  I hope you enjoy it! (The prompt is in bold.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was a hypochondriac.  She frequently acquired a deadly disease, which, of course, came with a tumor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I die, I want to be buried in a fur coat and my red heels and nothing else!” she’d say from her deathbed(s). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, mom” I said. “I promise!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was twenty years ago.  As I prepared for a move to the opposite coast, I began to clean out closets.  In the corner of the master closet was a duffle bag that belonged to my dad. I had forgotten I had it. I opened the bag and pulled out a box. &lt;strong&gt;An involuntary gasp of shock escaped my lips when I opened the shoebox and saw the red pointy-toed shoes..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh-oh!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit Jenny by clicking on the logo below.  There are many other short stories to amuse you!  Thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-3313741424068510394?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/3313741424068510394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=3313741424068510394' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3313741424068510394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/3313741424068510394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2010/12/gasp-its-saturday-centus.html' title='Gasp!  It&apos;s Saturday Centus!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-2862176798495735859</id><published>2010-12-09T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T04:17:37.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job; dressing rooms; Calvin Klein; decorations; dogs'/><title type='text'>Exhausted Fragments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TQIaIGwJcyI/AAAAAAAABFY/wEha1zaEC_Y/s1600/exhausted%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TQIaIGwJcyI/AAAAAAAABFY/wEha1zaEC_Y/s400/exhausted%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549026417427706658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely Mrs4444 hosts several wonderful memes each week. Friday Fragments is one where you can write about bits and pieces of your week that may not have made an entire post. Please stop by and read about some of her fascinating followers who have shared their fragments by clicking on the logo below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have written several Friday Fragments throughout the last few weeks! I've been so exhausted, however, that I have barely had time to catch up on reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a second job at a local department store. Yes, it's a chain store, and there are a million of them in the U.S. Since I have no cashier experience, my duties consist of emptying dressing rooms and returning the clothes from the rooms to their assigned racks and/or departments. Since I'm new, I don't have a clue as to where anything goes, I walk around with a dozen or so items on hangers until I find their sisters and brothers. I could easily kill an hour looking for the home of these 12 items. And, as I am walking circles around the departments looking to match up pants, tops, dresses, etc., I always find something stuck on the end of something else, and it belongs in the department at the other end of the store! My shift is over before I know it! I know there are millions of people who work two jobs and live to tell about it. I think I might not be around in six months, so I'm telling you now. I'm one of those of "mature" ladies who are beginning to feel the effect of being "large and in charge" (i.e. joints hurt, butt hurts, arms hurt and head hurts from circling the racks looking for the "right" place to dump this Calvin Klein number!) I am exhausted, I'm pooped, I'm ready to crawl into the Wardrobe and find myself in a magical land where I am young, thin and beautiful...forever! Oh, and smart, too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a slacker as far as Christmas decorations are concerned. I've always had them up the first week of December. Maybe I'll get lucky this weekend! Is it me, or does anyone else feel the need to hold back on some decs and keep things simple? I really don't have to see Christmas everywhere I look; there is plenty of that at work! I did get started on my Christmas Song yesterday, as well as, picked up the photo cards from Sams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katya is looking for a new job. No more free blizzards!!!! Ed is still hosting at Olive Garden and now that school is on winter break (for 5 weeks), she hopes to pick up a few more hours. If she can't, she will use it as an excuse to sleep in longer every day. Those teens sure like their sleep, don't they!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's up with the dog? She has to pee just about every two hours. That's a breastfeeding schedule, not a "put on coat &amp; shoes and take me outside in 25 degree weather to spend three seconds peeing!" Every day I threaten her with a crate...why I oughta...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen days and counting....I'm beginning to feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/p/friday-fragments.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy's Idea" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w323/CarbaraB/scan00022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-2862176798495735859?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/2862176798495735859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=2862176798495735859' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2862176798495735859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2862176798495735859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2010/12/exhausted-fragments.html' title='Exhausted Fragments'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TQIaIGwJcyI/AAAAAAAABFY/wEha1zaEC_Y/s72-c/exhausted%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-8168778908835523212</id><published>2010-12-09T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T04:37:41.