<?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-8379465903877094428</id><updated>2012-02-05T01:06:14.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Comments on the events of my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>256</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-4848082954594507758</id><published>2004-03-29T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on my BETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Hello to all,&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I've decided to concentrate on my BETA Journal for a while. I can write more words and include more graphics there. I won't be putting any entries up here for now.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I would appreciate it if you all would bookmark my BETA and come by there to read my rants and raves. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Just click on this hyper-link:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://beta.journals.aol.com/wfhbear/BETACommentsontheeventsofmylife/"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080 size=4&gt;Comments on the events of my life&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Thanks&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-4848082954594507758?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4848082954594507758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=4848082954594507758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4848082954594507758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4848082954594507758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/working-on-my-beta.html' title='Working on my BETA'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-8876810193799204313</id><published>2004-03-28T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning of Life, Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I got a survey from &lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/onestrangecat/somethingtosmileabout/"&gt;Onestrangecat at SOMETHING&amp;nbsp;TO SMILE ABOUT&lt;/A&gt;,&amp;nbsp;the other day. I finally sat and answered the questions and then posted it on my &lt;A href="http://beta.journals.aol.com/wfhbear/BETACommentsontheeventsofmylife/"&gt;BETA Journal&lt;/A&gt;. It was fun to sit and think of my answers and to read hers. I guess it is a way for us to cultivate a more personal relationship with those we have come to know is our Journaling Community. Go over to my &lt;A href="http://beta.journals.aol.com/wfhbear/BETACommentsontheeventsofmylife/"&gt;BETA Journal&lt;/A&gt; and "give it a shot." You know, Just for the fun of it.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="center" flyingpigs? BillsComments members.aol.com http:&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/flyingpigs" align=center border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-8876810193799204313?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8876810193799204313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=8876810193799204313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8876810193799204313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8876810193799204313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/meaning-of-life-huh.html' title='The Meaning of Life, Huh?'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-6984685697698143162</id><published>2004-03-27T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I've spent most of today in my recliner with my leg in the air. It is the only way I can keep the paion out of my knee. I'll be glad when Tuesday gets here and I can find out what we are going to do about this problem.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;We watched a DVD today call&amp;nbsp;44 Minutes. It is a portrayal of an actual incident. This incident was the highly outgunned LAPD up against a pair of drugged out bank robbers who were weapons experts. They used high powered assault weapons and wore body armour. If you enjoy real excitement consider this the next time you rent a video. I can tell you from experience that it is "the way of the world today"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Hey, check my Beta Journal to read a story about my friend Candace. She is a really great kid.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://beta.journals.aol.com/wfhbear/BETACommentsontheeventsofmylife/"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;BETA Comments on the events of my life&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-6984685697698143162?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6984685697698143162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=6984685697698143162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6984685697698143162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6984685697698143162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/relaxing.html' title='Relaxing'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-6239558263025038626</id><published>2004-03-26T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="center" Roses012004? BillsComments members.aol.com http:&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 329px" height=539 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/Roses012004" width=431 align=center border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Couldn't wait to put this on here. Libby picked it this morning. My Rose bushes are really full of blooms.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://beta.journals.aol.com/wfhbear/BETACommentsontheeventsofmylife/"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080 size=4&gt;BETA Comments on the events of my life&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-6239558263025038626?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6239558263025038626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=6239558263025038626' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6239558263025038626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6239558263025038626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/rose-of-day.html' title='The Rose of the day'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-5464101385726788429</id><published>2004-03-26T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MRI's and X-Rays</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Take a look over at my BETA Journal. I've put up a recent x-ray of Mr. Spirit's leg that shows the plate, screws, and wire that now hold his knee together. It is interesting. &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" butterdog2? http: members.aol.com BillsComments align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;IMG height=1 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/butterdog2" width=15 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The Fedex guy has been here to deliver our lobsters already this morning. They are alive and kicking. We will have clams, lobster, small "new" potaotes, small white onions, and corn on the cob tonight.&amp;nbsp;I'll probably have a couple beers and Libby will have a glas of&amp;nbsp;dry white wine&amp;nbsp;to go with this feast.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;My MRI is at 12:30 PM PST. I sure hope they don't find&amp;nbsp;what I expect they will. I really don't want knee surgery right now. Well, I really don't want any surgery now or ever. I am a real chicken when it comes to pain. I guess we will see what we will see.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://beta.journals.aol.com/wfhbear/BETACommentsontheeventsofmylife/"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080 size=4&gt;BETA Comments on the events of my life&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-5464101385726788429?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5464101385726788429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=5464101385726788429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5464101385726788429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5464101385726788429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/mri-and-x-rays.html' title='MRI&amp;#39;s and X-Rays'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-4985226587216349748</id><published>2004-03-25T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beta Attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Please take a look at my Beta Journal. Let me know if you like the style. Alos, give me any suggestions you would like.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;A href="http://beta.journals.aol.com/wfhbear/BETACommentsontheeventsofmylife/"&gt;BETA Comments on the events of my life&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-4985226587216349748?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4985226587216349748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=4985226587216349748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4985226587216349748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4985226587216349748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/beta-attempt.html' title='Beta Attempt'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-7478480437846615109</id><published>2004-03-24T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Knee bends</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;This morning I had an appointment with the Orthopedist. My knee is not doing much better so he decided to take a few x-rays. From what I see and from what he says, there is no arthritis in my knee area and no bone damage. There is soft tissue swelling so, he now suspects that I have torn the cartilage between the bones of the knee. That can only be determined with an MRI. I have an appointment on Friday afternoon for an MRI. It is difficult to put pressure on this leg so I havent been walking much. What little I do starts it throbbing and then I have to take a Darvocet and a couple Aleve to get it to calm down. Well, I guess time will tell the real story.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Our weather is cooling down some. It will only be in the 70s during the day for the next five or so days. I think the plants will enjoy it. I, on the other hand would like it to be in the mid 90s so, the pool heats up to a decent temperature. Right now it is still a little cool for floating around. I was in yesterday afternoon but, only up to my knees. I never got off the steps. I chickened out because of the cold. The pool was at 82 degrees. Strange, I grew up going in the &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Atlantic Ocean&lt;/st1:place&gt; where the water temperature on a good day in the summer was only 65 degrees. What a wimp I have become. If the water in my pool isnt at least 88 I wont go in.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Ill be glad when all this stupid stuff gets taken care of. I want to put the big, black, jumping, dog on the wall outside so I can look at it. I paid this artist guy good money for it and now it is just sitting on the picnic table. I guess Ill try and get to it next week. Ill take a few pictures and post them for all to see. It will be my memorial to my K-9 partner Bear. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-7478480437846615109?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7478480437846615109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=7478480437846615109' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7478480437846615109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7478480437846615109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/deep-knee-bends.html' title='Deep Knee bends'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-5566344751016450043</id><published>2004-03-23T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Normal Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Libby has gone off to Nordstrom's to spend three $20.00 gift certificates they sent her for her "Customer Loyalty". Hah!, all that means is that they appreciate all the money she spends there.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The dogs and I are just lazing around right now but, will venture out later to weed some of the foreign growth around the roses. I am hoping that the pool temperature will be up to about 88 by this afternoon so I can go for a swim. Once I get the pool warm enough I will start taking Mr. Spirit in for some physical therapy. The Vets think it will be good for him. The Pool Man on the other hand is already wringing his hands and moaning that the dog fur and body oils will destroy the chemical balance of the pool water. Oh well, keeping the water clean and clear is what I pay him for. Since I usually vacuum the pool each morning and always clean the skimmer and filter basket he's had a smooth ride for the last six years. It's his turn to earn the money he gets each month.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I have finally given in and started a BETA Journal. I'll let you know when I get it to the point that it is viewable by others. Right now it looks a lot like my desk. Which is so clogged with trash, junk, and dog fur that I can't find anything except the key board which sits on top of all this stuff. Just remember, a clean desk shows a mind that is doing nothing. A cluttered desk shows a mind that is active. Boy, is my mind active!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-5566344751016450043?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5566344751016450043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=5566344751016450043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5566344751016450043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5566344751016450043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/normal-day.html' title='A Normal Day'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-4772035924492065962</id><published>2004-03-22T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Dead, Lobsters, and "Farming Out" the Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I have been trying all morning to think of something to write about and havent had any luck. I do get these dry spells. My brain just quits working. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Libby took Mom to a doctor appointment and then grocery shopping. The dogs and I have lazed around while they are gone. We did venture out to get the mail from the box. It was nothing but junk. I am so sick and tired of advertisements in my mail, stuffed in my newspaper, across my fax machine, by telephone, and in my email box. Ill bet I throw 50 lbs. of that kind of crap in the trash each week and that doesnt include the Sunday paper ads which weigh that much alone. In my next life Im coming back as a marketing executive. They must make millions doing nothing but pissing people off.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;We are going to have lobster Friday. To get one here is very expensive. &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" lobster1? border="0" align="left" BillsComments members.aol.com http:&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 89px; HEIGHT: 51px" height=57 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/lobster1" width=99 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Maybe that is because we live in the desert. Duh!!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I ordered two lobsters with clams in a big pot. The company sells fresh live &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Maine&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; lobster dinners that are shipped over night. Yeah, I spent a few dollars for this but, Libby and I dont get to do this stuff much and the tax refund just showed up so, well splurge for a change. Now I have to get rid of the dogs for the evening. They will want to mooch this dinner like they do every night and Im not giving them my rich people lobsters. Plus, this could wind up a nice romantic evening with lobsters, wine, and soft music. I certainly dont need an audience for that. Now do I?&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" BillsComments members.aol.com http: bunny2?&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/bunny2" align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-4772035924492065962?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4772035924492065962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=4772035924492065962' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4772035924492065962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4772035924492065962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/brain-dead-lobsters-and-out-dogs.html' title='Brain Dead, Lobsters, and &amp;quot;Farming Out&amp;quot; the Dogs'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-1374601105045369017</id><published>2004-03-21T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Sunshine!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" http: members.aol.com BillsComments Spring2004a? align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 238px" height=428 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/Spring2004a" width=492 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Libby cut these from one of the bushes by the pool yesterday morning. They were tight little buds when she brought them in. This is what greeted us this morning. ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL !!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;OK folks, here's my question to you. What do you think of flowers? Now, I'm not talking about growing them although there are a lot of people who get great pleasure from that aspect. I'm asking about the flowers themselves. I like flowers in my home. I just like to look at them and smell them. I get a real "kick" when I receive them from Libby. I guess as a man I'm not supposed to like to get flowers but, I do.&amp;nbsp;To be honest when I give Libby flowers I get pleaseure from them too. I guess that may be cheating a little. The best for aroma are lillacs. They make the whole house smell like freshness. The best for looks is a bouquet of wildflowers. Are you a flower lover?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-1374601105045369017?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1374601105045369017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=1374601105045369017' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1374601105045369017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1374601105045369017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/good-morning-sunshine.html' title='Good Morning Sunshine!!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-1329596255484346012</id><published>2004-03-20T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime in the Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;This evening I will try to get the tomato and pepper plants in the ground by the dark of the moon. The banana peppers are about 3 long on the plants and the tomatoes have a lot of blooms. My strawberries have many blooms and small berries and the pea pods get bigger each day. I hope I get everything to grow for us before the real nasty weather gets here. The hot sun and low humidity just frie the plants even when I water 3 times a day.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" daffs? BillsComments members.aol.com http:&gt;&lt;IMG height=89 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/daffs" width=50 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;We stopped by Moms today to see her garden in bloom. Im impressed,&amp;nbsp; she has made her yard look like the NJ yard with all the different flowers and colors. That is quite a feat here in the desert. She has done a lot of experimenting to find stuff that will grow in this lousy soil and hot climate.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Libby and I started to get the old dishwasher out from under the cabinets today. We are expecting the new one from sears Monday or Tuesday. Im going to pay to have them install it. I just dont feel like crawling around on the floor and under the counters. My knee still hurts.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;It is 90 today and the A/C has come on for real now. Our pollen count is through the roof so we are spending a lot of time inside. Maybe this evening we will take a ride and see how things in the valley are doing. I expect to go in the pool tomorrow. In 1997 we were in for the first time of the season on March 24th. I guess this year will be a little earlier. I sent pictures of Libby lazing by the pool with the flamingos a couple years ago. The photos didnt set well with the East coast folks. I wouldnt dream of doing that this year.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-1329596255484346012?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1329596255484346012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=1329596255484346012' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1329596255484346012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1329596255484346012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/springtime-in-valley.html' title='Springtime in the Valley'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-7339865920790326842</id><published>2004-03-19T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"B" Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" basketballgame? BillsComments members.aol.com http:&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/basketballgame" align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Well, here it is Friday again. The Tourists are crowding in to town for the weekend Basketball tournaments. There wont be a seat in any of the Sports Books until Monday afternoon. One of the News Guys said this morning that the Final Four will generate as much betting as a Superbowl. There is also a 90% fill rate at the hotels for the weekend. For us, that means we dont go near The Strip or anyplace else that is anywhere near the Tourist Stuff. Im very happy all these folks come and spend their money here. Our economy needs the bucks but, it also means increased crime, traffic tie ups, and crowded casinos. So, &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="right" BillsComments members.aol.com http: basketball?&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/basketball" align=right border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; theLocals stay away except to work. I guess you have to give up to get.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-7339865920790326842?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7339865920790326842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=7339865920790326842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7339865920790326842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7339865920790326842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/ball.html' title='&amp;quot;B&amp;quot; Ball'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-6194507634633487622</id><published>2004-03-19T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;I've had emails from friends in &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;NJ&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;. They are complaining about the cold and snow. My cousin Carol was getting ready to turn over her garden tomorrow. Spring starts tomorrow but, I guess they will have to wait for the ground to thaw. The desert has passed the nice stage and is now in the pollen stage. Everything is yellow with pollen. Mulberry seems to be the biggest culprit. I have the A/C on to filter the air, not to cool the house. We have temps. in the mid to high 80s with low humidity. It is gorgeous out. You cant stay out because you sneeze constantly. The pool is up to 82 degrees. It would be great to go swimming if it wasnt for the layer of pollen on the surface. The sight is not real conducive to an enjoyable swim.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;We had a can of Green Giant Cut Green Beans last night with our dinner. I found a long tube like object in my serving. It is hard and feels like plastic. I suspect though, that it is a piece of a stem. This morning I wrote Green Giant an email with a description of the item and the can ID numbers. Lets see if I get any response.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-6194507634633487622?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6194507634633487622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=6194507634633487622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6194507634633487622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6194507634633487622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/ive-had-emails-from-friends-in-nj.html' title=' '/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-6594738329864834610</id><published>2004-03-18T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corned Beef Criminals, and Allergies</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Today the cleaning lady comes. This means that Bruno and I are banned from the house for about 41/2 hrs. Bruno doesnt like the Cleaning Lady and she doesn't like him plus, I have a doctor appointment this morning. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;My home corned, &amp;nbsp;corned beef didn't kill us. I was concerned because it didnt have the red color most corned beef Ive seen has. I watched a show on PBS last night about the Irish immigration to the &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;USA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and they showed a family eating a corned beef dinner that looked looked just like mine.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;We managed to catch another fugitive here. It seems everyone who runs away or escaped from some other state after a crime winds up here. I guess they all think they will hit it big and be able to get to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Mexico&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and escape their fate. This Ohio Sniper guy even checked in to a cheapo motel using own name and credit card. If he didnt want to be captured I would think he would have paid cash and used an alias. I have learned over the years that the average criminal is really not to swift.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;We are working our way to temperatures in the 90s for the weekend. If that is true Ill be in the pool Sunday. The trees are full of blossoms and new leaf growth. We are at 11.8 out of 12.0&amp;nbsp;on the allergy scale. I feel like I have the flu if Im not in an air conditioned house. Thankfully it only lasts a few weeks. For now we are dealing with Ash, Cedar, Mulberry, and pine. Next come the olive trees and then everything else. The medication companies will make millions this time of year.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-6594738329864834610?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6594738329864834610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=6594738329864834610' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6594738329864834610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6594738329864834610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/corned-beef-criminals-and-allergies.html' title='Corned Beef Criminals, and Allergies'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-6499722276765719927</id><published>2004-03-17T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Irish discussions for the Non Irish</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Im not Irish. I dont want to be Irish. I have enough trouble getting by with no nationality affiliation other than American. I really dont want the burden of living up to the stereo types of more than one nationality.