<?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-675389916099843721</id><updated>2011-11-18T23:10:00.171-05:00</updated><category term='ui'/><title type='text'>A Blog in the Rough</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my life, it may be boring, exciting, depressing or weird... but it's mine and I'm going to live through it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>540</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-5005083609787845390</id><published>2011-11-18T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:10:00.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Thanksgiving Side Dish Are You?</title><content type='html'>Something I've always pondered on Thanksgiving is what kind of side dish am I? And now I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatthanksgivingsidedishareyouquiz/results/?result=Sweet"&gt;You Are Sweet Potatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatthanksgivingsidedishareyouquiz/sweet-potatoes.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are welcoming, caring, and downright sweet. Underneath all of your compassion, you are a very interesting and complex person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who don't know you well only know of your sugary reputation. Your friends understand that while you're sweet, you also appreciate a little spice in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer someone is acquainted with you, the more they learn about your subtle delights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are versatile and flexible. While it's true that you're a hit with the Thanksgiving crowd, you do well in almost any situation you're thrown into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatthanksgivingsidedishareyouquiz/"&gt;What Thanksgiving Side Dish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-5005083609787845390?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/5005083609787845390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=5005083609787845390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5005083609787845390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5005083609787845390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-thanksgiving-side-dish-are-you.html' title='What Thanksgiving Side Dish Are You?'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4742012402882089644</id><published>2011-07-02T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T00:00:02.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Critters - Traffic Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rd4mvtd9cYQ/TgalC-0djKI/AAAAAAAADzA/-zW9nqIdxvI/s1600/DSCF0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rd4mvtd9cYQ/TgalC-0djKI/AAAAAAAADzA/-zW9nqIdxvI/s320/DSCF0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622362655460002978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News Flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A major traffic jam has been reported heading Westbound on the I-G5 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Interstate Goat #5)&lt;/span&gt;. According to fellow climbers, it appears as if Black Goat #3 is suffering from a bout of vertigo, which is stopping the flow of climbers. Thankfully no injuries have been reported. For up to the minute coverage, tune-in to news at 11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4742012402882089644?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4742012402882089644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4742012402882089644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4742012402882089644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4742012402882089644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2011/07/camera-critters-traffic-jam.html' title='Camera Critters - Traffic Jam'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rd4mvtd9cYQ/TgalC-0djKI/AAAAAAAADzA/-zW9nqIdxvI/s72-c/DSCF0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4301533832066901800</id><published>2011-06-15T00:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T00:53:57.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Knoebel's Amusement Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xNByVrsGWhk/Tfg6cbqtDmI/AAAAAAAADy4/4uDLpJjgMn0/s1600/DSCF0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xNByVrsGWhk/Tfg6cbqtDmI/AAAAAAAADy4/4uDLpJjgMn0/s320/DSCF0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618304795282312802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4301533832066901800?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4301533832066901800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4301533832066901800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4301533832066901800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4301533832066901800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2011/06/wordless-wednesday-knoebels-amusement.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Knoebel&apos;s Amusement Park'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xNByVrsGWhk/Tfg6cbqtDmI/AAAAAAAADy4/4uDLpJjgMn0/s72-c/DSCF0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-6710380657482819843</id><published>2011-06-04T22:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T01:29:57.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - The Team Jeffie Meme</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know, I seem to have run away from the blogging world, but life (even for a not employed/disabled gal like myself) seems to get in the way of my blogging. But today's &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/2011/06/team-jeffie-meme.html"&gt;SS &lt;/a&gt;really pulled on my ol' heartstrings, so I had to at least participate in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE OR FALSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Q: Kissed someone on your friends list?&lt;/span&gt;   True, I've got good friends and family on my friends list, it's no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q: Been arrested?  &lt;/span&gt;Uh, false, unless you count getting pulled over as arrested, that'd be another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Q: Held a snake?&lt;/span&gt; True, but not for long, I love animals, but snakes give me the willies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Q: Been suspended from school?&lt;/span&gt; False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Q: Sang karaoke?&lt;/span&gt; False - I HATE KARAOKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Q: Done something you told yourself you wouldn't do?&lt;/span&gt; True - I think I do this a lot, sometimes with good results, other times, um, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Q: Laughed until you started crying?&lt;/span&gt;   Truish - I don't exactly cry, but my eyes sure water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Q: Caught a snowflake on your tongue? &lt;/span&gt;True - it's not hard if ya hang your tongue out in a snow storm around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Q: Kissed in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;   True - I got soaked, it was romantic when it happened, but now thinking back, all I wanna do is gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Q: Sang in the shower? &lt;/span&gt;True - I have, but don't remember when last, it's been a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Q: Sat on a roof top? &lt;/span&gt;True - If you count the roof of a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Q: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?   &lt;/span&gt;False - thankfully I don't have any a**hole friends who'd think of doing that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Q: Broken a bone?