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thousand words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Thousand Words Thursday</title><content type='html'>Some time ago, &lt;a href="http://www.themomjen.com/"&gt;The Mom Jen, of Cheaper Than Therapy&lt;/a&gt;, started the idea of posting a picture that would tell its own story of a thousand words. I like the idea because at 6:00am, I really have no business writing anything other than "I love my coffee!" It's the season, and this picture is one of my favorites. After you finish feeling sorry for the younger boy, check out Santa's expression!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TQDNWC_Wn6I/AAAAAAAABFQ/TODtdYlvS40/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TQDNWC_Wn6I/AAAAAAAABFQ/TODtdYlvS40/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548660519563861922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-8168778908835523212?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/8168778908835523212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=8168778908835523212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8168778908835523212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8168778908835523212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2010/12/thousand-words-thursday.html' title='Thousand Words Thursday'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TQDNWC_Wn6I/AAAAAAAABFQ/TODtdYlvS40/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-2029752832623591647</id><published>2010-11-25T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:31:59.810-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dry turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jammie day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expensive jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two a day meals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling down'/><title type='text'>Writer's Workshop - Thanksgiving Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TO74xVDc7YI/AAAAAAAABEw/b-cWBUCi-OQ/s1600/Thanksgiving%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TO74xVDc7YI/AAAAAAAABEw/b-cWBUCi-OQ/s400/Thanksgiving%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543641717688561026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of my Thanksgiving growing up were of driving to my grandmother's apartment to have dinner. She always cooked the turkey and everyone else brought the sides. The turkey was always dry. I grew up thinking that's how turkey was supposed to taste! After the meal, my dad and aunt would take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I married, we split holidays with each of our families because everyone lived within an hour of each other. My mom started cooking the turkey for my family and I realized that turkey was really good when it was moist. We always ate at 2:00pm. Once all the leftovers were divided up between the three of us adult children, we hugged, kissed and said our goodbyes. Off we went to the other parent's house, where we partook in a second turkey dinner at 5:00pm. Not wanting to hurt anyone family feelings, we always ate twice... and put on a few pounds between Thanksgiving and Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our family has moved to "middle earth" we no longer have to rush around, scarfing down the first meal and then the second. We can stay in our jammies all day if we want, and we can take our time preparing the mass quantities of food that seems so difficult to reduce... Everyone makes a side, the turkey cooks in a rotisserie, and the pies cook while we eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the prompt I wanted to write about. Since I don't feel any of my Thanksgiving holidays were interesting or filled with wonderful smells, I chose to write about that time I fell down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TO77HiRclTI/AAAAAAAABE4/mfBnXsMgOBI/s1600/Cable%2BCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TO77HiRclTI/AAAAAAAABE4/mfBnXsMgOBI/s400/Cable%2BCar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543644298217297202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My H and I were in San Francisco a year after we were married. We were crossing a street close to Fisherman's Wharf. Of course, he was walking ten paces ahead of me, and I was trying to double my steps to catch up with him. I didn't see that there were little pockets in the crosswalk and managed to step into one of them. I can clearly remember falling into the pavement. As I hit the street, first with my arms, then with the rest of me, I let out a loud and anguished grunting-type noise. You know, the kind of grunt that one makes when they have been hit in the stomach with a very strong fist or baseball bat... My H was oblivious to the fall and continued to walk to the curb. He then turned to make sure that I was still ten paces behind him and saw that I was face down in the middle of the street! He stood still and watched...and laughed... I slowly brought myself to my feet and finished crossing the street. I was bright red with embarrassment, but could only laugh along with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, I walked and still do today, with my eyes on the ground in front of me! I still find myself finding unlevel places to trip over, but I manage to catch myself before going down for the count!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TO79sGUtBpI/AAAAAAAABFA/6Er6rwxTxlE/s1600/brooch20%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TO79sGUtBpI/AAAAAAAABFA/6Er6rwxTxlE/s400/brooch20%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543647125393180306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such walk occurred in an outdoor mall in Los Angeles. As I looked for holes to avoid, a shiny object on the ground caught my eye. I picked it up and examined it. It looked like a very pretty broken broach with rhinestones. I looked around to see if someone was looking for it, but there were only shoppers coming and going. I brought it home and showed it to my mom. She could tell the difference between a rhinestone and something a little more valuable. She took it to a jeweler and then called me that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sitting down, honey?" she asked in a tone that made me feel like good news was coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I'm sitting" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This rhinestone broach is a one and one-half carat diamond surrounded by 18 smaller diamond chips!" My heart skipped a beat and it was difficult to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gosh!" I screamed. "I don't believe it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, dear" she replied, "believe it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there and laughed. Because of my humiliating experience in San Francisco, I changed a behavior that led me to find a treasure! I felt like the luckiest girl in the world that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click the logo below and catch up with some amazing stories of Thanksgiving... or falling down... written by the many admirers of Kat at Mama's Losin' It.