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Today here in Las Vegas Fitzgeralds Casino will give away tons of corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, and carrots. They will also serve hundreds of gallons of green beer. All this will be for FREE. You will not be able to move in their establishment. The Irish men and women of &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; will pack in for the freebies. By the way, these Irishmen and women come in all sizes, shapes, and colors. I have never in my life seen so richly diverse a group as these Irish folks.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" http: members.aol.com BillsComments chef? align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 104px" height=104 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/chef" width=118 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Now, I have told you I am not Irish but, be there no mistake, I will help them celebrate their day. This year I have corned my own beef. It is on the stove now being boiled with cabbage, onion, carrots, celery, and potatoes. My beef corned for almost two weeks. I sure hope that was enough time.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;So, the traditional corned beef and cabbage is on the stove, Libby and Mom are wearin the green, and I am drinkin the beer. It should be a fine lunch. Oh, by the way, if you dont see an entry here tomorrow Ive probably killed us all off with my home corned beef. Just how many &lt;U&gt;REAL&lt;/U&gt; Irishmen can say they made their own corned beef and managed to exterminate their entire family all at one meal? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-6499722276765719927?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6499722276765719927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=6499722276765719927' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6499722276765719927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6499722276765719927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/non-irish-discussions-for-non-irish.html' title='Non Irish discussions for the Non Irish'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-1051382053954166024</id><published>2004-03-16T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knees, TVs, and Buggy Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I spent yesterday in my big La-Z-Boy recliner with my legs up. I managed to hurt my&amp;nbsp;left knee the other day. The Dr says I have an infection in a fluid sack in the side of my knee and that it is caused by some form of irritation. The only thing about me that is usually irritated is my outlook on life. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Late in the aafternoon I dressed and we went to the KVBC-TV station. We were invited to come see the newly remodeled facilities, have a bite to eat, and participate in a viewer survey. It was a nice experience. Libby got to meet some on the on air personalities that we see each day on the afternoon and evening news shows. She even had her picture taken with the News Anchors. They asked our opinion on everything from the color used on the set to how the Reporters projected themselves on TV. It was interesting and fun. Unfortunately, my leg hurt bad enough that I skipped most of the tour and just sat in the conference room and waited for Libby and the other six people to come back.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Mr. Bruno broke his leather lead as Libby took him out of the truck yesterday and went after the Orkin man. I dont think he was actually trying &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" http: members.aol.com BillsComments t-rex? align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/t-rex" align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; to get the guy but, he did give him a good scare. He told Libby that Bruno bit his watch. Mr. Orkin was holding his spray gun and I think Bruno may have thought it was a weapon. With the bright sun our boy may have thought that the shine from the watch was part of the wand he was holding and took a nip at it. Yeah, Im making excuses for my dog. What do you expect? All is well with the Bug Guy I guess but, I will wait and see if there is a problem down the road. Mr. Bruno is going to get a little extra training with his people skills. Libby says I should get some of that training too.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-1051382053954166024?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1051382053954166024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=1051382053954166024' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1051382053954166024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1051382053954166024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/knees-tvs-and-buggy-guys.html' title='Knees, TVs, and Buggy Guys'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-871403063361527659</id><published>2004-03-14T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/dakotarose2852/LIFEINSUSIELAND/"&gt;Dakotarose&lt;/A&gt; mentioned the Meadowlands Race Track in her Journal recently. Libby and I made many visits to The Track.&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="right" Meadowlands? BillsComments members.aol.com http:&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/Meadowlands" align=right border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;We would head out early so we got a good spot in the &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Rhode Island&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; sized parking lot. We usually reserved a window table directly over the start/finish line where we could see then entire track in air conditioned comfort with lots a food and drink.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I spent days analyzing the scratch sheets using past race statistics, jockey weight, weather conditions, and specific horse physical characteristics to make picks. Libby picked horses by he color of their silks or their names.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;My Wife made bets at $2.00 to Show while I bet across the board. Once I was sure I had the big winner for the entire day. I put $100.00 across at 15 to 1. Libby liked the long shot because he was named Battleship Billy. I had convinced Libby to splurge and put a whopping $2.00 across the board on her name horse. She won a little over $300.00 on her $6.00 bet. My horse finished out of the money.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;My Wife bought dinner, paid the tolls home, and even gave me a few bucks for gas. She has never let me forget that day and I still feel like a horses butt over it. But, I tried her method and lost doing that too. Horses dont like me.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-871403063361527659?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/871403063361527659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=871403063361527659' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/871403063361527659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/871403063361527659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/horse-sense.html' title='Horse Sense'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-3887457595911438115</id><published>2004-03-13T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;John G. notified the winners of the &lt;U&gt;February Excellence Awards&lt;/U&gt; this morning. I am very proud to be a Judge and to have taken part in the selection of these awards. Each of you should be proud that your peers feel you have an exceptional Journal. Keep up the good work and always try to help other Journalers excell.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Use the link below to see the names of all the February 2004 awardees.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.angelfire.com/hi5/aoljournalawards/"&gt;FEBRUARY 2004 JOURNAL AWARD OF EXCELLENCE&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-3887457595911438115?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3887457595911438115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=3887457595911438115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3887457595911438115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3887457595911438115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/golden-moments.html' title='Golden Moments'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-114415138652511084</id><published>2004-03-12T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not bending!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" http: members.aol.com BillsComments rattler? align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;IMG height=63 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/rattler" width=104 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;I am a very selfish ungiving person. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I refuse to give panhandles anything, EVER! I dont like dealing with them and I really dont care that you all think Im a miserable person for these views.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;My Wife was harassed by another one today. They wont take NO for an answer and swell all up to scare people. These societal leaches go out of their way to intimidate people. That is what is legally known as &lt;U&gt;STRONGARM ROBBERY&lt;/U&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;As a young child I did chores at home for an allowance. As I got older I delivered newspapers, cut laws, shoveled snow, and did just about anything to make a little money. The day I turned 13 I had my legal State working papers signed. I washed dishes in a cafe, pumped gas, and cleared underbrush to make a few bucks. In high school I worked in a gas station, stocked shelves at a 5 &amp;amp; 10, and even worked on an assembly line. When Libby and I were first married I worked &lt;U&gt;three&lt;/U&gt; jobs to keep us floating.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;If all you Ultra Liberal Do Gooders out there would quit feeding, housing, and proving unearned income to these bottom feeders we wouldnt have the problems we have with them today. Why should I foot the bill through my taxes and/or handouts so these sub-humans can live without contributing to their own welfare? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Today, I reached the end of my very long rope. &lt;U&gt;NO ONE&lt;/U&gt; hassles my Wife and gets away with it. I hope these jerks like jail.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-114415138652511084?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114415138652511084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=114415138652511084' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/114415138652511084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/114415138652511084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-not-bending.html' title='I&amp;#39;m not bending!!!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-288925283173032261</id><published>2004-03-11T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Graphically Sound Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;One of our favorite Journalers, Kathy, aka: &lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/mountainmere/AGraphicLook/"&gt;Onestrangecat&lt;/A&gt; and manickathy has started a group here in AOL. Take a look at here group and maybe join. It is called &lt;A href="http://groups.msn.com/AOLJournalistGraphics/messages.msnw"&gt;AOL Journalist Graphics&lt;/A&gt;. This group will have alot of graphics available for us all to use in our Journals if we all join and contribute a few of our graphics. Kathy will also help anyone who needs it to upload, download, and figure out the HTML codes.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Take a look. I think you will be glad you did.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-288925283173032261?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/288925283173032261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=288925283173032261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/288925283173032261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/288925283173032261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/graphically-sound-idea.html' title='A Graphically Sound Idea'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-8975162558093277412</id><published>2004-03-11T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Para-Mutual or Who's on first?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Today is not a good day. I have been playing Musical Doctors all day and now have to make another appointment.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Ive had a large lump on the inside of my thigh for a while now. It has started to bother me. So, I went to my Internist to find out what was going on. She sent me to a General Surgeon who in turn sent me to an Orthopedic Surgeon. Now the Orthopedic Surgeon wants me to see an Oncologist who, he expects will send me to an Oncological Surgeon. This is driving me nuts! All Im interested in is to have someone give me a local anesthetic and gouge this thing out of my leg. It appears I have stirred up a financial windfall for the Medical Profession and a bee hive for myself.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;BAH ! !&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I have pea pods growing nicely on my two bushes. The tomatoes I bout the other day look great and the three banana peppers have about a dozen small peppers and a lot of blossoms. Maybe this will be a good garden year. I will plant the tomatoes in the ground on Friday or Saturday evening during the dark of the moon. This is supposed to help nightshade family plants grow strong and healthy.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Well see if Murphys Law is going to extend to my gardening this year.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-8975162558093277412?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8975162558093277412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=8975162558093277412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8975162558093277412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8975162558093277412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/medical-para-mutual-or-who-on-first.html' title='Medical Para-Mutual or Who&amp;#39;s on first?'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-3692989592734952855</id><published>2004-03-10T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brine and Tomatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" cornedbeef? BillsComments members.aol.com http:&gt;&lt;IMG height=81 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/cornedbeef" width=98 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have decided that I want to make my own corned beef. Im sick of the lousy tasting, fatty, and grizzly stuff the stores try to pawn off now a days. My Grandfather always picked his own cuts of meet and then had the Butcher corn (salt cure) it.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;So, I found a couple recipes and got together all the spices necessary. Last night we made the brine and stuck a real nice piece of beef in it. I have a vacuum sealing machine so; I think the curing process will be quicker since I put the brine and beef in a plastic bag that I sealed in a vacuum. Ill let you all know in a few days if my idea worked.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" BillsComments members.aol.com http: tomatoesonthevine?&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 137px; HEIGHT: 150px" height=168 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/tomatoesonthevine" width=158 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; We stopped at Home Depot yesterday so Mom could get some plants and I could get the hardware necessary to mount the big metal dog to the back wall. Libby and I picked up twp really nice tomato plants and a banana pepper plant. Ill try to get them in this weekend. We are looking forward to a vegetable garden again this year. My peas that have bloomed very prolifically now have pods about an inch long. It wont be long before we are eating fresh peas. I still have to get the zucchini plants, cucumbers, lettuce, some Roma tomatoes, and I way try some melons too. Believe me, desert gardening is a challenge. It sure isnt like planting a garden in N.J.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-3692989592734952855?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3692989592734952855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=3692989592734952855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3692989592734952855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3692989592734952855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/brine-and-tomatoes.html' title='Brine and Tomatoes'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-5380852458279610354</id><published>2004-03-09T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a woman thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;This morning Libby&amp;nbsp;forced the dogs and I to the opening of a sale at a place called Tuesday Morning. This place stays closed for a couple months then opens on a Tuesday morning (&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:time Minute="0" Hour="8"&gt;8:00am&lt;/st1:time&gt;) with a big sale. They then open each day until the store stock is gone. Then they start the process again.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I have never been to the start of a sale before. We got there a ½ hour early and there was already a line. Some of these women thought it was OK to try and cut in front because they were only getting one thing. These Ladies should get a brain and then go to courtesy school.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Inside was even worse. People were running all over. They were using shopping carts as plows. I have never seen such a display of pure disrespect since I worked the riots of the 70s. I actually watched women fighting over who was going to get the last item on a shelf. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I think the real thing that was just outrageous was how they got two carts in an isle one going each direction and then stopped right next to each other to slowly look at every item on the shelves or have a conversation. This is all while people behind them stood and waited or were actually dumb enough to try and get around these other fools.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;I guess I made them all crazy as I slowly moved my cart down each isle looking for what I wanted from the sale paper. Libby went and got the two items she really wanted and then we got in line to check out. These people even tried to cut in line there. This must be a Woman Thing. It is definitely not the kind of sport that men would ever want to participate in.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-5380852458279610354?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5380852458279610354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=5380852458279610354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5380852458279610354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5380852458279610354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/it-woman-thing.html' title='It&amp;#39;s a woman thing'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-6186752150944601541</id><published>2004-03-08T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood, Sweat, and Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;My first chore today was to go to &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Transylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt; for blood work. If you are a Nurse or a Vampire you will know what I mean when I say I am a real hard stick. My veins run and hide before I even get in the door to the Lab. It is not a very comforting sight to see a grown man cry like a three year old.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;A few months ago a Supervising Vampire tried a technique to see if she could get blood out of a rock. She used what is called a Butterfly on me and stuck it in the vein at the front of my bicep. Wow!!, no pain and lots a blood. I was impressed. The only problem I have been having is with the minion Vamps. They dont want to use this technique for some reason. So, I wind up getting evil and the baby Vamps get all indignant and their feelings get hurt. Finally, the Chief has given me a business card with instructions of the back for using this butterfly technique on me. This morning went well, No more tears!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Before we went grocery shopping we stopped at IHOP for breakfast. I guess every NASCAR race fan was there for breakfast before driving home. It was real warm and clear here yesterday. The track temperature was 110  115. All these folks had horrendous sunburns. The people looked like they were just plucked from a lobster cooker. That is one of the &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" http: members.aol.com BillsComments lobster1? align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;IMG height=56 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/lobster1" width=110 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; primary reasons that me and my bald head stay home and watch these races on TV. I can sit in a comfortable chair, drink cold beer, and eat my own hot dogs. No hot sun, no deafening noise, and no crowds. Further, I like the idea of getting up and going to the restroom without standing in line. Oh yeah, and no heat stroke either.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-6186752150944601541?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6186752150944601541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=6186752150944601541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6186752150944601541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6186752150944601541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/blood-sweat-and-tears.html' title='Blood, Sweat, and Tears'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-7654665705916813841</id><published>2004-03-07T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I am presently reading a new book. It is by an Author I follow closely. His name is &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.webgriffin.com/"&gt;W.E.B. Griffen&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;. He writes fiction books based on fact in the areas of military operations and police operations. I am well aquainted with many of his subjects and have even know some of the fellows that his fictional characters portray. So, I started the book yesterday and will not rest until I either fall asleep or finish the book. I never read slowely. If I read it is all or nothing, beginning to end.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I will also watch the NASCAR race on TV. It starts at 11:30 with the prerace show so, that will take up most of the afternoon while I read and watch TV.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I had originally planned to go and do some grocery shopping and then work in the garden. Oh well, "The best layed plans......ect."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 98px" height=104 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/chairsleeping" width=127 align=left border=0&gt;If you haven't figured it out before now I will confess that since I retired I don't do anything on a schedule or as planned. So many years of being on time and doing things "By the book" have made me a stalwart rebel when it comes to time and schedules now. I should be ashamed of myself but, I'm not.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;BTW, Mr. Spirit had x-rays of his leg yesterday and the Vet couldn't find &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" Dobiepup? http: members.aol.com BillsComments align="right" border="0"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 78px; HEIGHT: 78px" height=85 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/Dobiepup" width=79 align=right border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; any damage to the mending bones. I guess he strained a muscle and that made him yelp and hold his bad leg up. If all goes right we will not see the Vet for another month. By that time Sir Spirit should be almost healed and read to be released to wreck havoc on the world's population again.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-7654665705916813841?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7654665705916813841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=7654665705916813841' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7654665705916813841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7654665705916813841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/vegetation-day.html' title='Vegetation Day'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-5845097131978142340</id><published>2004-03-06T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RACE IS ON !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;This is NASCAR weekend in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. The race will generate $85 million into our economy. There isnt a room to be had or a seat to be bought in town. This weekend is actually up on a par with the National Finals Rodeo which is our biggest weekend. Believe me you cant drive, walk, or sit unless you are shoulder to shoulder with someone else. Traffic anywhere near the race track has been at a standstill since Thursday.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Many of the drivers do charitable personal appearances while they are here. Driving the race is bad enough but, putting up with the fans must be torture. Some drivers wont even speak to a fan.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" http: members.aol.com BillsComments WardBurton? align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 83px; HEIGHT: 71px" height=71 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/WardBurton" width=79 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Libby went to see a driver names Ward Burton. We have followed him since he took over the wheel of the Caterpillar #22. That was when Libby worked for CAT. Since that time he has changed recently to drive the NetZero #0 car. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I expected that this guy was one of the good guys. Libby confirmed it last &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" http: members.aol.com BillsComments align="left" border="0" Netzerocar1?&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 51px" height=199 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/Netzerocar1" width=662 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; night. He was soft spoken and congenial to everyone. He was respectful and courteous to all who stood in line to see him. He went out and took pictures with those who wanted and even spend private time with a boy in a wheel chair. Nice guy, a credit to his sport. I like him. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;GENTLEMEN START YOUR ENGINES!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-5845097131978142340?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5845097131978142340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=5845097131978142340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5845097131978142340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5845097131978142340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/race-is-on.html' title='THE RACE IS ON !!!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-5234763391178215457</id><published>2004-03-05T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Our local TV channel (&lt;A href="http://kvbc.com/"&gt;KVBC  News 3&lt;/A&gt;) has a great Weatherman named &lt;A href="http://kvbc.com/Global/story.asp?S=172486"&gt;John Fredericks&lt;/A&gt;. He is a very vocal pet advocate. One of his projects is &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" KVBC? BillsComments members.aol.com http:&gt;&lt;IMG height=84 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/KVBC" width=70 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; providing some air time for pet birthdays. You would be amazed at the number of pets whose pictures appear during his show segments for a Happy Birthday wish. We sent &lt;A href="http://kvbc.com/Global/story.asp?S=1678908"&gt;Brunos picture&lt;/A&gt; to John the last week of February for his 4th birthday. John did a nice piece on our Boy. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Yesterday Mr. Fredericks forwarded an email to me that he had received from someone who had seen Brunos birthday greeting. What a surprise it &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" BillsComments members.aol.com http: Shepherd2?&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/Shepherd2" align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; was. The Lady writing was the volunteer kennel attendant at the SPCA when Bruno was there. She told John the entire story of their desperate search for someone to take Bruno home. He had been in the &lt;A href="http://www.nevadaspca.org/"&gt;SPCA&lt;/A&gt; for 5 months and was becoming very cage crazy. They were afraid that his aggression would lead to him biting someone and that would then mean he would be euthanised. Her email was so complimentary and flattering. Libby and I felt really good after reading it.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;I wrote her back and invited her to come by and visit her old friend. If the meeting comes about Ill post a couple picture.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-5234763391178215457?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5234763391178215457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=5234763391178215457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5234763391178215457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5234763391178215457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/talking-about-friend.html' title='Talking about a friend'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-6174710047257952176</id><published>2004-03-03T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drought - Lake Mead, Clark County, Nevada</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Picture #1,2,&amp;amp;4&amp;nbsp;are taken from the present water line up to the water line before the drought. Note the white line on the hills. The top of that white line &lt;U&gt;in all the pictures&lt;/U&gt; is where the water use to be.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Picture#3&amp;nbsp;is taken from the old water line down to the present water level. Note the islands, they would normally be under water.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Picture #5 is from the boat ramp present water line to the previous water line.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Picture#6 shows the intake towers for Hoover Dam. The water should be just below the catwalks to the towers.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Picture #7 shows the spillway into the water bypass tunnel at the dam. Water should be well above the spillway and running into the tunnel all the time.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Pictures #8 &amp;amp; 9 are taken from the top of the dam out into the lake canyonway.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Remember that the &lt;U&gt;top of the white line&lt;/U&gt; that &lt;U&gt;indicates the old water level&lt;/U&gt; is &lt;U&gt;100 to 120 feet above the present water level&lt;/U&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" cacti? BillsComments members.aol.com http:&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 70px; HEIGHT: 73px" height=111 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/cacti" width=99 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; The Las Vegas Valley uses abouyt 3/4" of water from the entire lake each day. We are presently under draught restrictions for water use. It is estimated that it will take 6 to 10 years of heavy snowfall in the Sierra-Navada's to refill the lake.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-6174710047257952176?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6174710047257952176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=6174710047257952176' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6174710047257952176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6174710047257952176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/drought-lake-mead-clark-county-nevada.html' title='Drought - Lake Mead, Clark County, Nevada'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-1731565834847848506</id><published>2004-03-03T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering around</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;We are headed out to Lake Mead this morning to take a few pictures to send a friend in NJ. I will also get a chance to "play with" the GPS system I bought for the laptop. We'll see if it really works.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I'll post some pictures of the lake later.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-1731565834847848506?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1731565834847848506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=1731565834847848506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1731565834847848506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1731565834847848506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/wandering-around.html' title='Wandering around'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-4702533956879602366</id><published>2004-03-02T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;It has rained all night here in the desert. I am really happy about this as it will allow me to turn off the sprinkle system for a few days and save some of the money I spend on trying to keep my grass alive.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Back in October I commissioned a Metal Artist named Calvin Adair in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; to design a metal wall hanging for me. What I wanted was a running/jumping German Shepherd Dog, made of metal that I could hang on the back wall of my yard. It was to be a memorial to my K-9 Partner, Bear. When finished this black metal silhouette would be placed on the wall where I could look out the patio doors and see it.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;UPS brought it yesterday. It is beautiful. The Shepherd is about 6 foot from tip of his front paws to the tip of his back paws. He is leaping through the &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" GSDWaggingTail? BillsComments members.aol.com http:&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/GSDWaggingTail" align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; air. There is even a piece of black metal silhouette grass to place by his back paws so, he looks like he is leaping on the run. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I am really happy. As soon as the weather breaks I will drill the holes in the wall and get this guy mounted. I plan to have a small memorial plaque engraved with Bears vital statistics on it and bolt it next to the silhouette. I will take some pictures when it is up for you all to see. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-4702533956879602366?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4702533956879602366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=4702533956879602366' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4702533956879602366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4702533956879602366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/yard-art.html' title='Yard Art'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-2898435095245251997</id><published>2004-03-01T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing what I started</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Here are the last few of my favorite Journals.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/miarenee24/MiaRenee/"&gt;Mia Renee&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/alphawoman1/Alphawomansblog/"&gt;Alphawoman's blog&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/deanhuns/TheFrugalWebDesigner/"&gt;Frugal Web Designer&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/edgebag/KimsThoughts/"&gt;Kim's Thoughts&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;OK, that's it for now. Maybe I'll update it again soon. These are all great sites.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;For those of you who have been following Mr. Spirit's progress, there was bad news yesterday. He has somehow managed to break off one of the screw heads holding the plate to his tibia bone. That leaves five screws holding the plate on and one with the head missing. We will discuss with the Vets what they think we should do and take the steps necessary. I'll keep you posted.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-2898435095245251997?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2898435095245251997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=2898435095245251997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2898435095245251997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2898435095245251997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/03/finishing-what-i-started.html' title='Finishing what I started'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-2915702243189504970</id><published>2004-02-29T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading my way through life Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Since I am being seriously lazy this weekend, here is Part II of my Bet Journals. Please take the time to visit these folks. I think you will enjoy the experience.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/aynetal3/AynsMPDWorld/"&gt;Ayn's Multiple World&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/dakotarose2852/LIFEINSUSIELAND/"&gt;LIFE OR SOMETHING LIKE IT&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/my78novata/LorisLaurels/"&gt;Lori's Laurels&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/crystalmoon222/REFLECTIONSOFAPRISONWIFE/"&gt;REFLECTIONS OF A PRISON WIFE&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/shooser1/CompuTips/"&gt;CompuTips&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;There will be more!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-2915702243189504970?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2915702243189504970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=2915702243189504970' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2915702243189504970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2915702243189504970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/reading-my-way-through-life-part-ii.html' title='Reading my way through life Part II'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-1061320274831027948</id><published>2004-02-28T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading my way through life  Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Today I thought I would showcase a couple of my favorite Journals. They provide knowledge through their entries. They incorporate wonderful graphics that make for a bright happy Journal. Occasionally a couple of them provide some home made poetry or pictures of events in their lives. I enjoy many of the philosophical questions and statements that are sometimes sprinkled throughout. Finally, with all the educational and thought provoking material there is also a lot of just plain home spun entertainment. I thank you all for a look into your lives. This list is the first offerings of a group of Journals that I read daily. I will present more in future entries.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/eynl/HappeningsduringtheairIbreathe/"&gt;Happenings during the air I breathe...&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/dbaumgartner/MakingAHome/"&gt;The Making Of A Home&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/sunflowerkat321/WhatsinaName/"&gt;Walk with me...&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/wildflower121764/ExpressionsByWildflower"&gt;Expressions By Wildflower&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-1061320274831027948?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1061320274831027948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=1061320274831027948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1061320274831027948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1061320274831027948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/reading-my-way-through-life-part-i.html' title='Reading my way through life  Part I'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-7784635244823542146</id><published>2004-02-27T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie Door Comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 69px" height=56 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/dogsearching" width=120 align=left border=0&gt;Thought I would let all you folks who commented and sent emails about the Doggie Door and wet dogs know what is actually up.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Yes, The Doggie Door came with a security panel that closes it off. The problem there is when you have two dogs that run "full bore" down the hall and out the door. If I close the door off I wind up with unconcious dogs on my TV room floor. They actually try to "hit it running" and expect to get out.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The last time I closed the door off Bruno hit it so hard he dented the aluminum door and his head. When Spirit hits it he just sits back on his butt and wimpers. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I guess I'll have to deal with the occassional shower and wet paw prints.&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" dogonback? http: members.aol.com BillsComments align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;IMG height=76 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/dogonback" width=181 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp; Remember this is the desert, we don't get all that much rain.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-7784635244823542146?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7784635244823542146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=7784635244823542146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7784635244823542146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7784635244823542146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/doggie-door-comments.html' title='Doggie Door Comments'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-8249636129908820443</id><published>2004-02-27T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems in Journalland</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Apparently my head is up my butt again. I have recently received a couple emails about cliques, exclusions, and dirty tricks in Journalland. I have no idea what is going on but, I am truly sorry that it has come to the point that Journalers are taking sides and some feel compelled to Take time off to reassess themselves within the Community. I am shocked.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;I really enjoy spending a few minutes each day writing in this Journal. I have a few other Journals that I go to each day and read their entries. I like what the have to say or what graphics they display. I also try to stop by a few new Journals each week but, I have never discriminated against a person or a Journal.&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" http: members.aol.com BillsComments fighting? align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why? These Journals are supposed to be an expression of ones self, a way to release energy by writing thoughts, feelings, and ideas down for others to read and comment about. Some Journals Ive looked at make me envious and others I find not to my tastes. Hey, thats life! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;I was unaware that by joining a group of other Journalers in an association that would help me to improve my Journal and talk with those who enjoy this pastime is a sin to some folks. Well, You all need to Grow Up! I find this type of petty crap irritating. I for one will continue writing what I want in my Journal, visiting those Journals that I find enjoyable, and reading a couple new Journals each week. Those of you who think thats a problem dont have to come back and read my Journal any more. Find Journals that meet your specific criteria and leave me alone.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-8249636129908820443?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8249636129908820443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=8249636129908820443' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8249636129908820443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8249636129908820443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/problems-in-journalland.html' title='Problems in Journalland'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-6612721916503386808</id><published>2004-02-26T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Dogs and drippy Auctions</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Here we are with rain again today. My desert has turned in to a swamp. The Forecasters are saying we will have rain into tomorrow and then clearing over this weekend. I hope the next weekend is clear and dry for the NASCAR race here on March 6 &amp; 7.. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/pantingdog" align=left border=0&gt;I have discovered that a &amp;#147;doggie door&amp;#148; although convenient for both dogs and humans can sometimes be a problem. The dogs can come and go as they please so, the door saves us humans the work of letting them in and out all day long and help prevent accidents inside. Well, when it rains these &amp;#147;Mutts&amp;#148; go out in the rain and then come back in to shake off. Even that&amp;#146;s OK unless it&amp;#146;s &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="2" Minute="30"&gt;2:30 AM&lt;/st1:time&gt; and the errant &amp;#147;Mutt&amp;#148; stands next to you while you&amp;#146;re sleeping and shakes off. It can be quite a shocking &amp;#147;wake up call&amp;#148;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The auction that I was telling you all about yesterday turned out to be a &amp;#147;bust&amp;#148;. The folks bidding at the Auction Gallery and those on line were crazy with their bidding. I don&amp;#146;t understand the prices these people were willing to pay for the stuff. I guess I&amp;#146;m out of touch with reality but, I don&amp;#146;t see a 300.00 bid on a little zip lock bag filled with broken watches or old &amp;#147;beat up&amp;#148; rings. I must be me. I have reached the point in my life where I don&amp;#146;t understand what people are paying for things. I remember my Dad moaning and groaning about the price of everything. Well, I guess I&amp;#146;ve turned in to my Dad because I sure understand what he was complaining about now.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-6612721916503386808?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6612721916503386808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=6612721916503386808' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6612721916503386808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6612721916503386808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/wet-dogs-and-drippy-auctions.html' title='Wet Dogs and drippy Auctions'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-7991233991721072031</id><published>2004-02-25T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Normal Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Libby and Mom are off to get their hair done so, Im playing at the computer. Right now Im watching a live auction of &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceName&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:PlaceType&gt;State&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; abandoned safe deposit boxes. Im waiting for them to get about 100 lots more done before I bid on an item I want.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Spirit is in his cage as he has decided that he will go out and in the doggie door with his collar on. He gets stuck each time he tries and then he yelps for help. Bruno goes in and out laughing at Spirit. Ive noticed that as Mr. Spirit starts feeling better he is nipping at Bruno. I suspect that Bruno is in for a beating when Spirit gets this collar off. I can almost hear him telling Bruno, Just wait, Im will kick your ass when this collar comes off.&amp;nbsp;"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I have been trying to get tickets for us to see The Passion. It opened last night here. There are no tickets available for the next two weeks. Everything is sold out. Church groups are renting entire theaters for their members to view the movie. I guess we will have to wait for it to go to tape and dvd.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Comments and emails Ive received about the one or two hand hamburger eating is overwhelmingly for the two handed approach. I guess I am not as abnormal as I thought. One guy wrote me and said he only uses one hand to hold his burger so he can use the other one to hold on to his girl. That comment makes me think this guy is about 12 years old so, he doesnt count in the survey anyway. Most everyone else said they use two hands and a napkin as a bib. Hah, you can usually tell what Ive been eating by the stains on my shirt. I sometimes think my shirts would make good soup base.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-7991233991721072031?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7991233991721072031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=7991233991721072031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7991233991721072031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7991233991721072031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/normal-morning.html' title='A Normal Morning'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-4838787043302487450</id><published>2004-02-24T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Commercial for Carl's Junior 'Burgers</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The rain finally stopped at about &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="16" Minute="0"&gt;4:00 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; yesterday but, the loonies here in town continued to beat each others cars up for the rest of the evening. According to the 11 PM News we had over 600 accidents during the 36 hour period of the rain. Jerks!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Today I pose a serious question, one that has far reaching consequences. I have just viewed a commercial for the Six Dollar Burger again. This one was about a beautiful woman who rides an electric bull while eating this burger. These folks always make the actors eat this huge burger with one hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" eating? BillsComments members.aol.com http:&gt;&lt;IMG height=81 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/eating" width=111 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;I want to know who uses only one hand to eat a hamburger. In my entire life I dont think Ive held a sandwich of any type by just one hand. Im not talking about the It takes two hands to handle a Whopper crap. Im talking about normal human eating habits. You sit or stand where you are going to eat and pick up your burger with both hands and take a bite. Then you set it back down. I am not coordinated enough to hold a big ass drippy burger in one hand and a Coke in the other. I need the use of a Food resting place so I can concentrate on one thing at a time. Ok, with all that said, my question is, Am I the only one who thinks its strange to hold a big, juicy, falling apart hamburger in one hand and try to eat it? Question number Two is, Just how Nuts does this make me that I am obsessing over a TV commercial? If we get through this we will move on to TV commercials that show smiling happy Moms with bratty evil little kids. I was a bratty evil kid. I dont think my Mom smiled from the time I was born until I left home at 18. Since that time shes smiles a lot.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-4838787043302487450?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4838787043302487450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=4838787043302487450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4838787043302487450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4838787043302487450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/tv-commercial-for-carl-junior.html' title='TV Commercial for Carl&amp;#39;s Junior &amp;#39;Burgers'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-1186442504048064276</id><published>2004-02-23T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More great desert life. (Today - Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;The Cleaning Lady was a "No Show" she is still sick and the weather is so miserable that there was no reason to tell her we still wanted her here when she called. Now that means no help for Libby doing the cleaning except me. I keep telling her that I'm still recovering from my illness but, she just says, "So, What". I am not gettingmuch respecy here!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I did go to the Deli and took Mom breakfast. I showed her how to use eBay. She wants to look at things for sale. I doubt she'll buy much. But it is an interesting place to "surf around".