&lt;/span&gt;   False - Hurt myself in tons of other ways, but never managed a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Q: Shaved your head?&lt;/span&gt;  False - NEVER EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Q: Played a prank on someone?  &lt;/span&gt;True, silliness is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Q: Shot a gun?   &lt;/span&gt;True (of course, I'm an American, don't we all have guns?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q: Donated Blood?&lt;/span&gt;  False - Sadly I can't do this for secret reasons only a select few people are allowed to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. You hung out with?&lt;/span&gt;   My mom, she's groovy, we go everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You texted?   Mark, on my way home about a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. You were in a car with?&lt;/span&gt;  My mom again, just today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;4. Went to the movies with? &lt;/span&gt;Mark, over a year ago in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Person you went to shop with?&lt;/span&gt; Today with my mom &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(there's a pattern starting here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;6. You talked on the phone?&lt;/span&gt; Haven't talked on the phone since Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;7. Made you laugh?&lt;/span&gt; I laugh so much I don't keep track who I'm with - in fact I'm laughing right now and I'm alone, HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;8. You hugged?&lt;/span&gt; I hugged my two cousins to congratulate them after their baby shower a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 48 HOURS HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. Sang?&lt;/span&gt;  Yup, in the car along with the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Listened to music?&lt;/span&gt; Not on purpose, some god awful music was playing in the restaurant I was in on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;3. Danced Crazy?&lt;/span&gt;  I didn't dance crazy, but I WENT crazy when my shopping bill was all wrong at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Cried?&lt;/span&gt; Nope, all fun here for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1.Who was your first prom (or homecoming) date?&lt;/span&gt; I avoided these school activities in my day like the plague, I thought it was so "uncool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2. Who was your first roommate?&lt;/span&gt;  Never officially had roommates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time?&lt;/span&gt; I think it was a whole bunch of vodka, and whew wee, did I stink afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4. What was your first job?&lt;/span&gt; I was a paper shredder in the college I attended, yes, it was quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. What was your first car?&lt;/span&gt; I drove an old Buick Century and called it the "GnR-mobile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;6. When did you go to your first funeral and viewing?&lt;/span&gt; I was young, like 4 years old - it was a relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;7. Who was your first grade teacher?&lt;/span&gt; Her name was Mrs. Gano, my grandmother would accidentally call her Mrs. Canoe, thankfully never to her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;8. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?&lt;/span&gt; I went to Disney World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;9. When you snuck out of your house for the first time?&lt;/span&gt; It was during my ornery teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Who was your first best friend?&lt;/span&gt; Her names was Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;11. Who was your first Best Friend in high school?&lt;/span&gt; Her name was Peggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;12. Where was your first sleepover?&lt;/span&gt; I had to go to an annoying really rich and snobby girl's house for my first sleepover because it was her birthday, and I was invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;13. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day?&lt;/span&gt; My mom of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Who's wedding were you in the first time you were a Bridesmaid or groomsman?&lt;/span&gt; Never a bridesmaid - Was a flower girl at age 6, and a matron of honor a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. What is the first thing you did when you got up this morning?&lt;/span&gt; Gave a tummy rub to my one loyal dog (of 2 dogs) who never leaves my side, Zoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;16. First time you tied your shoe laces?&lt;/span&gt; I was in kindergarten, and the nun said I didn't do a good enough job - I think she might have been Satan in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;17. Are you Facebook friends with your first crush?&lt;/span&gt; Gawd no, I don't even know where that person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;18. Who was the first person you met from the blogosphere?&lt;/span&gt; I've never met anyone from a blog, but the Internet in general, I met a guy friend a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;19. What was the first music album that you bought?&lt;/span&gt; It might have been either an album by Wham! or Michael Jackson, I don't remember exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;20. Who was your first celebrity crush?&lt;/span&gt; I had a crush on an actor named &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0118011/"&gt;Ian Buchanan&lt;/a&gt;, who played the character Duke Lavery on the soap opera, General Hospital back around when I was 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-6710380657482819843?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/6710380657482819843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=6710380657482819843' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6710380657482819843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6710380657482819843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2011/06/sunday-stealing-team-jeffie-meme.html' title='Sunday Stealing - The Team Jeffie Meme'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-8138700290471635636</id><published>2011-03-27T20:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T22:58:44.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - The 5000 Question Meme, Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;26. Who has done something today to show they care about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be my mom who cares enough to take care of the house even if she's not feeling her best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 27. Do you have a lot to learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got many more years of life and learning to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;28. If you could learn how to do three things just by wishing and not by working what would they be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make lots of money&lt;br /&gt;Speak more languages&lt;br /&gt;Be wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;29. Which do you remember the longest: what other people say, what other people do or how other people make you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually remember things the most in any sort of way if it was extremely negative or positive, regardless of how it was conveyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; 30. What are the key ingredients to having a good relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty, unconditional love, and having the ability to admit you're always wrong (guys only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 31. What 3 things do you want to do before you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;br /&gt;Create a lil human with my genes in it&lt;br /&gt;Write a great novel that people want to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; 32. What three things would you want to die to avoid doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'd prefer death over would be if I had to kill animals or humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; 33. Is there a cause you believe in more than any other cause?