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ahref="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank" &gt;&lt;img src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/poodle4.jpg" alt="Mama's Losin' It" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-2029752832623591647?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/2029752832623591647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=2029752832623591647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2029752832623591647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/2029752832623591647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2010/11/writers-workshop-thanksgiving-memories.html' title='Writer&apos;s Workshop - Thanksgiving Memories'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TO74xVDc7YI/AAAAAAAABEw/b-cWBUCi-OQ/s72-c/Thanksgiving%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-4004287653664282792</id><published>2010-11-23T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:34:22.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judy Garland'/><title type='text'>Judy, Judy, Judy - Wickedness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOyjKAvl1PI/AAAAAAAABEo/c_05RT9tBio/s1600/Judy-garland_1%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOyjKAvl1PI/AAAAAAAABEo/c_05RT9tBio/s400/Judy-garland_1%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542984633779868914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this always fascinating meme sponsored by Wednesday Wickedness. Each week, Janera posts quotes from a well-known celebrity, and then poses questions to the reader following the quotes. This week's meme posts quotes from a well-known actress, loved by so very many, Judy Garland! I hope you enjoy her quotes and my thought-provoking responses! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Do This!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else." &lt;em&gt;Have you ever realized that you were trying to be like someone else?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think because I've grown up being a people pleaser, I would be different versions to different people. I feel I am now a bonafide schizo and really don't know who I am. And, with the slight memory problems that I have, I wake up each morning a different person! It's fun...sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Behind every cloud is another cloud." &lt;em&gt;Are you more optimistic or pessimistic about things?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It really takes so much more energy to find all the bad things in life. Since I am naturally lazy, and slackish, I prefer to be optimistic as much as possible. Besides, you don't get that big vertical dent in your forehead from the constant frown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "How strange when an illusion dies. It's as though you've lost a child." &lt;em&gt;Tell us about a time when you realized your perception of reality was an illusion.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was quite upset when I learned that monkeys didn't fly! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "I've never looked through a keyhole without finding someone was looking back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever felt someone was watching you a bit too closely?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, that someone is called Mother-in-Law! I really shouldn't say that I think I'm being watched all the time... but sometimes I feel like I'm in the middle of a snow globe. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "If you have to be in a soap opera try not to get the worst role." &lt;em&gt;Have you ever had a job that you were embarrassed by?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been very fortunate to find work that I believed in. However, I did appear as an extra in a B movie about 30 years ago...that I never talk about...because it is still available online! &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 'In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people." &lt;em&gt;Do you feel that you need a lover to make you feel “whole”?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Absolutely not! I need at least two or three to get the job done right!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "If I am a legend, then why am I so lonely?" &lt;em&gt;Tell us about a time when you felt lonely.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt a little lonely after I ate my first "Tommy's Burger"...which was smothered in Chili. Nobody would come within 10 feet of me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "I can live without money, but I cannot live without love." &lt;em&gt;Would you rather be rich and alone or live with love from a lover?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It depends on the lover...and how rich he is!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "I try to bring the audience's own drama - tears and laughter they know about - to them." &lt;em&gt;Tell us about the last movie that you saw where you could feel the drama as though you were living it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Planes, Trains and Automobiles" because it mirrors my life. I'm always trying to get somewhere and always having to change directions! I do, however, get to meet some very interesting people along the way!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "I was born at the age of twelve on an MGM lot." &lt;em&gt;What was your life like at 12?