&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;It is still cold and rainy. This is a lot like an old nor'easter. I feel like I am in NJ. Well, except for the cactus and the rattlers. The wonderful folks here in the Valley are bouncing off each other like they were driving on ice. These lunies have no clue how to drive in wet weather. It is like they point the vehicle and then close their eyes. The big problem is that no one slows down. Hah, here's a really classic trick. Stop and look at the flooded roadway. Then creep into it and cross until you get up over your hubcaps in the current. When you get to this point stall your vehicle and climb on to the foor so the FD has to rescue you. The County spends big money every year trying to get these idiots not to try and cross flooded roads but, it doesn't work.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-1186442504048064276?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1186442504048064276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=1186442504048064276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1186442504048064276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1186442504048064276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/more-great-desert-life-today-part-ii.html' title='More great desert life. (Today - Part II)'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-1074895286463673337</id><published>2004-02-23T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water, Water, Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I guess the Cleaning Lady will be here today as long as she doesn't drowned getting here. "Good Old Las Vegas", do everything to excess! Now, it won't stop raining. The creek behind my house is running fast and hight. I can hear it rushing by from the house. I sure hope it doesn't decide to come up high enough to erode the banks and take my wall down. I could wind up with the whole thing in my TV room.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" http: members.aol.com BillsComments cacti? align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 53px; HEIGHT: 53px" height=103 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/cacti" width=69 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;I am making myself crazy. All I'm wishing for now is clear skies and no rain. I sure wish I could make up my mind. This must be some kind of "age" thing. What happened to my desert?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Well, I guess since it's Cleaning Day I'll be a nice guy and go get B &amp;amp; E sandwiches for everyone including Mom. I'll go to the local Deli and get the sandwiches and a bunch of cranberry muffins. These are the best muffins I've ever tasted. They make them fresh every morning. So, breakfast tomorrow will be these guys.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Bruno and I will hide out at Mom's until Libby and Lori are done with the cleaning. I don't even want to be around for the kind of nagging I'd get if I stayed home.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-1074895286463673337?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1074895286463673337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=1074895286463673337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1074895286463673337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1074895286463673337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/water-water-everywhere.html' title='Water, Water, Everywhere'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-1407530201744395260</id><published>2004-02-22T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet, Books, and Secret Information</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;It is raining here in the desert today. It began with showers yesterday and then got heavier throughout the night. This morning we have had periods of heavy downpours. This water is all good for us although, it will not help &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Lake Mead&lt;/st1:place&gt; regain what it has lost due to the draught over the last few years. &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" http: members.aol.com BillsComments weatherrain? align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/weatherrain" align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; The &lt;st1:place&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:place&gt; is down over 100 feet now and unless there is a couple seasons of heavy snowfall in the Sierra-Nevadas we will continue with this draught for more years down the road. We are in a draught emergency here in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceName&gt;Clark&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:PlaceType&gt;County&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and can only wash cars at a certified car wash and can only water lawns one day a week for two four minute periods. My lawn in the front is dormant and I guess will stay that way until it dies. The lawn in the back is a disaster. The dogs run and play on it plus the have digging contests. This all along with the watering restrictions has killed it off but, good.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Ive spent the morning involved in a live eBay auction of books and manuscripts. It was the first time that I have done a live auction. It was fun and I was the successful bidder on a total of 6 books on specific subjects including one first edition. I really paid reasonable&amp;nbsp;amounts too. &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" http: members.aol.com BillsComments align="left" border="0" book?&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/book" align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Ok, now I have somewhere new to spend money. This will surly make Libby jump with joy. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;These surveys that have been going around the Journal Community are fun to do and more fun to read the comments of our Journaling Friends. I have had a few good laughs.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-1407530201744395260?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1407530201744395260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=1407530201744395260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1407530201744395260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1407530201744395260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/wet-books-and-secret-information.html' title='Wet, Books, and Secret Information'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-581183942484927252</id><published>2004-02-21T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest for the weary</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" siesta? BillsComments members.aol.com http:&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 60px; HEIGHT: 78px" height=94 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/siesta" width=66 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Ive been given a reprieve. The Cleaning Lady is sick. Shes got whatever Libby, Regis , half&amp;nbsp;our population, and I have been dealing with. Man, this is great!! No, not that the Cleaning Lady is sick, just that she isnt coming here today. I didnt want to clean up for the Cleaning Lady.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Libby and I both seem to be better but, still have a very washed out feeling. I hope we are back to our usual complaining state by Monday when the Cleaning Lady is going to try again to make me work.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" BillsComments members.aol.com http: pizzaslice?&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 74px; HEIGHT: 94px" height=129 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/pizzaslice" width=154 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Last night we ordered pizza. Not from our regular Pizza place but from Pizza Hut. We had a new pizza that is actually four separate little square pizzas that are cut into quarters giving you 16 total slices, cheese, pepperoni, sausage, and mushroom. What a novel idea. Maybe it will sell pizzas for them.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;There was a Journal Keepers chat last night. John and I were the only ones to show up. I sure enjoyed our talk. He is an interesting guy. What is wrong&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="right" BillsComments members.aol.com http: sickman?&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/sickman" align=right border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;with all you Members? Dont any of you want to talk to us? Im starting to become disappointed with the turn out when one of these is scheduled. Maybe we should meet at someones house every month. Good idea huh? Ha, Ha, next month were coming to &lt;U&gt;YOUR&lt;/U&gt; house.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-581183942484927252?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/581183942484927252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=581183942484927252' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/581183942484927252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/581183942484927252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/rest-for-weary.html' title='Rest for the weary'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-711349064911132783</id><published>2004-02-20T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man's work is never done</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I took Mom to the grocery store this morning. I managed to spend 80 bucks on stuff for Libby and I and I didn't have but 4 items on my list. I guess I got a few extra things.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Libby is feeling better today. I made her some toast and jerry for breakfast and it hasn't come up or out yet.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Well, I can't put it off any longer. The Cleaning Lady will be here in the morning tomorrow. I have to spend today cleaning up for the Cleaning Lady. I will never understand why I am doing this. Last night I dish washed all the dishes and hand washed all the pots and pans. What a lousy job that is! I think we should be able to invent china that all you have to do is tear off the top layer and throw it away and you have a clean plate again. Libby wouldn't let me give all the dishes and pots to the dogs to lick. I figured all I'd have to do after they cleaned them was give the stuff a quick rinse and put them away. She said, "No". Oh, She can't take a joke when she's sick. She just gets mad.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So, My afternoon is clear. Take a water pill, make lunch, clean the house for the cleaner, made dinner, clean everything else up, and go to bed. Have I missed anything? Oh Yeah, breath!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-711349064911132783?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/711349064911132783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=711349064911132783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/711349064911132783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/711349064911132783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/man-work-is-never-done.html' title='A Man&amp;#39;s work is never done'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-3622652307982150705</id><published>2004-02-19T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM A CARRIER</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" carrier? BillsComments members.aol.com http:&gt;&lt;IMG height=78 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/carrier" width=124 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;I am a carrier. I have apparently infected my Wife. Libby is "down for the count" She is sicker than I was. (if that could happen). I have her in bed since yesterday at about 2:00pm. About all she can keep down is a little Gatorade once in a while. Spirit has stayed with her on the bed this whole time. I believe that his presence is comforting her. I guess we will deal with this for the next couple days.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I cancelled the Cleaning Lady because I just don't feel like cleaning up the house for the Cleaning Lady. Yeah, I know that sounds really strange. Also, there are a lot of dishes in the kitchen that need washing. I will eventually have to do that I guess. For now, maybe if I don't eat anything that I need a plate, cup, or dish for, I can get by without "doing dishes". My only problem there is the dog stuff. That usually gets washed after every use. Bruno could care less whether his bowl is clean or not. He just eats everything and licks the bowl clean. So, it at least looks clean when I fill it. Spirit is like an "Old Woman" he won't even go near his bowl if it hasn't been washed in hot water and dried. Whimp! He only does that to torture me and make me wash dishes. BAH!! We all like "Mickey D's" so maybe we can just get stuff from there for the next couple days. That way all I have to do is throw away wrapping paper, styrofoam, and bags. Hah, That'll work. WOW, there's always chinese too!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-3622652307982150705?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3622652307982150705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=3622652307982150705' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3622652307982150705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3622652307982150705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-am-carrier.html' title='I AM A CARRIER'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-1075687030594743291</id><published>2004-02-18T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Well, here I am, finally out of the bed and that dark bedroom. I do feel better but, not great. I had/have THE FLU ! Man, did it hit me hard and quick.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I am deeply sorry to Hunybea4him (Mary) that&amp;nbsp;I missed our lunch while she was here in Las Vegas. Believe me, Libby and I were on the way and&amp;nbsp;I had to turn back. I have a picture that Libby took of you that I will send you and post soon. Thank you so much for the wonderful bottle of wine. I hope we will be able to meet sometime soon.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Thanks also to everyone who sent me Valentine greetings and Get Well cards including Penny, 'Berly, John, and Meredith who come to mind at the moment. I enjoyed receiving them all. I also thank all of you who commented on Libby's entries on my Journal as she updated you all on my "downfall'. She told me what each of you said.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I will get back to some real entries soon. Right now I will concentrate on the 100 or so emails that need to get answered. Hah, I had just about that many SPAMs too. I also have to do my journal judging for the February awards. That will take me a few days as I visit many new and old Journals.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Thanks, My Friends.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-1075687030594743291?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1075687030594743291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=1075687030594743291' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1075687030594743291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1075687030594743291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/brought-back-to-reality.html' title='Brought back to reality'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-7023503989783829391</id><published>2004-02-16T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Bill is still sick with the flu. He has a temperature and isn't keeping anything on his stomach except gatorade and hot tea. He is sleeping most of the time and hasn't looked at his email or journal.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I told him about all your "Get Well" comments and he says Thanks.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;As soon as he feels better he will answer you all and update his journal.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Thank you all for your concern.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Libby&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-7023503989783829391?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7023503989783829391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=7023503989783829391' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7023503989783829391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7023503989783829391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/bill-is-still-sick-with-flu.html' title=' '/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-8769144000338071199</id><published>2004-02-15T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Hello Everyone,&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Bill is sick. It started Saturday morning. We will see the Dr on Monday but, for now he is staying in bed and sleeping most of the time. He has a high fever and can't keep anything on his stomach.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Hopefully he will be back to his journal soon and will be answering his emails soon.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;If I can help please email me at &lt;A href="mailto:LibbyBear@aol.com"&gt;LibbyBear@aol.com&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Thank you,&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Libby&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;(Bill's Wife)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-8769144000338071199?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8769144000338071199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=8769144000338071199' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8769144000338071199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8769144000338071199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/hello-everyone-bill-is-sick.html' title=' '/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-2913353661722867066</id><published>2004-02-14T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Oh heart, do not ache. Walk again with head held up.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Forget that past relationship and keep your spirit flying.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Sweet love. Sour parting. You will again emote.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Oh, open heart, happy heart, life goes on.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;A time doth come to love a love that will endure.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Until that day, await. Your love doth come.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;A whisper now and then a song.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Your duet for life will come along and sing.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Speak of hearts on fire and unions thrust&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;upon a meeting and a touch.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Keep back from demons of your fright and&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;warm your heart in pure love light.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;copyright 2004 William F. Hoover all rights reserved&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-2913353661722867066?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2913353661722867066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=2913353661722867066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2913353661722867066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2913353661722867066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/finding-love.html' title='Finding Love'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-8392149479935192955</id><published>2004-02-13T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoozing through life</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Ive been up since 4:50 am/pst. This has become normal for me over the years. The last few years I worked a lot of day tours. I got up at &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:time Minute="0" Hour="4"&gt;4 am&lt;/st1:time&gt; so I could get on the road by &lt;st1:time Minute="45" Hour="4"&gt;4:45 am&lt;/st1:time&gt;. I arrived at work about &lt;st1:time Minute="20" Hour="5"&gt;5:20 am, giving &lt;/st1:time&gt;me time to dress, have coffee, and find out what was going on before Roll Call at &lt;st1:time Minute="45" Hour="5"&gt;5:45 am&lt;/st1:time&gt;. So, I guess I am OK with mornings.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;My problem lies in my inability to stay awake in the evening. I am really getting tired of missing TV shows because Ive fallen off for a nap just as &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" sleeping? BillsComments members.aol.com http:&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 82px; HEIGHT: 85px" height=59 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/sleeping" width=81 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Survivor starts or miss all of Law and Order by snoring my way through the evening. Then, to make matters worse I wake up in time to hear the miserable depressing news and go to bed. I think there is some room here for a change. I have to figure out what, though.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I usually get a quick 30 minutes in the afternoons. There is no reason for me to be this tired at night. Maybe Ill start staying up all night and sleeping during the day. That never worked when I did the &lt;st1:time Minute="0" Hour="0"&gt;midnight&lt;/st1:time&gt; shift. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I would get home at about &lt;st1:time Minute="0" Hour="7"&gt;7 am&lt;/st1:time&gt; and try to sleep. Everyone else in the world would be up and doing business. The light, the noise, and the telephone made it damn near impossible for a night worker to sleep during the day. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Libby and both dogs give me the Evil Eye each evening because I snore my way through their TV time. I really hate it that I keep missing this new Charlie Sheen show.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-8392149479935192955?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8392149479935192955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=8392149479935192955' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8392149479935192955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8392149479935192955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/snoozing-through-life.html' title='Snoozing through life'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-2186127904433735768</id><published>2004-02-12T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ringing in my ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I have now decided that this Do not call telemarketer list is not working very well. I am receiving fewer calls from people trying to sell me stuff on&amp;nbsp;my regular telephone line but, I am now inundated with faxes. When I&amp;nbsp;registered my phone lines I did all of them, home phone, cell phone, computer line, and fax line. So, in theory I shouldnt be getting any &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" http: members.aol.com BillsComments telephone? align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 57px; HEIGHT: 66px" height=82 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/telephone" width=72 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; telemarketer calls anywhere. I also suspect that by calling these Remove your number from our list numbers on the faxes you do nothing but solidify your existence and the buzzards then swarm. It is sure annoying and frustrating. If I want to buy something I will research it and make my purchase at a reputable dealer. I am certainly not going to buy anything from some low-life telephone marketing company.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I now have Caller ID and Call Block to try and keep these creeps away from me. They are as irritating as my computer SPAM. These Jerks should not be allowed to contact me in any way until I contact them first. I have a &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" http: members.aol.com BillsComments align="left" border="0" shotgun?&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 71px; HEIGHT: 35px" height=42 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/shotgun" width=82 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; right to privacy and freedom from annoying calls. I pay extra for an unlisted telephone number therefore I believe it should be a crime to call my number to sell me something. BAH!!!! I may be reaching the "edge".&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-2186127904433735768?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2186127904433735768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=2186127904433735768' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2186127904433735768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2186127904433735768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/ringing-in-my-ears.html' title='A Ringing in my ears'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-7312539710035164591</id><published>2004-02-11T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="" size=2&gt;I have decided it is necessary that I go on a diet again soon. My eating is way out of control so, I will start a new diet soon. (&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;ç&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; Notice the operative word soon here). I havent quite decided what diet Ill use. My Doctor likes the low carb diets. So, maybe Ill try that again. My favorite is the Eat Everything diet. It provides a generous portion of all the items in all the food groups.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="" size=2&gt;There is a new Nutrition Pyramid put out by the US Department of Health. It redistributes the daily allotments of foods on a more needed nutritional level. There is more &lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" dogdrinking? BillsComments members.aol.com http:&gt;&lt;IMG height=55 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/dogdrinking" width=70 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; concentration on the essential vitamins and minerals contained in the groups. My favorite new groups is the Bar group which included pretzels, pork rinds, big sandwiches, and Slim Jims. I'm glad to see the Government has finally recognized the nutritional importance of those foods that help to sooth the brain. I am also looking forward to the addition of the Alcohol Group in my new diet. Here there is a provision for at least 5 items from this group per day. There is much stress here on the use of Wine for its all around good for you impact. With this item you get servings of fruit and a generous portion of alcohol which has been shown to fortify and thin the blood. Here we deal with the true Building Blocks of healthy living.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;FONT face="" size=2&gt;I have contacted a local group called, Road Runner Saloons. They have offered to help me fulfill my desire to follow the new recommended dietary outline and help me reach my goal weight. I am one happy Billy now!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-7312539710035164591?