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Causes related to animal welfare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;34. What does each decade make you think of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm getting older, but then again so is everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;35. Which decade do you feel the most special connection to and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the 60's would have been special to me had I been alive then because it was such a groundbreaking time for many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;36. What is your favorite oldie/classic rock song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any particular favorite coz I enjoy a variety of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;37. What country do you live in and who is the leader of that country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the US and that would be Pres Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If you could say any sentence to the current leader of your country what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably say "Hi! Do you mind if I pet your dog Bo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;38. What's your favorite TV channel to watch in the middle of the night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QVC. The weird and neat items for sale and their hosts always fascinate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;39. What Disney villain are you the most like and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eybT185Zt_s/TY_z7xy21VI/AAAAAAAADyQ/RyJFgJ7qAEQ/s1600/madmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eybT185Zt_s/TY_z7xy21VI/AAAAAAAADyQ/RyJFgJ7qAEQ/s200/madmm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588953870894552402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess Mad Madam Mim from The Sword in the Stone mostly because she's a  bit "touched" and who can resist a lady with purple hair?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;40. Have you ever been a girl scout/boy scout?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only made it to the Brownie level in girl scouts because I hated it and quit shortly after joining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;41. If you were traveling to another continent would you rather fly or take a boat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying definitely, I don't have enough patience to float to any destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;42. Why is the sky blue during the day and black at night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's all kindsa nerdy technical stuff related to light refracting and not refracting at night, but I'd much rather spend time finishing this meme for your entertainment rather than getting into a lengthy discussion that will probably bore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;43. What does your name mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a part of my name means "waterfall" in some language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;44. Would you rather explore the deeps of the ocean or outer space?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean definitely because I love sea life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;45. Word association&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What is the first word that comes to mind when you see the word:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Air:&lt;/span&gt; Oxygen&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;             Meat:&lt;/span&gt; Cow&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;          Different&lt;/span&gt;: ME!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;          Pink:&lt;/span&gt; Stink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Deserve:&lt;/span&gt; Dessert&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;    White:&lt;/span&gt; Linens&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;      Elvis:&lt;/span&gt; Memphis&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;      Magic:&lt;/span&gt; 8 Ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Heart:&lt;/span&gt; Warmth&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;       Clash:&lt;/span&gt;  Ugly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;        Pulp:&lt;/span&gt;  Oranges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;46. If you could meet any person in the world who is dead who would you want it to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be able to meet some of my relatives who have gone on to be with the great meme answerer in the sky before I came into being to find out about their lives firsthand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;47. What if you could meet anyone who is alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to meet Russell Brand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;48. Is there a movie that you love so much you could watch it everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could watch The Wedding Singer all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;49. You are going to be stuck alone in an elevator for a week. What do you bring to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop and an e-reader to read and keep myself connected to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;50. Have you ever saved someone's life or had your life saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given extra emergency medication once many years ago in the hospital (because my blood pressure and breathing crashed) that brought me back to the "alive and kicking" status, but I've never had a chance to reciprocate with anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-8138700290471635636?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/8138700290471635636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=8138700290471635636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8138700290471635636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8138700290471635636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunday-stealing-5000-question-meme-part_27.html' title='Sunday Stealing - The 5000 Question Meme, Part Two'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eybT185Zt_s/TY_z7xy21VI/AAAAAAAADyQ/RyJFgJ7qAEQ/s72-c/madmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-838239575846491439</id><published>2011-03-23T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T00:00:06.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday Blind Crossing?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TMJjAbKFtHI/AAAAAAAADv4/CNdr_5iiOQQ/s1600/DSCF9096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 359px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TMJjAbKFtHI/AAAAAAAADv4/CNdr_5iiOQQ/s320/DSCF9096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531092151305614450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-838239575846491439?