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Born at the age of 12? I bet your mom was mad! Actually, at the age of 12, I was in the 6th grade, I had a crush on about three boys, and I finally got a better grade than the smartest girl in school. Life was good!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for bearing with me. For some really interesting and funny stuff, click on the logo below and say hello to Janera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jjatww.blogspot.com" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461178542952606178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2cobFMPcGo/S8oA80Os6eI/AAAAAAAAX5M/hAZVuMV2Fyc/s320/Wednesday+small+Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1782670332245315517-4004287653664282792?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/4004287653664282792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=4004287653664282792' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/4004287653664282792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/4004287653664282792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2010/11/judy-judy-judy-wickedness.html' title='Judy, Judy, Judy - Wickedness'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOyjKAvl1PI/AAAAAAAABEo/c_05RT9tBio/s72-c/Judy-garland_1%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-6331713508765900082</id><published>2010-11-17T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:29:57.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In-N-Out Burgers; Five Guys Burgers; fries; shakes; restaurants'/><title type='text'>"I" is for In-N-Out Burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOS0c5rbhEI/AAAAAAAABDw/0EqFEiPK9uk/s1600/In-n-out%2Bdaytime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOS0c5rbhEI/AAAAAAAABDw/0EqFEiPK9uk/s400/In-n-out%2Bdaytime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540751850184868930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on this story for a few weeks. It begins as a fact based comparison between the West Coast's In-N-Out Burger and the East Coast's Five Guys Burgers. I'm a Southern Cali girl, so you should know up front that this story will be a biased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1948, the first In-N-Out Burger was founded by Harry and Esther Snyder in Baldwin Park, CA. Harry's idea of a drive-thru hamburger stand where customers could order through a two-way speaker box was quite unique. In that era, it was common to see carhops serving those who wanted to order food from their car. Harry's idea caught on and California's first drive-thru hamburger stand was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Snyder's business philosophy was simple: "Give customers the freshest, highest quality foods you can buy and provide them with friendly service in a sparkling clean environment." These principles have worked so well over the years that they are still the company's fundamental philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOS02dr8-qI/AAAAAAAABD4/_F-rpUoGiVw/s1600/in-n-out%2B3%2Bmuskateers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOS02dr8-qI/AAAAAAAABD4/_F-rpUoGiVw/s400/in-n-out%2B3%2Bmuskateers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540752289347467938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The In-N-Out menu consists of three burger varieties: hamburger, cheeseburger, and "Double-Double" (double meat/double cheese). French fries and fountain drinks are available, as well as three flavors of milkshakes. The hamburgers come with lettuce, tomato, with or without onions (the customer is asked upon ordering, and may have them fresh or grilled), and a sauce, which is called "spread". There is no pressure to make a quick decision. Order one style of burger, fries and a drink. Personally, I always order a shake with my burger. It's like milk and cookies; how else would you have it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOWdTc2LoAI/AAAAAAAABEY/FhvupCRhgpY/s1600/in-n-out%2Bmenu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOWdTc2LoAI/AAAAAAAABEY/FhvupCRhgpY/s400/in-n-out%2Bmenu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541007874035785730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a few modifications in recent years. The original In-N-Out offered only drive-thru and walk up service. Most of the newer In-N-Out Burger locations provide indoor and outdoor seating. Aside from building improvements, though, In-N-Out has retained the basic traditions that have made it a favorite for 60 years. I love it because it's simple, quick, fresh and delicious! (And they toast their buns!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the similar interiors of the restaurants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN-N-OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOWcUywSrMI/AAAAAAAABEQ/TMxSfDZ2B-E/s1600/Vegas%2BIn-N-Out.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOWcUywSrMI/AAAAAAAABEQ/TMxSfDZ2B-E/s400/Vegas%2BIn-N-Out.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541006797584903362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE GUYS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOWcAneSxGI/AAAAAAAABEI/aTaRXYFNGYA/s1600/Five%2BGuys%2BInside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOWcAneSxGI/AAAAAAAABEI/aTaRXYFNGYA/s400/Five%2BGuys%2BInside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541006450959238242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Guys is a quasi upscale fast casual restaurant chain that originated in Arlington, Virginia. The chain sells mainly hamburgers, hot dogs and french fries, and, in contrast to many other restaurants that have a similar menu in a similar market (such as Steak n Shake), Five Guys often serve beer and have a license for the consumption of beer on the premises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sell a really good, juicy burger on a fresh bun. Make perfect French fries. Don't cut corners. That's been the business plan since Jerry Murrell and his sons opened their first burger joint in 1986. When they began selling franchises in 2002, the family had just five stores in northern Virginia. Today, there are 570 stores across the U.S. and Canada, with 2009 