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7312539710035164591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=7312539710035164591' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7312539710035164591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7312539710035164591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/life-changes.html' title='Life Changes'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-4614096534133312930</id><published>2004-02-10T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid People Tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Here I am up a &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="1" Minute="15"&gt;1:15 am&lt;/st1:time&gt;. Why? Because I am a real dope sometimes. You see, at about &lt;st1:time Hour="21" Minute="30"&gt;9:30 PM&lt;/st1:time&gt; I had a can of diet soda and some &lt;I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;no sugar added&lt;/I&gt; ice cream. It was quite refreshing at the time but, I knew Id be having trouble later. As a diabetic I know that there are certain things (whether sugar free or not) that I cant have before bedtime. Ice cream in any form is one of those things.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" border="0" align="left" BillsComments members.aol.com http: icecreamsoda?&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/icecreamsoda" align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;I am not real bright. While Im sucking this ice cream soda through a straw Im saying to myself, Why are you doing this now? You know better but, I just kept on sucking and spooning until it was gone. What a jerk!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;So, here I sit with my nose stopped up, my head pounding, and my mouth and throat dried out. I have no one to blame but me. All this will last a couple hours and then Ill be able to sleep again. I just never learn.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I should be allowed to do anything more than sit with my hands folded on my lap without a Keeper riding herd on me. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-4614096534133312930?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4614096534133312930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=4614096534133312930' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4614096534133312930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4614096534133312930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/stupid-people-tricks.html' title='Stupid People Tricks'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-5351429740250021320</id><published>2004-02-09T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Critical Acclaim</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" http: members.aol.com BillsComments filmreel? align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/filmreel" align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;I dont usually recommend movies because every time I go to a movie someone has recommended I am disappointed. Considering the different tastes around I just leave things like that alone. I watched a movie last night that I must take the time to acknowledge. I found it to be a great family movie with action, adventure, a lot of dogs, a lot of other animals, a lot of laughs, and some interesting intrigue. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;U&gt;SECONDHAND LIONS&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp; with Robert Duval, Michael Caine, and Haley Joel Osment is a great Family Flick that will keep you all wondering right up to the end. I sure enjoyed it. So, without recommending it I suggest you consider it when you get your next rental. Oh Yeah, I think the pig actually barks.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/&lt;img%20src=" http: members.aol.com BillsComments align="left" border="0" ValentineHeart?&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 82px; HEIGHT: 59px" height=80 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/ValentineHeart" width=91 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;It is getting closer to Valentines Day and I am at a loss what to do for Libby. I am tired of the same old roses and dinner. Last year I entered a contest to tell a story about meeting your love and was a finalist with the story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;A href="http://www.reviewjournal.com/lvrj_home/2003/Feb-13-Thu-2003/living/20650013.html"&gt;The article was printed in the Newspaper on Valentines Day.&lt;/A&gt; I think Libby got a kick out of the article and seeing her name in print. I will take her out but, not on the actual day. It is to loony in all the restaurants on Valentines Day so, we go out the day before or the day after. Hah! we usually celebrate on Valentines Day with hot dogs cooked on the grill at home. God, can you get any more romantic?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;A romantic I am not.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-5351429740250021320?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5351429740250021320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=5351429740250021320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5351429740250021320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5351429740250021320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/critical-acclaim.html' title='Critical Acclaim'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-5079243756788122620</id><published>2004-02-08T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG width=3&gt;&lt;IMG height=68 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/Pancakes" width=85 align=left border=0&gt;Yesterday morning for breakfast we made ourselves some french toast and bacon. It has been a long time since we took the time to do something like this. We usually have cold cereal or a muffin. It was a real nice breakfast. We will have to do it again sometime.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG height=7 width=2&gt;&lt;IMG height=57 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/ShepherdColor" width=71 align=left border=0&gt;Bruno is going great. He is now playing a lot with his toys and seems to be eating without pain. When he opens his mouth there are no front teeth between his canines (both uppers and lowers). It makes me think he is a little old man without false teeth. I guess he doesnt mind since he is now pain free.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG height=3 width=0&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 91px; HEIGHT: 45px" height=64 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/Dobie" width=135 align=left border=0&gt;Mr. Spirit is doing better. The collar had allowed the incision to scab over and he seems to be looking better. They poor guy is restless and stress out. I will be happy when we are to the point he can get this collar off and star exercising his leg. He just limps about now with it held off the ground.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG height=0 width=1&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 37px" height=81 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/NASCAR" width=181 align=left border=0&gt;Watched the NASCAR BudPole Shootout last night. Today starts qualifying for Daytona. So, I guess the season has begun. We no longer support Caterpillar as Ward Burton has moved to Nextel. I sure hope he has a better season this year. I guess NASCAR is becoming a big spectator sport. They seem to be getting some national coverage lately. Oh well, off to breakfast and chores.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-5079243756788122620?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5079243756788122620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=5079243756788122620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5079243756788122620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5079243756788122620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-5280639498393650041</id><published>2004-02-07T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is in the air - but, it's frozen</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 105px; HEIGHT: 59px" height=102 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/YellowRose" width=170 align=left ? birder="0"&gt;Well, the Christmas tree (fake) is finally out of the living room. We just havent taken the time to go in and take it to the garage. There are way to many things going on around here to remember to move that tree. We spend some much time in the Family/TV room that we just forget about it until guests arrive. Oh well, Its done.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Today we will mix up the fertilizer for the rose bushes and put some round them. Im going to put a couple food spikes in the ground around the grapefruit trees also. The time has come for us to start cleaning up the yard from its annual winter destruction. In another month there will be blooms on a lot of the stuff. I already have a lot of little white blossoms on the pea plants. I doubt there will be enough peas for a meal but, it has been fun growing them. My 26 flamingos need to be stood up and repositioned and so does the great blue heron but, he needs some perch repair. The pool looks clean and inviting if the water temp wasnt 53. Im still filling dog holes in the garden but should have that finished and ready for planting soon. Boy, does the grass look bad when its dormant.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Mr. Spirit goes to the Vet again today to check the infection in his incision. Our unhappy camper is still living with the collar 24/7. I doubt he will ever talk to us again. He just lays around and pouts most of the time. Bruno on the other hand, is pretty frisky of late. I guess the infection and the soreness from pulling his teeth is eased up a lot. He seems ready to play all the time. He is pending a lot of time at the front fence woofing up everybody in the neighborhood. I guess hes letting them know that he is back in action and in charge again.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;OK, no more fooling around, time for work.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;BAH !&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-5280639498393650041?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5280639498393650041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=5280639498393650041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5280639498393650041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5280639498393650041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/spring-is-in-air-but-it-frozen.html' title='Spring is in the air - but, it&amp;#39;s frozen'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-7870562264306343818</id><published>2004-02-06T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Entry Yesterday - Two entries today</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/cadusus" align=left border=0 ?&gt;I have always tried to like the Doctors who have had the unfortunate opportunity to work on me. There have been a couple occasions where I just seriously disliked the MD and quickly found someone else. It has not happened often in my life but, recently reared its head for the second time since I moved to &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nevada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;. Without going in to detail I will tell you that this MD and I didnt see eye to eye on anything after I decided not to have surgery for a problem. I wanted to try a less invasive method first. This didnt set well and after that I got a very poor reception each time I had an appointment. So, Today was my first appointment with my new Doctor.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;She was very nice and seemed genuinely interested in my history. She had a few things to say about my weight but, all in all she felt my health was within limits. She did tell me that I needed to go work out in a gym a couple times a week and quit eating potatoes, pasta, rice, bread, and crackers. I will give it a try soon. I will be getting a CT Scan of my thigh to try and determine why I have so much pain there. Ill also have some normal blood work done.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I think this was a productive first appointment. I sure wish I could find an old GP like I grew up with. I guess the Marcus Welbys are all gone. I sure miss my Old Doctor Guy I was always able to talk to him and he always seemed to have a common sense answer to any problem I had.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-7870562264306343818?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7870562264306343818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=7870562264306343818' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7870562264306343818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7870562264306343818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/no-entry-yesterday-two-entries-today.html' title='No Entry Yesterday - Two entries today'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-4182289923749406331</id><published>2004-02-06T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time for anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;It has been a busy couple days. I will get a real entry up sometime today.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Spirit has managed to get his incision opened up. Libby took him to the Vet yesterday afternoon. He now has a collar on 24/7. We can not let his sorrowful eyes allow us to succumb to removing the collar. He is also in some pain recently. I believe it is from the bones starting to knit together again.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Bruno is just his normal pain in the butt self. He is feeling better and has been playing with toys again. I guess his mouth has quit hurting.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Today is Dr Appointment day in our house. So, we will be in and out. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The Journal keepers are going to send out a survey to all the members. We need someone in each time zone to be a Block Captain and hold Chats for that time zone. Trying to get everyone together with the time differences if frustration all around. Be sure to support John. He is doing a great Job running our Group but, it is monumental work.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Ill talk more later.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-4182289923749406331?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4182289923749406331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=4182289923749406331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4182289923749406331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4182289923749406331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/no-time-for-anything.html' title='No Time for anything'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-5773691938510975251</id><published>2004-02-04T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitches, Teeth, Coffee, and Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 73px; HEIGHT: 57px" height=79 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/birthday" width=98 align=left border=0 ?&gt;First, Ill wish my Wife, Libby Happy Birthday. I am always amazed that she has lasted another year without killing me.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Spirit goes to the Vet to have his stitches out this morning. Bruno is recovering will from his dental work. I have a little envelope containing 8 incisor teeth. All are either broken or seriously decayed. The Vet thinks he ruined his teeth biting on the wire cage he was in for 5 months at the Pound. Luckily, these teeth that are between his upper and lower canines (fangs) are not real important for pets. If he lived in the woods like a wolf they would be needed. So he is back to being happy and will now be pain free from the rotten teeth and infection.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG height=60 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/coffee" width=63 align=left border=0 ?&gt;&lt;A href="http://i/"&gt;I&lt;/A&gt; just got another order of Gevalia coffee. Ive been drinking it for years. I know it is expensive but, I only drink two cups a day so I might as well like what I drink. My favorite is Breakfast blend followed by Pea &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Berry&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;, Jamaican Blue, and Kona. I like strong, intense flavors that stay with me for a while. I only put a little evaporated milk in to change the color some. My Mom drinks hers without anything. She does in" a pot a morning. After about 70 years of coffee drinking she knows whats good and what isnt.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Coffee for me is like priming the pump. If I dont get my two cups as soon as I get up I am a little off all day. Oh well, just another addiction. Guess Ill go get cup number 2.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-5773691938510975251?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5773691938510975251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=5773691938510975251' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5773691938510975251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5773691938510975251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/stitches-teeth-coffee-and-happy.html' title='Stitches, Teeth, Coffee, and Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-1103523850063038087</id><published>2004-02-03T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING - Not Suitable for Anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 74px; HEIGHT: 99px" height=110 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/Bill" width=74&gt;My Cousin Carol seems to get a lot of pleasure out harassing me. For a while now she has been bugging me about putting a photo of myself on my Journal page. She doesnt seem to get it that I am not photogenic and therefore just skip that aspect of my Journaling.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I am fearful that the placement of this photo will now send all children, most women, and some men screaming from their computer to be forever emotionally scarred by the viewing of my countenance. I do not want the general public to be running off cliffs like lemmings because of me. I have, for the sake of family unity, capitulated to her wishes and placed this photo here for all to see.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The picture is from an article done about me in the &lt;A href="http://www.reviewjournal.com/lvrj_home/2001/Sep-26-Wed-2001/news/17085771.html"&gt;Las Vegas Review Journal&lt;/A&gt;. It is the only picture of my face available since my high school yearbook photo. To get my yearbook photo my friends ties me to a rail and carried me to the studio. There with the help of others they stood me up and snapped the shot. I didnt buy a yearbook.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I have always felt that people would read and enjoy my Journal as long as I was anonymous. Now I believe that no one will ever read my Journal again much less comment. Hopefully this entry will soon be moved to my Older Entry area and no one will see me again. No one ever looks at the Older Entry areas of Journals, Right?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-1103523850063038087?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1103523850063038087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=1103523850063038087' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1103523850063038087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1103523850063038087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/warning-not-suitable-for-anyone.html' title='WARNING - Not Suitable for Anyone'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-6442074909741466997</id><published>2004-02-02T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE AFTERMATH - Getting back to normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://members.aol.com/?BillsComments/"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;IMG height=114 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/fatlady" width=92&gt;Its over for another year. Today is clean up day. Im a little hoarse from all the yelling, my brain has a headache from the beer and sangria, and my stomach is a little off from all the food. I will survive until next year when I do it again.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Libby and I yelled, Bruno barked, and Spirit howled throughout the game but, not as much as that last couple minutes. We did enjoy it. The critics were wrong about it being a boring Superbowl. It was exciting and as usual a fun day.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Many of the commercials were funny. I thought the horse and carriage in the park was hilarious. So were most of the Budweiser commercials. To end the evening we saw a new Survivor. Yeah, Go Ruddy, Go Rupert, Go Shi Ann.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Bruno is at the Vet having his teeth examined. Spirit is spending his day trying to get past the collar and lick his incision line. Libby took Mom to a Dr. Appointment and is now home reading the paper. Weve cleaned up and are in rest mode.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I guess it will be time to get ready for spring next. Oh, wait! Saint Patrick s Day is coming soon. Keep the beer ready.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-6442074909741466997?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6442074909741466997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=6442074909741466997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6442074909741466997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6442074909741466997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/aftermath-getting-back-to-normal.html' title='THE AFTERMATH - Getting back to normal'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-8961304140576229033</id><published>2004-02-01T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SUPERBOWL-Game Day (Part III)</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 155px" height=97 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/Logo2004" width=517&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-8961304140576229033?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8961304140576229033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=8961304140576229033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8961304140576229033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8961304140576229033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/02/superbowl-game-day-part-iii.html' title='THE SUPERBOWL-Game Day (Part III)'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-1464215644117124424</id><published>2004-01-31T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SUPERBOWL-The Menu (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/helmuts"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Grilled Italian Sausage with / green and red bell peppers,&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;onions, and tomato gravy.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Grilled ¼ lb. Hot Dogs with your choice of toppings&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Italian Torpedo Rolls and Bakery Hot Dog Rolls&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Tuna Macaroni Salad&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Deviled Eggs&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Chips and Dips&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;MGD Beer cooled to 37*&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Homemade Sangria with sliced Apples, Pears,&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Strawberries, Limes, &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Oranges&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, and Cherries.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lemon Meringue Pie&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Gourmet dog biscuits and fresh made hamburgers&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;for the four legged fans.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;We will start out with Libby rooting for the Patriots and I will yell for the Panthers. Depending on the play we will switch back and forth for the entire game. Yelling and laughing at the TV, the game, the commercials, and each other. Why do we do this lunatic stuff you may ask? Well, it is an excuse to just have real fun together and be together without anyone else around. Its the best kind of fun.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The morning line is still holding with the Patriots giving 7.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-1464215644117124424?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1464215644117124424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=1464215644117124424' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1464215644117124424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1464215644117124424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/superbowl-menu-part-ii.html' title='THE SUPERBOWL-The Menu (Part II)'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-8609254444905075827</id><published>2004-01-30T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SUPERBOWL-Preparation (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 103px; HEIGHT: 94px" height=74 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/Program2004" width=54&gt;I am now in full Superbowl mode. This is get everything ready day. We will go to the store later and pick up all the goodies. Libby will buy some Superbowl napkins, plates, and cups. The EVENT is almost here.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;When the first Superbowl was played in January of '67 I was aboard the USCG Cutter Castle Rock being tosses around in the wind and cold of the north &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Atlantic&lt;/st1:place&gt;. About the only thing I was worried about that day was not running in to an iceberg.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;For Superbowl&amp;nbsp;2, I was up the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceType&gt;River&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; of &lt;st1:PlaceName&gt;Perfumes&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; near &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;Hue&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;Viet Nam&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I spent my time running plays to keep from getting shot at by Viet Cong and NVA folks. I got to listen to a rebroadcast of the game when we got back to DaNang. For 3, I was in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;Sasebo&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I listened to the game on Armed Forces radio. I watched Game&amp;nbsp;4, in the living room with my Dad who was recovering from a heart attack. A few months later I got married so, in January of 1971 I watched Superbowl 5&amp;nbsp;in my apartment with my new Wife. She yelled louder than I did.