sales of $483 million. Overseeing the opening of about four new restaurants a week, the Murrells are proof that flipping burgers doesn't have to be a dead-end job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOWl9Vxlt8I/AAAAAAAABEg/GuY2DT1pZjE/s1600/Five%2BGuys%2BHaving%2BFun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOWl9Vxlt8I/AAAAAAAABEg/GuY2DT1pZjE/s400/Five%2BGuys%2BHaving%2BFun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541017389785003970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only recently learned of Five Guys Burgers, and wanted to give them a try. St. Louis has yet to acquire an In-N-Out, however according to their website, it could be happening in the near future. (It took St. Louis seven years to get a Nordstrom store!) My first impression as I walked in was that it reminded me of In-N-Out without the drive-through. They make their burgers fresh and in front of you. What I didn't like was the menu and the way it was set up. There are just too many choices of items to add to the burger. I became stressed out because all I wanted was a cheeseburger with tomato and lettuce, no onion and no sauce. They have two sizes of fries, with the small size being too much to eat at one meal. AND, THEY DO NOT SERVE SHAKES!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five Guys Facts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are over 250,000 possible ways to order a burger at Five Guys. (stress)&lt;br /&gt;We use only fresh ground beef.  (great that it's fresh, but what about fat?)&lt;br /&gt;There are no freezers in Five Guys locations, just coolers. Nothing is ever frozen. &lt;br /&gt;We use only Peanut oil. (What if one has a peanut allergy?)&lt;br /&gt;Our menu is trans-fat free. (that's nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a visual that compares and contrasts the two restaurants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travelinsurance.org/burgerwars"&gt;&lt;img src="http://consumermedianetwork.s3.amazonaws.com/travel/burgerwars-page.jpg" alt="Burger Wars" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can decide....but if you ask me....hands down its IN-N-OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is in response to Jenny Matlock's Alphabet Thursday meme. Please stop by Jenny's post to read about others who are inspired by The Letter "I". Just click on the logo below and you will be transported to Jenny's Tangents...and post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for spending a few minutes with me today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-6331713508765900082?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/6331713508765900082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=6331713508765900082' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6331713508765900082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/6331713508765900082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-is-for-in-n-out-burger.html' title='&quot;I&quot; is for In-N-Out Burger'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOS0c5rbhEI/AAAAAAAABDw/0EqFEiPK9uk/s72-c/In-n-out%2Bdaytime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-8111105462477080605</id><published>2010-11-17T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T19:31:06.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy George; music; tea; lies; political correctness'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Wickedness - Oh Boy, George!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOSGdGqNHvI/AAAAAAAABDo/TOYBnrW7ItQ/s1600/Boy%2BGeorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOSGdGqNHvI/AAAAAAAABDo/TOYBnrW7ItQ/s400/Boy%2BGeorge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540701276134514418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the always fascinating meme sponsored by Wednesday Wickedness. Each week, Janera posts quotes from a well-known celebrity, and then poses questions to the reader following the quotes. This week's meme posts quotes from singer and celebrity, Boy George. George was already "out" before "coming out" became a common phrase. His creativity and courage to express some of his deepest thoughts are both controversial and entertaining. He lives his life differently than most, but he has made a very unique musical contribution which, I think, has encouraged many young people to follow their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said....here we go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. “I can do anything. In GQ, I appeared as a man.” &lt;em&gt;What have you done that really surprised people?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every time I open my mouth, I surprise someone! Sometimes, I sound like a man...usually first thing in the morning! Actually, I have helped my kids lose their hiccups by suddenly screaming at them...anywhere and anytime!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. “I suppose there is a lot of toughness in me.” &lt;em&gt;What was the last thing that happened that showed you how tough you are?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone once called me "strawberry freckle face." It was all I could do not to take them out. I was ten years old.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. “I try to exist in a world where there is freedom of opinion, where you're allowed to make jokes. I don't want to live in some PC world where no-one's allowed to say anything.” &lt;em&gt;What do you think about being PC (politically correct)?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I work for an organization where political correctness is highly regarded out of fairness for all individuals involved. Honestly, I think most of it is crap! I have to stop and think about "proper responses" every time I open my mouth. It is just too much work for my limited supply of brain cells.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. “I find it difficult to say this, but I'm quite a loving person and I've always been loving to my friends. In the long run, that pays off. I'm very interested in other people, and if you are, they're interested in you.” &lt;em&gt;Do you have an easy time making friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I make friends easily; it's keeping friends that is difficult for me. I suppose it is a result of not being politically correct when expressing myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. “Remember that I was out of the closet at the age of sixteen. My parents knew I was gay; I`d had to tell them.” &lt;em&gt;At what age and situation were you in when you “came out”, in the sense of true honesty, with your parents?