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Since my first Superbowl with Libby we have made it a togetherness affair. We plan the day for pre game shows, the game, snacks, and then dinner with the post game shows. We unplug the door bell and change the message on the telephone answering machine, Hi, were watching the Superbowl. We will be glad to call you back Monday. If you have an emergency, call 911. Dont bother us today. Even my Mother knows that you dont bother Libby and Bill on Superbowl Sunday.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Tomorrow, The Menu. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-8609254444905075827?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8609254444905075827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=8609254444905075827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8609254444905075827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8609254444905075827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/superbowl-preparation-part-i.html' title='THE SUPERBOWL-Preparation (Part I)'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-960580012902789434</id><published>2004-01-29T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG height=59 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/boxer" width=48&gt;Today I am disappointed. I have resigned from the local German Shepherd Dog Club. I just cant take all the fighting between the Members. It is absolutely ridiculous. One of the Officers of the Club slammed everyone for not volunteering to participate as workers at a recent match. She vowed to be there to work and bring her kids to work. In her tirade she demanded that everyone recheck their schedules and rearrange what they could to help out at the Agility Match. So, like Libby and I, many others who had personal commitments made changes to attend based on her appeal. When everyone arrived to work the Match, this Officer was not to be found. She had gone off on a fun weekend and wasnt in town.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I think this was the last straw for a number of us. As far as I know now three Member families have resigned already. The problem is that there are two factions. Those, whos only life is the Confirmation Ring showing their dogs. Then there is the group who has mixed breed, old, no pedigree papers, and non confirmation dogs. The second group is expected to support everything the Confirmation Group wants, needs, and does but, they in turn think it is beneath them to capitulate for anything that is not Confirmation.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;When I joined this Club I was hoping to meet people with the same interests as me, be able to socialize with these folks, and have my dogs welcomed to participate in what was going on, that has not been the case. I am sorry it came to this. it is just one less opportunity for me to make friends during the years I have left but, at my age I sure dont have to put up with a bunch of childish bs at every turn. So, my Dogs and I will make our own Club.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-960580012902789434?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/960580012902789434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=960580012902789434' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/960580012902789434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/960580012902789434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-2009517588409385015</id><published>2004-01-28T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 129px; HEIGHT: 110px" height=110 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/pups" width=111&gt;Friends came to visit last night. They are on a three day trip here from &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;Nashville&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:State&gt;TN&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; where they moved to last year from NJ. Boy, was it good to see them.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I guess we have been friends since 1970 when we both went to work for the Police Department. The relationship grew over the years between us and our Wives. We were never Partners in a patrol car or on a foot beat but we would seek each other out at meetings or parties so we could sit and talk.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Our trips back to NJ after we moved to &lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; always included at least a few hours with Harold and Pam. Seeing them has always been part of any trip east. Since they moved to TN our last two trips have been to see them there at their beautiful retirement home just outside of &lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nashville&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. They have been here three times now. We sit and talk for hours and have a slow dinner so we can all relish the closeness of renewed friendship.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Well, they head back tonight for the wintry conditions at their home. We will again miss them and continue to communicate by email. They are a link to our past and the focus of many memories of the good times that existed for all our years in NJ. Its good to have friends, especially long time Old friends.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-2009517588409385015?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2009517588409385015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=2009517588409385015' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2009517588409385015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2009517588409385015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/friends-and-memories.html' title='Friends and Memories'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-7581231580320356445</id><published>2004-01-27T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WALLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 97px; HEIGHT: 67px" height=102 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/Wall" width=97&gt;I grew up in a real Neighborhood. When I was a kid I could go to any house in about a 3 block area and get help, use the bathroom, eat, play, etc. As kids we just went to each others homes to play and maybe have a meal. We were all well known.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I sure miss that feeling of belonging. When I was married and moved in to my first home it was the same way. Everybody knew everybody else. We talked from our yards and on our front walks. We didnt need an invitation to Stop by for a beer. Everyone felt they belonged.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;That is not the case here in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Ive been here since 1996 and still dont know a soul. The people on each side of me will say hello occasionally but, dont stop to have a conversation. If you wave at someone you recognize from the area, they look at you will cold stares. It is not friendly here.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I blame this on the fact that all the homes in this area are surrounded by a cinder block wall about 5 ½ to 6 foot high. It keeps your property separated from the other guys. It maintains your privacy. It also keeps people from becoming friends or even acknowledging each other. It allows people to hide. No one feels obligated to interact. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;What a shame. People just dont want to make their area a real neighborhood" any more.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I feel cheated.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-7581231580320356445?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7581231580320356445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=7581231580320356445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7581231580320356445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7581231580320356445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/walls.html' title='WALLS'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-1397274915087263014</id><published>2004-01-26T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of a Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 67px; HEIGHT: 74px" height=79 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/shield_photo2" width=93&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;am sorry to report the untimely death of another Port Authority of NY &amp;amp; NJ Police Officer. Officer William Sleap died Saturday of a self inflicted wound. He was 52 years old. Billy Sleap worked with me when I was assigned to the Staten Island Bridges Command. He was an enthusiastic Police Officer and a very talented Emergency Services Officer.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;It appears that Billy, like many other rescuers at the &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceName&gt;World&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:PlaceName&gt;Trade&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:PlaceType&gt;Center&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, took the collapse and loss of life very hard. He worked tirelessly both on duty and off duty until the recovery and debris removal was complete. I am told that he was deeply affected by the incident even after he was back to regular duty.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;This is a dark fact of life that Rescuers and Survivors are coping with. This Officer was one of five successful attempts. There have been others that were not successful on this Police Department of 1200. The NYFD and NYPD are also groping through these effects.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I ask each of you to say a prayer for Officer William Sleap and for all the Rescuers as they wrestle with their demons of 09/11. May God Bless Billy and protect him now.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-1397274915087263014?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1397274915087263014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=1397274915087263014' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1397274915087263014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1397274915087263014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/death-of-hero.html' title='The Death of a Hero'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-5977992669306021132</id><published>2004-01-26T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A toothy grin</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/teeth"&gt;Libby went off to take Mom to have her three front teeth pulled. At 81 I guess her teeth have just about had it. Things are done a little different now a days, The Dentist took Moms partial plate on Thursday and had the three teeth to be pulled added to it. When the Oral Surgeon finishes pulling the teeth he will immediately put the plate in place. They say that by doing this promotes quicker healing and a better fit for the plate. I think it is going to hurt a lot longer. Mom cant afford to miss too many meals. She has basically been on liquids since last Thursday. I dont think she will like puree of steak.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/my78novata/LorisLaurels/"&gt;Lori&lt;/A&gt; put up some great &lt;A href="http://pak01.pictures.aol.com/NASApp/ygp/Login?event=TaskView&amp;amp;shareInfo=esv4e%2b9w77n95aeayVUnea%2fMhRjdkcrjodZkw%2f4%2f7la%2fjFCnkV3ciA%3d%3d&amp;amp;selectedIndex=0"&gt;Ice Storm&lt;/A&gt; pictures. Those of you who are not in the Winter Storm belt might enjoy a look. Those of you who use to live in a cold snowy area the pictures will remind you of why you moved to a warmer climate.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Here in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; we have an annual selection of the Best of Las Vegas. It is conducted by our local newspaper the Review Journal. Once a year we get to choose the best of everything from restaurants to make out spots. It is fun to do and there is a chance you might win a Paint the Strip Red night on the town. I'll get our submission done today. It has to be brought in to the Newspaper by Friday. We have participated in this event since our arrival in 1996. It is a lot of fun and gives us a whole new idea of places to go and see when it is published in March.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Oh well, I guess its time to take the Mutts out for some exercise. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-5977992669306021132?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5977992669306021132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=5977992669306021132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5977992669306021132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5977992669306021132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/toothy-grin.html' title='A toothy grin'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-1651099308082377693</id><published>2004-01-25T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the minutes count (Ha, Ha, Ha.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/clock"&gt;I have all the time in the world today to do stuff. Libby is off to help out at a club Agility Match. I am Dog Sitting and right now they are both asleep. So, Im getting some Email and Ground mail out of the way. I will probably do a little filing also as it is just about over my head.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I am concerned for all those I know in the Northeast. They are in a really deadly winter storm front. I understand that two separate storms are heading for them. It is so posed to snow from now until Tuesday. With the cold temperatures at such a low level and adding wind and snow it will be torture for them. I will probably continue to worry now until spring.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I have decided to do as much reading as possible on all the Presidential Candidates. I seem to have a choice already but, I have very little information so far on past accomplishments and issue stands to go on. There are a lot of Hooples out there on all sides that need to be weeded out. I hope it gets down to candidates that I can pit against each other on the issues and make a decent decision. I hate politics and wish we could keep them all in cages at the National Zoo. Then when we needed a certain expertise we could bring the one we needed out for a quick run.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The AOL Journal Awards are being given out. John G. has done a fabulous job with this. It is a real nice gesture and sure makes people happy. Congratulations to everyone&amp;nbsp;who receives one of the 2004 Awards.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-1651099308082377693?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1651099308082377693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=1651099308082377693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1651099308082377693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1651099308082377693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/making-minutes-count-ha-ha-ha.html' title='Making the minutes count (Ha, Ha, Ha.)'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-4309120085142271548</id><published>2004-01-24T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Freeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 59px; HEIGHT: 112px" height=112 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/Coldweather" width=40&gt;Ive recently had conversations with &lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/dakotarose2852/LIFEINSUSIELAND/"&gt;DakotaRose&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &amp;nbsp;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/crystalmoon222/REFLECTIONSOFAPRISONWIFE/"&gt;CrystalMoon&lt;/A&gt; about the lousy conditions in NJ. The temperatures are staying in the single digits and now there is the threat of a snow storm to start today and run through Tuesday. I am one happy Billy that I am here and not in Good Old Jersey. I doubt that I could handle the cold to that extent anymore. I remember well the bone chilling cold and wet. You never seemed to warm up no matter how close to the fire you sat or how much hot liquids you drank. The remedy for this is of course SPRING. Aside from that I guess staying inside by the fire with a book and a few dogs for warmth are about the best that can be done. Those of us who live in warm climates can not appreciate the full depth of the cold that the Northeast is experiencing. Just let me say to you that it could be deadly. Be sure and wish these folks warmth and a quick exit of this Artic Express.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-4309120085142271548?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4309120085142271548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=4309120085142271548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4309120085142271548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4309120085142271548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/deep-freeze.html' title='Deep Freeze'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-4271443288214974854</id><published>2004-01-23T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having the "Spirit"</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;It is now a constant battle to keep Spirit from removing his cast. He tries to gnaw on it all the time. He is not so posed to be walking around much and it is forbidden that he be allowed to run or jump. Last night Libby let him out of the cage to walk back to the bedroom for the night. While she went in to the bathroom Our Boy managed to leap up on the bed. When I walked in to the room I almost had a heart attack. To get him down I put a towel around his belly and we lifted him off. He was not happy.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Im having a problem with all there is to do recently getting to the Journal reading I usually do. Please dont feel I am ignoring any of you, I just need about 30 hours in a day right now. I promise that I will get back to reading and commenting on your Journals soon.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 31px; HEIGHT: 50px" height=125 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/trophy" width=51&gt;I completed my picks for Journal Awards and sent them to John. He will present the awards and publish the list soon. This is an extremely hard task for the Judges. All the Journals have a lot of merit. It is hard to decide who is more worthy than who today, or yesterday, or tomorrow. But, I think we made some very good choices. Each of you who receive an award should be very proud of the Award and of your own Journal. We will judge a few more next month. Keep up the good work, Folks.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-4271443288214974854?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4271443288214974854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=4271443288214974854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4271443288214974854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4271443288214974854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/having.html' title='Having the &amp;quot;Spirit&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-3851922057225747233</id><published>2004-01-22T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG height=84 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/cleaninglady" width=89&gt;It has been a busy day. every other Thursday the Cleaning Lady comes to help Libby clean up the mess we have created here. Believe me, it is a monumental task for the two of them. Presently, Spirit is in a cage recovering from his surgery so, he is no problem. Usually he would be under foot making a pain of himself. I usually take Bruno and head for my Moms place. The Cleaning Lady doesnt like him because he is very large and active. The first time they met he jumped up and put his paws on her shoulders and Woofed in her face. I thought she was going to pass out. Now, I just keep him away from her.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I took Mom to the Video store, grocery store, pharmacy, and book store. After dropping her off I went to the deli and ordered sandwiches for everybodys lunch. Then came home, ate lunch, did a few things around the house, and looked at my email. Oh yeah, I took a nap.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;A number of folks have visited my Journal recently and I thank all of them for making comments and Giving me a look.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Take a look at these:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/eynl/HappeningsduringtheairIbreathe/"&gt;Happenings during the air I breathe&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/dbaumgartner/MakingAHome/"&gt;The Making of a Home&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/miarenee24/MiaRenee/"&gt;MiaRenee&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/tamiwami21/MeMeandMoreMe/"&gt;It all started at 21&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/crystalmoon222/REFLECTIONSOFAPRISONWIFE/"&gt;Reflections of a Prison Wife.&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-3851922057225747233?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3851922057225747233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=3851922057225747233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3851922057225747233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3851922057225747233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/just-another-thursday.html' title='Just another Thursday'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-3822298156096266990</id><published>2004-01-21T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning about life</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG height=68 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/school4s" width=115&gt;My Journey into Journaldom has been exciting for me. Ive met many fine writers and many, many interesting people. The biggest asset has been knowledge. Ive learned about computers, web pages, writing styles, people, and a host of other things. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Each day I read the comments left on my previous Journal entry and then I write my next entry. Sometimes Im compelled to answer questions posed to me. Sometimes I expound on current personal situations. Then there are the entries where I editorialize. Im not sure I pontificate for the head swelling knowledge that others are reading my thoughts or just for the stress release I get from writing what bothers me down in black and white.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;All the above been said, I have placed my Favorite Sites category back on this Journal page. Ive added some sites that mean a lot to me. Hopefully, you will take the time to click on them and take a look. My intent is to give you an idea of what I am really like and where my brain travels. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Every time I go to someones Journal and read, I learn something new. I hope those who look at my site do the same.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-3822298156096266990?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3822298156096266990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=3822298156096266990' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3822298156096266990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3822298156096266990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/learning-about-life.html' title='Learning about life'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-8858779617095003013</id><published>2004-01-20T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 182px" height=876 src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/spiritsurgery005" width=1455&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, He's home and is already making us crazy. Last night he jumped up on the bed when no one was looking. I can't believe he could do that. That cast weighs a ton. He is definately going to need constant attention for the next six weeks.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;We've had breakfast and Libby is on her way to get her nails done. So, I have "Puppy Watch". &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I will make some sauce for spaghetti today. We will have capalinni bolognase tonight with a salad and some real crunchy bread. i will probably open a bottle of Chianti to go along with the dinner. Libby wants some meat balls also. I expect that she wants them to feed the dogs more than she wants them for herself.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Hey, go take a look at &lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/mountainmere/MountainOfExpectations/"&gt;Mountain Of Expectations&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;. What a great Journal. I've never seen an interactive map on a Journal before. Mere's site is a real fun experience. Give her a look.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-8858779617095003013?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8858779617095003013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=8858779617095003013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8858779617095003013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8858779617095003013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/still-crazy.html' title='Still Crazy'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-293586420633760528</id><published>2004-01-19T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit and AOL Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/butterdog2"&gt;Of course, I will start todays entry with a note about Spirit-Boy. I spoke to the Vet last night. He says that Spirit is doing real well. After the anesthesia wore of my Mutt apparently spent his time limping around behind everyone in the office looking for attention. He was able to go out to relieve himself and then eat some dinner. This mornings report is the same. He is doing great. Spirit will not be allowed to run, jump, or play for six weeks. I would expect that I will be extremely crazy by the time the six weeks is over.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I have volunteered to help John evaluate journals for his AOL Journal Awards. Ayn, Berly, and Crystal&amp;nbsp;will work with me. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;We received our first list of candidates last night. I visited all the journals and was quite impressed. I sure enjoy doing this. We should have the January 2004 recipients posted by the end of the month. Good Luck to everyone.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;We now know who will be in the Superbowl on 02/01. Im looking forward to the game, the new commercials, the food, and doing all this with Libby. We have always had our own little Superbowl party. We make special food and get comfortable with the Mutts in front of the TV to enjoy spectacle. Its always a great family day.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;OK, time for breakfast. I will have a fresh &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; orange today and some Special K. Ive just about empties the coffee pot already. Now, I will spend the next 3 hours running back and forth to the bathroom getting it out Bah! I hate getting old. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-293586420633760528?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/293586420633760528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=293586420633760528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/293586420633760528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/293586420633760528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/spirit-and-aol-awards.html' title='Spirit and AOL Awards'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-4129543079061055307</id><published>2004-01-18T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADDENDUM: Spirit's Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I watched the entire surgery. Let me tell you, It was a rough 3 hours. Spirit tolerated the surgery well. He is resting comfortable but, well "drugged". He will stay with the Vet at least until Monday evening. Then we must keep him inactive for 6 weeks. That will be a lot easier said than done.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Thanks for youe Comments and Emails. Libby and I appreciate your thoughtfullness and concern.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I'll let you know how things progress.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-4129543079061055307?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4129543079061055307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=4129543079061055307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4129543079061055307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4129543079061055307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/addendum-spirit-surgery.html' title='ADDENDUM: Spirit&amp;#39;s Surgery'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-6530449690380079641</id><published>2004-01-18T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressing myself "to the max"</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Today is the day we take Mr. Spirit for his surgery. He must be there by 7:30 and the surgery will start at 8:00 AM. I am up early mostly because I'm a little "stressed out " by this.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The surgery will repair damage done to his leg when he was very young. This damage to the bone has now caused him to limp and be in pain most of the time. So, the Vet. will break the tibia in two places and reset the bone removing the deformity. He will then reposition the bone at the knee at a new 4o degree angle. All this should take about two hours. Spirit will then be heavely sedated for about 3 days. We will bring him home Tuesday if all goes well.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I am seriously worried about all this. This to me is no different than what I have gone through in the past with my "human" family members. There is always the unknown to deal with and I am unable to control this or do it myself which increases my frustration. I have complete confidence in the two Vets who will do this but, am still worried.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Oh well, we will see what happens. I will let you all know what is up.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-6530449690380079641?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6530449690380079641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=6530449690380079641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6530449690380079641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/6530449690380079641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/stressing-myself-max.html' title='Stressing myself &amp;quot;to the max&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-3757793602348978800</id><published>2004-01-17T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting the day off right</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://members.aol.com/BillsComments/honeybells"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;I have oranges and grapefruits shipped in from &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;. Yes, I am in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceName&gt;Nevada&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; surrounded by Planet &lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;, &lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;, &lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New Mexico and Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&amp;nbsp;citrus groves. But, I have yet to find oranges or grapefruit from these areas that can compare to what I get from &lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;This shipment is Honeybell Oranges and Rudy Grapefruits. Honeybells are so juicy that you have to eat them with a bib on. I dont think you can buy a sweeter orange. The grapefruits are huge, juicy and sweet.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;The fellow I buy from makes sure I get fruit that is picked and shipped the same day. He has invited Libby and I to visit him and promises to take us to tour his groves in his plane. What a surprise hell get when I show up. I doubt his little Cessna will accommodate my girth without throwing out everything including the pilot.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;My Moms parents lived in the heart of &lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;s Orange Grove Country. I watched the stuff grow and walked out and picked my own off the branch. Also, my Dads Parents owned a citrus farm outside of &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;Mesa&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:State&gt;AZ.&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; I did the picking there too. From all I remember and the amount of o&lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ranges&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and grapefruit Ive consumed over my many years, &lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; fruit is the best for me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-3757793602348978800?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3757793602348978800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=3757793602348978800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3757793602348978800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3757793602348978800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/starting-day-off-right.html' title='Starting the day off right'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-2941546011740430255</id><published>2004-01-16T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supporting our Members</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;What a great first meeting The Journal Keepers had last night. John G. gets a lot of credit in my book for putting all this together. It was nice to chat with many of those whos Journals I read. It is my plan to work my way through the Membership and view everyones Journal. It is a responsibility of our Members to support each other so, read someone new each day.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I hope to figure out a way to creat a small green check mark with the words Checked by Bill. That way I can leave a "foorprint" even if I don't have a comment to make about a current issue on a particular Journal. That way folks will know that someone has been to their site and read their entry.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I will also try to look back at the "older entries" sections. This is a concern of the Group, that folks aren't looking at anything more than the "up front" entries on a Journal. It is simple to do, Just click on the blue&amp;nbsp;"&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;O&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;lder Entries"&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;link in the upper right side of the Journal you are looking at. Then pick the year and month and then you can start scanning. It's fun!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I am going to try and learn HTML so I can do more stuff here at my Journal. It should be interesting since I am old and addle brained.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-2941546011740430255?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2941546011740430255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=2941546011740430255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2941546011740430255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2941546011740430255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/supporting-our-members.html' title='Supporting our Members'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-7306107219744024764</id><published>2004-01-15T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gross Out" Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="17" Minute="0"&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="17" Minute="0"&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 94px; HEIGHT: 92px" height=140 src="http://members.aol.com/billscomments/walkingdog" width=138&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="17" Minute="0"&gt;5:00 PM PST&lt;/st1:time&gt; today will be the first meeting of &lt;A href="http://groups.aol.com/_cqr/myjournal2003?mmch_=0"&gt;THE JOURNAL KEEPERS&lt;/A&gt;. I am really looking forward to this first Chat. Ive met a lot of nice people since I started my Journal back in August of last year. Many have helped me learn how to do more with my Journal that just type out some words. I like folks reading my Journal and I like hopping around to other Journals to read the routines and thoughts of people from many different venues of life. I hope that the formation of our Club will foster an ever widening membership. If you arent a member yet, give it a try.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Ok, now Ill howl a little. This morning as I lay sleeping in my warm and snug bed the Mutts decided I needed to get up with them. So, they jumped up on the bed and began to walk around. The little one (75lbs.) started to nuzzle my wifes head as she hid under the covers. The big one (85lbs.) just lay down on top of me. This as you can expect made breathing difficult. These antics aroused me from my sleep. As I turned my head to yell for everybody to get off the bed Mr. Spirit (little one) gave up his tongue quest of my Wifes face and turned towards me. Man, I never saw it coming! With one quick lick he stuck his tongue into my mouth and gave me a big slurp. UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Hot, wet, dog tongue in my mouth. I am sure that I will now die a long and painful death from diseases that no man has ever had. Mouth wash and hot coffee have not removed the memory of this from my mind. I will now go down in history as the man who was French kissed by his dog!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-7306107219744024764?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7306107219744024764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=7306107219744024764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7306107219744024764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7306107219744024764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/out-contest.html' title='&amp;quot;Gross Out&amp;quot; Contest'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-3982334248074380161</id><published>2004-01-14T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping it sane</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;A href="http://w1.511.telia.com/~u51102888/anims/cartoon3/tigeranm.gif"&gt;&lt;IMG height=60 alt="animated tiger" hspace=15 src="http://w1.511.telia.com/~u51102888/anims/cartoon3/tigeranm.gif" width=117 vspace=15 border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/jjfgiuffre/SharingMyThoughtsFeelings/"&gt;John G&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/B&gt; wrote about folks who break off contact and dont bother to tell you why in his entry today. I understand his frustration and the stab to his feelings. It is never good to have someone just stop dealing with you and be left hanging with no idea why you are being outcasted.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I try to follow some rules of conduct when dealing with folks on the web. If I dont like your responses to my talk especially, if you are rude, I sign off by saying, Thanks for talking with me maybe Ill talk with you again in the future. If I have enjoyed our banter I will usually say, I enjoyed this and will look forward to talking with you again. I have also told a few people that I felt that our views on some subject were so different that I felt it would be better for each of us to Go our own way. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;What Im getting at here is to show the courtesy to let people know that you will or will not contact them again. Everyone needs closure with the events that they are involved in. Dont use profanity for any reason; it degrades you more than the other guy. Also, dont Yell, (type whole sentences in capitals) dont underline, and dont bold out. These are all email ways of being misunderstood, aggressive, surly, and impolite. Be courteous and treat everyone with respect. Keep a good name for yourself in our Journal Community. Insure that folks want to come back and talk with you again and again. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-3982334248074380161?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3982334248074380161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=3982334248074380161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3982334248074380161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3982334248074380161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/keeping-it-sane.html' title='Keeping it sane'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-235513620933974555</id><published>2004-01-14T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading and Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;A href="http://w1.511.telia.com/~u51102888/anims/book/book1.gif"&gt;&lt;IMG height=105 alt="book1.gif - 16662 Bytes" hspace=15 src="http://w1.511.telia.com/~u51102888/anims/book/book1.gif" width=112 vspace=15 border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I have been trying to read a few of the &lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A href="http://groups.aol.com/_cqr/myjournal2003?mmch_=0"&gt;JOURNAL KEEPERS&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt; new Members Journals each day. Ive managed to leave a couple comments but, have just read and then moved on with many. I promise I will go back again and again to all the Members Journals and try to keep up with the yak.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-235513620933974555?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/235513620933974555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=235513620933974555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/235513620933974555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/235513620933974555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/reading-and-writing.html' title='Reading and Writing'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-8818538484153972764</id><published>2004-01-13T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimpse of the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Every once in a while I go to eBay and look around. Last week I found a photo album from an estate that was up for bid. The album caught my eye because it had belonged to a fellow who had been in the Coast Guard prior to and during WW2. One of the Cutters (ships) he was on was the USS Red Wing, CG 271. That was one of the Cutters my Dad had spent a lot of his career on. I bid and got the album which arrived yesterday. It was real interesting to turn the pages of this piece of history and look at all the photos of the Washington, Oregon, and Alaskan coast.&amp;nbsp;I carefully looked at the people in every picture hoping to find my Dad. I didn't find him but did find some great pictures of the Red Wind and a fine idea of what she did on interenationl ice patrol and seal patrol. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;During the patrols she was&amp;nbsp;a lifeline for the small villages that dotted the coastline. She was a welcome visiter who brought the US Military to these remote places. She provided a change of pace for all she encountered while she went about her rescue missions and enforced the laws of our land. It was a real treat for me to see these pictures and know they were a documentation of the life my Dad had been part of when he was young.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Mom looked the album over last night and found pictures of many places that were also in my Pap's albums. Many names and places were familuar to her as things my Dad had talked about.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;There are a couple photos that I will have copies made for myself. Some of the pictures of the Cutter herself sailing in the artic ice are spectacular. I then plan to send the entire album to the US Coast Guard Historian in Washington, DC. It is a serious photographic look at this US Coast Guard Cutter and what her crews did from 1935 to 1942.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-8818538484153972764?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8818538484153972764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=8818538484153972764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8818538484153972764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8818538484153972764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/glimpse-of-past.html' title='A glimpse of the past'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-7473790571128707717</id><published>2004-01-12T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journaling through life</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;As you can see I have finally learned how to add images to my side bar. I am proud to be a member of our new group &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;A href="http://groups.aol.com/_cqr/myjournal2003?mmch_=0"&gt;The Journal Keepers&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; and want everyone to know it.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;People I've met through these Journals are the ones I credit with helping me learn how to cut and paste properly, how to upload to my AOL free space using FTP, and how to add images. Thanks all of you. I hope that there will come a time when I will be able to help someone learn like you all taught me. I may be wrong but, I think that the idea of The Journal Keepers is to support our members any way we can. I expect that by doing that we will strengthen our bonds with each other and surely perpetuate our group.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I'm off today to visit a friend who just had a knee replacement. This is the thrid time for him. He had both done and now there was a problem with the first. So, back to the knife again for him. I will take what is necessary for me to make lunch for us. We are having knockwurst, suarkraut, baked beans, rye bread, and huge amounts of beer. I expect it will be a good afternoon.&amp;nbsp;I'm not real worried about the food but, must insure that the beer is at a proper temperature. You know if beer isn't cooled properly you will get excess amounts of caleries from it. But, chilled to the proper 37 degree temperature it has no caleries. Keep your beer cold any you will never get fat from it.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-7473790571128707717?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7473790571128707717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=7473790571128707717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7473790571128707717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7473790571128707717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/journaling-through-life.html' title='Journaling through life'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-7127331434864701017</id><published>2004-01-11T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast of Champions</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I had a real treat for my breakfast today. You will only understand my pleasure if you are from the &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;New York City&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:State&gt;New Jersey&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and &lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; areas. I was able to get some Pork Roll which is extremely rare here in the desert southwest.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;You, not being from the areas I've mentioned, may ask, What the hell is Pork Roll? Ok, now that youve asked the question I get the chance to explain this regional food item.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Pork Roll or Taylor Ham is a spiced ham luncheon meat that comes in a round roll like a bologna. It is somewhat like a spiced, chopped ham but, has a tangy bite that is filled with a Smokey flavor.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The best Pork Roll is John Taylor brand. The second is &lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Trenton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; brand and finally Case brand. Each, in order has a milder flavor and smoother texture. I personally wouldnt eat anything but genuine &lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;TAYLOR&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; ham.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Pork Roll is fried in a pan and then placed on a Hard Roll (aka Kaiser) with catsup. Some folks add cheese and/or onion. It is also served fried with eggs and potatoes on a plate like you would have bacon and eggs. I like it best when it is thin sliced to fry in a pan or thick sliced and put on the charcoal grill. Either way, I am a Purist who only uses a little catsup with it.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I guess the influx of all us foreigners has prompted some Grocers here to carry it. I would imagine that they are sick of hearing a bunch of nasally Joizee folks demanding the stuff. We can be a bit irritating when we want something.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Ask for Pork Roll or Taylor Ham at you local Market or Deli. If they dont have it ask them to get some for you to try. Then fry it, put it on a roll, add catsup, and prepare to be transformed into a Joizee boy or girl when youse take your first bite.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-7127331434864701017?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7127331434864701017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=7127331434864701017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7127331434864701017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7127331434864701017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/breakfast-of-champions.html' title='Breakfast of Champions'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-7555769610059345086</id><published>2004-01-10T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines: Extreme Cold Grips Northeast States</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Black is the sky, but the land is white-&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Oh, the wind, the snow, and the storm!-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;Apologies to Robert Service in &lt;U&gt;LOST&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;A note to all my friends in the Northeast:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I wish you warmth by a constant fire,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I wish you hot food, I wish you hot drink,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;and I wish you many blankets.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; FONT-FAMILY: BrushScript-Normal-Italic"&gt;Bill &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-7555769610059345086?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7555769610059345086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=7555769610059345086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7555769610059345086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7555769610059345086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/headlines-extreme-cold-grips-northeast.html' title='Headlines: Extreme Cold Grips Northeast States'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-4372644254205646337</id><published>2004-01-10T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did he say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;There are a lot of people who have lost some of their hearing over the years. This can be caused by inherited problems, injury, or age. Mine for example came from being subjected to loud noises, mostly to mortar and small arms fire while in the military which was then exacerbated by working in and around transportation facilities. Most people lose some hearing as they grow older just like the Over 40 sight problems.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;What can you, the person who has good hearing, do to help those who dont? First, realize that they have a problem and try talking with them about it. A very large number of people who have hearing problems never seek help until someone close to them mentions it to them. Second, DON'T YELL. Talk in a normal voice but, insure that you are facing the person. Most hearing impaired people do some form of lip reading to compensate for not hearing all that is said. Third, understand that people with hearing losses become like wallflowers at parties. This is because the background noise of music or talking drowned out the closer conversation that they are having with other people. So, hearing impaired people wind up just sitting around looking like they are in another world and they are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Finally, I tell you with all honesty, hearing aids dont work properly for those who have a partial loss. I can be sitting in the TV room with my hearing aid on and still have trouble hearing the TV. Yet, my Wife will dump some dry dog food into the metal dog bowl in the next room and I will jump right out of the chair. There is no consistency with volume or tone in a hearing aid. Most folks quit using them in a couple weeks. Its easier to just not hear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-4372644254205646337?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4372644254205646337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=4372644254205646337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4372644254205646337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/4372644254205646337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/what-did-he-say.html' title='What did he say?'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-8582083676911559583</id><published>2004-01-09T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Libby is off to a concert at UNLV. A friend's Daughter will be a viola soloist at a concert by the Nevada Philharmonic. This is quite an honor for a 14 year old. I've heard her play and believe that she is good. Classical music concerts are rare since we moved to &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nevada. &lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;When we lived in NJ we were able to venture in to &lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;NY City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; to attend concerts at Avery Fisher Hall in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceName&gt;Lincoln&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:PlaceType&gt;Center&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; also, the Bach and Brahms programs at Riverside Chapel and NY Presbyterian Church. There is so little by way of "cultural" events here in &lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; that when one does appear it is mobbed. Each year during the Christmas season UNLV hosts the Messiah by Handel. If you want a seat you must arrive at least 6 hours early, then stand in line and wait.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The waiting is just a little to much for me. Plus, my hearing is shot so I cant enjoy the music like I did years ago.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; does have some Fine Arts and seems to attract more each year. Casino mogul Steve Wynn has a great art collection on display at the old Desert Inn, there is a good small art gallery in town, and both Bellagio and &lt;st1:place&gt;Rio&lt;/st1:place&gt; bring in shows such as the Treasures of Russia and our National Treasure art exhibits. I guess I just expect everything to be like &lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and dat aint gonna happen.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Guess Ill go listen to my Iron Butterfly, &lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida &lt;/SPAN&gt;album. For those of you who have never heard this album let me tell you what a quiet restful piece of music it is. Ill tell you that but, suggest you dont believe it.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-8582083676911559583?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8582083676911559583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=8582083676911559583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8582083676911559583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8582083676911559583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-8778160660563987908</id><published>2004-01-08T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many, many strange thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I've been trying all day to post a poem I wrote about my Dad and our fishing trips but, even though it's not that long it is apparently over the 2500 strokes that AOL allows here. I sure wish AOL would increase the posting size some. I think double to 5000 would be great.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Yesterday was the fourth annirversary of my Dad's death. Mom, Libby, and I went to lunch so we would be together for a while when we were thinking about him. I do miss him and the fact that I can't call him and just talk. He and my Mom were married for almost 60 years so, I sure understand her loneliness and sorrow. My K-9 Partner, Bear and my Dad were great friends. I know that when Bear died he went looking for and found Pop. They are both together and waiting for the rest of us to show up.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Maybe sometime I will find a way to put the poem up so you all can read it. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Tomorrow I think I'll talk a bit about some current events in my life. You know, cleaning up for the "Cleaning Lady" , putting all the Christmas stuff away, or working on my Federal taxes. God, I can't believe how my life is filled with such exciting new things every day. I should be know as "Eclectic Man."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Ok, Ok I promise I'll get back to reality tomorrow.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-8778160660563987908?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8778160660563987908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=8778160660563987908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8778160660563987908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8778160660563987908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/many-many-strange-thoughts.html' title='Many, many strange thoughts'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-7918659171616652084</id><published>2004-01-07T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The 50's was a time in our evolution when every kid in the world wanted to Go to the moon. Buck Rogers, Flash Gordon, and others filled us with dreams of space flight and aliens. I spent a lot of time following the progression of rockets in the old Nike program as our defense systems grew into the modern age. The Russians beat us into space in 1957 with the launch of SPUTNIK. &amp;nbsp;I listened intently on a friends Ham radio set as it yelled out its message while making its first orbit around the world. I have always been interested in our forays into the unknown. I was and am&amp;nbsp;amazed.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;During the late 60s I met Libby. She spent her summer vacation from college each year working for NASA at &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;Wallops Island&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:State&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; as a Math Technician. That, of course was during the time before pocket calculators and home PCs. A calculator was the size of a Volkswagen, a computer was as big as an aircraft carrier, and math was still done using a slide rule. We were in our infancy of scientific breakthrough and Libby was a real part of it. She was able to get me in to the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceName&gt;Flight&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:PlaceName&gt;Control&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:PlaceType&gt;Center&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at Wallops a couple times during launches. Our Space programs were moving ahead rapidly and there were enough flights and experimental launches to keep everyone busy. I was really awed by it all.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;I &lt;FONT size=2&gt;have always been interested in our space programs. I am absolutely beside myself as I look at the newest pictures from Mars. Our Lander has opened and taken some wondrous photos. Over the next few days the Rover will unfold from its cocoon and eventually move off the landing platform and roam around the Red Planet. I hope NASA continues to release new photos each day.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-7918659171616652084?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7918659171616652084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=7918659171616652084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7918659171616652084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7918659171616652084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/space-race.html' title='Space Race'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-3484019785845908301</id><published>2004-01-07T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I have been given the unique opportunity to help each of you entry the New Frontier of colonization. I have now available for sale twenty acre plots on our Red Friend right in the area of the recent landing. For a mere 3 Million Dollars you too can own a piece of fine real estate with no city crowds, no noise pollution, no ground pollution, and no air pollution. Act today, theyre going quickly. Dont be left here on Earth alone with all the chemicals. Go with us to pollution free MARS.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-3484019785845908301?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3484019785845908301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=3484019785845908301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3484019785845908301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/3484019785845908301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/space-travel.html' title='Space Travel'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-1222442033562514047</id><published>2004-01-06T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Im a little disappointed with AOL and my problems with the Journal. Now I have discovered that if I clear the temp files, cookies, history, and make the off line storage 1 then close AOL and use Internet Explorer I can get on and post entries. But, besides the inconvenience it doesnt help my problem with AOL itself. Even downloading a newer version of AOL 9 Opt doesnt help. There is a problem somewhere that will take some time to ferret out.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Hey, I learned something yesterday. Now, first I have to tell you that I am completely self taught when it comes to computers. I started back in the mid 80s with an old Apple2c and have progressed to the point that I have built my own computer systems, starting with nothing more than a Mother Board and a Chip. So, I figured out last night that if I use keyboard strokes to copy and paste I can place a prewritten block of text on to my Journal. What a revelation!!! Ive always tried to use the AOL task bar and thought they had fixed it so I couldnt cut and paste just to harass me. I guess you can call me a dummy for taking so long to realize how to get around a problem but, I am really a novice with this stuff I guess. Oh yeah, and old too.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Here is another experiment Ive done for the first time. Lets see if I can insert a graphic into my entry. Now well see if I can post all this. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Experimentation is a&amp;nbsp;good thing. I enjoy learning but, find that my brain takes a while to soak a lot of stuff up anymore. It would be nice if I could plug in somewhere and just assimilate knowledge. I'll have to work on this graphic insertion stuff. It didn't work within the text area. We'll see what happens next. Maybe my 'puter will melt down.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-1222442033562514047?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1222442033562514047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=1222442033562514047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1222442033562514047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1222442033562514047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/im-little-disappointed-with-aol-and-my.html' title=' '/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-2295207574829156461</id><published>2004-01-05T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I guess I'm going to deal with this on and off stuff with my Journal for a while. It appears that no one at AOL can figure out why I'm having this problem. It is extremely frustrating but, I guess I'll have to live with it. So, while it is working I'll write a little.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I am really looking forward to our new focus group, "&lt;A href="http://http://groups.aol.com/_cqr/myjournal2003?mmch_=0"&gt;The Journal Keepers&lt;/A&gt;". We will have our first on line chat January 14th. I am sure it will be fun and informative. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I have met so many nice people since I've been writing my Journal. I've also spent a lot of time reading what other folks write. Let me tell you, there is some real talent out there. There are some very interesting people who are nice enough to allow us all to read their thoughts and feelings. What a trip!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I will keep up my writing and hope that others will also. By doing this I believe we can all help each other through shared experiences. Knowing that someone else as been through the same problems, had the same feelings, or done the same things is uplifting to the spirit. It all helps us to feel connected, united, and bonded. &amp;nbsp;It takes away loneliness and replaces it with a world of friends.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Through this media we help ourselves and each other. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Man, are we good or what?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-2295207574829156461?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2295207574829156461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=2295207574829156461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2295207574829156461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2295207574829156461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-back-again.html' title='I&amp;#39;m back again'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-5246083834693174003</id><published>2004-01-04T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;OK, Here I am. I wonder how long this will last? Here it is the 4th of January and I've already "Cooked my goose" and had a birthday. I guess the year is over now.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I had so many great things to talk about the last couple days. You know, the regular New Year's pontification on life. I was really going to give you all an old fashioned oration about how life has changed and we are all doomed.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;That is probably why AOL decided to "unplug" me for a few days.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So, I guess I'll only say that I hope each of you will take the time to refresh yourself during the rest of this year. We will be back to the "Old Routines" tomorrow morning. We will go back to work and time will pass quickly. Before long we'll all be saying, Wow ! It's Thanksgiving and almost Christmas and I haven't done any shopping. Where did the time go?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;If you have to, put it on your calander to stop a few times during the year and look around. Be conscious of what is around you. You know, like the smell of new mown grass in the Spring. Like a walk on the beach on a Summer evening with the smell of salt air and the sounds of the boardwalk. Maybe even a ride through the woods in the Fall when the leaves have changed from green to bright yellows and crimsons. Rest your brain. Take time for yourself and see whats around that you can enjoy. Let's not rush through 2004 like we have all the years past. Take a few "Mental Health Days". With all our routines and work schedules try to squeeze in a little time to enjoy some "LIFE". You will be a better person for it.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I have spoken!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-5246083834693174003?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5246083834693174003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=5246083834693174003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5246083834693174003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5246083834693174003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-1638686081015876502</id><published>2004-01-04T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;My Journal access has been down since about 6:00PM on 01/01/04. I am beside myself with frustration. I believe the fact that I have just now been able to get on is a quick fix. It will end soon.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;AOL tells me that there is a glitch in the Server Service they use for the Journal site. I think they are just harrassing me to see if I will divulge all the Corporate secrets I have amassed about them.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;If they don't get this straightened out soon, I will.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Bye for now.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-1638686081015876502?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1638686081015876502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=1638686081015876502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1638686081015876502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/1638686081015876502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/bad-journal.html' title='Bad Journal'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-2303025981186115543</id><published>2004-01-01T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Gooses the Goose</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Well, the goose is cooked and eaten. It was good but, a lot of work. I think the next time I get an idea like this I'll find a restaurant to do the cookin' for me.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Picrure #1 - Mom checks the goose to see if he's done.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Picture #2 - Libby is met by a delegation&amp;nbsp;from the Dogdom Union. They demand their fair share of the goose.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Picture #3 - The goose roasted and prior to being devoured.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-2303025981186115543?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2303025981186115543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=2303025981186115543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2303025981186115543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/2303025981186115543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/mom-gooses-goose.html' title='Mom Gooses the Goose'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-5175203870265742015</id><published>2004-01-01T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking you goose in 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I will write a short note now to again wish everyone a very Happy 2004. I can only hope that each of you finds the health, peace of mind,&amp;nbsp;and prosperity you seek.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;We just talked to our friend Vinnie in New Jersey who is relaxing on his one day off this week. He'll be back to work by 7:00AM tomorrow.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Libby just left to pick Mom up. Mom wants to be here to watch me prepare this goose for the oven. We are all sure looking forward to this dinner. I hope it turns out OK.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I guess that in a few hours I will be able to say that I "Cooked my own goose" in 2004. This is nothing new for me as I have "Stewed in my own juices" many time over the years. My Word, the puns are killing me!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Have a good day folks I'll report in later.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-5175203870265742015?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5175203870265742015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=5175203870265742015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5175203870265742015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5175203870265742015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/01/cooking-you-goose-in-2004.html' title='Cooking you goose in 2004'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-8036560769155817178</id><published>2003-12-31T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE HAVE HEAT ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;We are again warm. The Furnace Guy came yesterday afternoon with the parts and made the repairs. I was able to sleep with only one blanket last night not the four I had been using. There is no "black ice" anywhere along the halls in my house, we can not see our breath while watching TV, and I no longer have ice tea in my mug. What a great feeling. Now I know why I never liked Alaska.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I had a real nice note from John G's son Robert. He is really an intelligent kid. It appears that John is really doing the "right thing" the way he is teaching him to think for himself. It is nice to be able to impart some of my "wisdom of age" on him and have a good conversation with a twelve year old where we both come away feeling good.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;We picked up the goose yesterday. It weighs about 14 and a 1/2 pounds. I will stuff it with apple, orange, cranberrys, onion, and celery. We are all looking forward to this meal. I have only had wild goose, Mom hasn't had goos in about 50 years, and Libby had wild goose with me once. This should be an experience!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Well, I wish everyone a Safe, Healthy, and Happy 2004. I hope each of you will find what you are looking for and you will have love and peace. Please remember to say a prayer for everyone who serves our Country in the Armed Forces around the world. They are our true hereos.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Let the party begin!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I await your thoughts in 2004.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-8036560769155817178?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8036560769155817178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=8036560769155817178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8036560769155817178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/8036560769155817178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2003/12/we-have-heat.html' title='WE HAVE HEAT ! !'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-7560263669388440525</id><published>2003-12-30T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2004 isn't going to be any better a year than 2003.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Those of you who gaffawed me for my laments about the cold should be pleased to know that it has snowed here in the desert valley. This is the first time it has snowed in the last 5 years. The temperature is a warm 34 degrees right now. It is raining, snowing, and sleeting as I write. Therefore, I doubt the Furnace Guy will come to repair the heat today. Unlike those of you in other regions of the country who have furnaces in your basements, mine is on the roof with my A/C unit. I figure that someone will come here to&amp;nbsp;give me heat about Monday, January 5, 2004. What a great way to end 2003 and start 2004.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;We will go&amp;nbsp;and pick up our goose today after Libby gets back from her trip to the "Hair Place". We have decided to roast the goose with apples, oranges, cranberries, onions and celery stuffed in him. We will make dressing in a pie pan instead of traditional stuffing in the bird. That way all this guy's&amp;nbsp;greese won't wind up soaking the stuffing. We will have wild rice,&amp;nbsp;rutabaka, fresh string beans, and bread/sage dressing to go with&amp;nbsp;"The Bird". I have also decided to make up a batch of homemade Sangria with a lot of apples and citrus (Portugese style).&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Oh well, guess I will get dressed in my old New Jersey winter clothes and go out to shovel the walks, oh, Wow! I don't have a snow shovel!! Whatever will I do? Guess, I'll just have to wait for it to melt and have another cognac.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-7560263669388440525?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7560263669388440525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=7560263669388440525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7560263669388440525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/7560263669388440525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2003/12/2004-isn-going-to-be-any-better-year.html' title='2004 isn&amp;#39;t going to be any better a year than 2003.'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379465903877094428.post-5424137445152191297</id><published>2003-12-29T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:47:12.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of desert life</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;We are freezing for real this morning. Sometime during the night our furnace "went out". The temp in here is at 58 right now and still falling. I know that for most of the population of our Country 58 in winter is considered balmy. Well, here in Las Vegas we consider that COLD!!! I am wearing a heavy sweat suit and have put a blanket over my shoulders. There are icicles hanging from the cactus and we can see our breath. The dogs who on a normal basis would never touch each other are curled up togther to share body heat. I took the butter out so it could get to room temperature this morning and it is still hard as a rock. My toast came out of the toaster cold. Libby turned the shower on and it snowed in the bathroom.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is Siberia. We will surely freeze to death before noon when the Repairman is so posed to be here. Please if anyone reads this, thaw us out when Spring gets here.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;12:30 PM. The HVAC guy just left. Leave it to me to have something so old that they don't keep parts in stock. He has to order a new igniter and says he will have it sometime during the day tomorrow. So, we will spend the next 24 hours (at least) with a very cold house.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I will send Libby over to Mom's and the dogs and I will camp out in the living room. I will light the gas fireplace for a while and should be OK throughout the night with an extra blanket.&amp;nbsp;I will probably have a couple healthy 'belts" of congac to keep me warm. (Wow! what a great excuse) Maybe I'll have more than a couple. This will definately be a Two Dog one Billy Night (my appologies to the band).&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The last camping I did like this was about 40 years ago. Of course, I was young then and my joints didn't stiffen up as soon as the temperature&amp;nbsp;dropped below 65.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;OK all you people, I hope you are warm and snug in your &lt;U&gt;HEATED&lt;/U&gt; homes tonight. I also hope you don't sleep a wink worrying about my dogs and I as we brave the elements here on this frozen tundra. I can see the polar bears stalking us now.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8379465903877094428-5424137445152191297?l=oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5424137445152191297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379465903877094428&amp;postID=5424137445152191297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5424137445152191297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379465903877094428/posts/default/5424137445152191297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldcommentsontheeventsofmylife.blogspot.com/2003/12/joys-of-desert-life.html' title='The Joys of desert life'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532972753986033631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuZMTozT5ss/SOLDngB57MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vdes_ku5IgE/S220/LVRJBilld.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