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After living together with my (then boyfriend-now spouse of 34 years) ball-and-chain significant other, I finally came clean about the arrangement with my parents. The "coming out" devastated my dad but he got over it three months later when we made it legal.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. “People say things about me all the time and I get over it. I`ve had some appalling things told about me.” &lt;em&gt;What is the worst lie that was told about you that you felt compelled to respond to?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was in high school, we had an authentic covered wagon located in a grassy area of the school. One weekend, it was destroyed by fire started by students who I knew. Those involved were all suspended from school. Someone started a rumor that I had turned them in. It was not true, and I protested being accused, but I had no way of proving that it wasn't me. I suppose if I had been more politically correct, I may have avoided having the finger pointed at me... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. “I'd rather have a cup of tea than sex.” &lt;em&gt;Are there a lot of things more important than sex to you?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, there are certainly things more important than sex, or a cup of tea, although I think it would be interesting to have a cup of tea with George. I think I would rather stick pins in my eyes than have sex. When one is a large woman, there is a lot of hard work involved, and to be honest, I'm just not up for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. “I knew style and content went hand in hand.” &lt;em&gt;What celebrity do you find that their sense of style speaks to you?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry, George, your sense of style just doesn't talk to me. (Did I say that with political correctness?) I hate wearing hats because they make my hair flat and suffocate my head, thereby giving me one heck of a headache!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. “In the '60s everybody wanted to be the Beatles or the Stones, in the '70s there were bands everybody tried to emulate, like Led Zeppelin. And I think in the '80s you had lots of bands that had quite individual sounds, ... '80s Rewind.” &lt;em&gt;What do you think about today's music? How does it compare to what you consider YOUR day?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my day, when dinos and sabres roamed, most of the music was danceable. I can't dance to some of the genre of today. I really miss the 20 minute drum solos, too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. “Most psychiatrists or analysts are a waste of time.” &lt;em&gt;What do you think about shrinks and psychologists?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bite your tongue, George. Without therapists, most of us would have eaten our young by now. You could have been one of those youngs. Besides, where would we get our "happy" pills? Do you think some general practitioner cares whether or not our coping skills are in good shape? I think not. "Just pay the lady at the front desk, please" can mean the difference of living in hell on earth, or making chocolate chip cookies with the kids! We need them...some of us more desperately than others.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad you stopped by today. If you'd like to leave a comment, you don't have to be politically correct.  Just say what you feel...good or bad.  Then click on the logo below and read some of the responses left by people more interesting and funnier than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jjatww.blogspot.com" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461178542952606178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2cobFMPcGo/S8oA80Os6eI/AAAAAAAAX5M/hAZVuMV2Fyc/s320/Wednesday+small+Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1782670332245315517-8111105462477080605?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/8111105462477080605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=8111105462477080605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8111105462477080605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/8111105462477080605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2010/11/wednesday-wickedness-oh-boy-george.html' title='Wednesday Wickedness - Oh Boy, George!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TOSGdGqNHvI/AAAAAAAABDo/TOYBnrW7ItQ/s72-c/Boy%2BGeorge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-9139964581434954409</id><published>2010-11-13T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:17:36.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golden rays; leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tootsie'/><title type='text'>Saturday Centus - Gotta Rake Those Leaves!</title><content type='html'>Once again, I had a brain-dead Saturday morning.  I went back to bed, but please don't tell... I love this weekly meme sponsored by &lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-centus-week-28.html"&gt;Jenny Matlock&lt;/a&gt;.  Each week, she gives us a prompt and challenges us to write a story using the prompt but no more than 100 words in length.  I hope you enjoy it! (The prompt is in bold.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The early November sunshine cast golden rays &lt;/strong&gt;upon the backyard leaves yet to be raked. As I poured my coffee I watched the deer slowly make his way across the yard. He had just assaulted the last of the mums, and was now searching for hidden delights below the leaves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed as I thought "I would never see this in Anaheim. I might see Mickey or Donald, but not a real Bambi!”  I quietly walked to the deck and Tootsie ran ahead of me. She bolted down the stairs to the yard.  As she hit the last step, there was nothing left but dust and leaves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop by Jenny's Saturday Centus and enjoy the creativity of others.  They are all quick reads, so you won't lose too much time.  Just click on the logo below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1782670332245315517-9139964581434954409?l=noexcuses318.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/feeds/9139964581434954409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1782670332245315517&amp;postID=9139964581434954409' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/9139964581434954409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1782670332245315517/posts/default/9139964581434954409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noexcuses318.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-centus-gotta-rake-those-leaves.html' title='Saturday Centus - Gotta Rake Those Leaves!'/><author><name>noexcuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14149834972952594159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUSTcAqK7M/TispImsk00I/AAAAAAAABYg/jtKRkmh89Es/s220/garden%252520fairy%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1782670332245315517.post-2728520261103942286</id><published>2010-11-09T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T04:34:35.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donald; money; investments; luck; battles'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Wickedness - You're Fired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TNntgcIwUpI/AAAAAAAABDg/woYdPgEyVpY/s1600/DonaldTrump%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DKWJexxkvI/TNntgcIwUpI/AAAAAAAABDg/woYdPgEyVpY/s400/DonaldTrump%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537718358393246354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the always fascinating meme sponsored by Wednesday Wickedness. Each week, Janera posts quotes from a well-known celebrity, and then poses questions to the reader following the quotes. This week's meme posts quotes from well-known businessman, entrepreneur and celebrity, Donald Trump. Enjoy his quotes, the questions and my silly responses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. “A little more moderation would be good. Of course, my life hasn't exactly been one of moderation.” &lt;em&gt;Do you live your life by moderation or extremes?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, Don, if I had your bank account, the word "moderation" would not exist in my vocabulary!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. “All of the women on The Apprentice flirted with me - consciously or unconsciously. That's to be expected.” &lt;em&gt;Have you ever thought someone was flirting with you in a work environment? What happened?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course, many have been "unconscious" when they flirted with me. It happens all the time! I've never had to buy my own lunch!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. “As long as your going to be thinking anyway, think big.” &lt;em&gt;Have you ever “thought big” and you wound up crashing and burning?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a big woman. I usually think big. The only time I crash and burn is when I am involved with someone bigger than myself...which happens more often than not.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. “Everything in life is luck.”&lt;em&gt; Do you believe in luck? If not, do you feel it all happens to us for a reason?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sure I believe in luck. That's why I usually come home from Vegas in my underwear! I can't think of a reason why that happens!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. “Experience taught me a few things. One is to listen to your gut, no matter how good something sounds on paper. The second is that you're generally better off sticking with what you know. And the third is that sometimes your best investments are the ones you don't make.” &lt;em&gt;Have you ever benefited big time because you declined an offer, investment, job (Well you get the idea.)?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First, when I listen to my gut, I usually gain a few pounds. Second, how can one stick to what they know...if they don't know anything? Third, after declining to invest in Yahoo, I benefited "big time!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. “I don't make deals for the money. I've got enough, much more than I'll ever need. I do it to do it.” &lt;em&gt;Tell us about someone that you know that has all the money they need.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't, because there is no one who I know in that position.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. “I have made the tough decisions, always with an eye toward the bottom line. Perhaps it's time America was run like a business.”&lt;em&gt; Do you think running your country like a business would be a good thing?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, you have my attention, Donald!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. “I try to learn from the past, but I plan for the future by focusing exclusively on the present. That's were the fun is.” &lt;em&gt;Do you live in the past in any way?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to live in the good times of my past, I stumble through the present, and I dream about the future.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. “If you're interested in 'balancing' work and pleasure, stop trying to balance them. Instead make your work more pleasurable.” &lt;em&gt;How are you at balancing work and pleasure?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I balance work and pleasure by sleeping through it all.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.“Sometimes by losing a battle you find a new way to win the war.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell us about a time that you won the battle but lost the war. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every day of my life is spent in battle. I won't know about winning the war until I breathe my last breath.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking out this Wednesday's craziness. 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