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/838239575846491439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=838239575846491439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/838239575846491439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/838239575846491439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2011/03/wordless-wednesday-blind-crossing.html' title='Wordless Wednesday Blind Crossing?!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TMJjAbKFtHI/AAAAAAAADv4/CNdr_5iiOQQ/s72-c/DSCF9096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4056551506503881760</id><published>2011-03-20T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:45:03.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - The 5000 Question Meme, Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just some woman who happened to have her life turned upside-down about three years ago and thankfully survived with the help of many things (this blog included) and I'm off to a good start on the new and improved chapters in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. What are the 3 most important things everyone should know about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love traveling&lt;br /&gt;I have a strange fear of escalators&lt;br /&gt;I hate tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. When you aren't memes like this one what are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean I'm supposed to actually DO things besides memes? Well I'll be damned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4.  List your classes in school from the ones you like the most to the ones  you like the least (or if you are out of school, think of the classes  you did like and didn't like at the time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school I loved classes in psychology, writing, criminal justice, and absolutely despised anything Math related, ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5. What is your biggest goal for this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting the process of getting a certain someone across the pond to live with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;6. Where do you want to be in 5 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be happily married and living in a nice home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;7. What stage of life are you in right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just passed my mid 30's and am rolling headlong into the big 4-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8. Are you more child-like or childish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child-like I guess since I still love toys, games and cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;9. What is the last thing you said out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just yelled, "Hello, are you awake?!" to my mom who is in the other room, and I heard a snore in response, so I guess that basically answered my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. What song comes closest to how you feel about your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hear is silence at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;11. Have you ever taken martial arts classes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Taekwondo in gym class in high school and got to the Orange belt level when the classes stopped and we moved to "studying" other types of activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;12. Does your life tend to get better or worse or does it just stay the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does all the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;13. Does time really heal all wounds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes but the bigger the wound the slower the time goes, and it stands still sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;14. How do you handle a rainy day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just stick out my chin and grin and say..... THE SUN WILL COME OUT TOMORROW! Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, they'll be sun! Tomorrow, Tomorrow I love ya tomorrow! You're only a day a waaaayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;15. Which is worse...losing your luggage or having to sort out tangled holiday lights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luggage is far worse because I can easily run out to a nearby store to replace the tangled holiday lights fairly inexpensively. Luggage is not so easily replaceable especially when its packed with tons of souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;16. How is (or was) your relationship with your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with my mom is groovy now that I'm an adult and not giving her so much grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;17. Do you tend to be aware of what is going on around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and despite that, I STILL manage to trip and fall over things! Hmm, maybe I should stop paying attention to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;18. What is the truest thing that you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books made into movies are never as good as the original book, and neither are second, third, fourth etc. installments of the same movie. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;19. What did you want to be when you grew up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time I wanted to be a "baby doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;20. Have you ever been given a second chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, do overs, second chances, we all make mistakes and must redo things sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;21. Are you more of a giver or a taker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate giving unless I'm tapped out and require some taking to replenish my giving abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;22. Do you make your decisions with an open heart/mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do. Sure it takes more time and energy sometimes, but it's well worth it in the end. I recommend it to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;23. What is the most physically painful thing that has ever happened to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be a toss up between popping out kidney stones or having herniated discs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;24. What is the most emotionally painful thing that has ever happened to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through a divorce was my worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;25. Who have you hugged today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved on and returned frantic hugs and kisses upon my two crazy dogs who were beyond totally ecstatic to see me return home after being out shopping for a few hours today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4056551506503881760?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4056551506503881760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4056551506503881760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4056551506503881760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4056551506503881760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunday-stealing-5000-question-meme-part.html' title='Sunday Stealing - The 5000 Question Meme, Part One'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-1997242056164427119</id><published>2011-03-15T22:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:45:23.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - Creepy Faces!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-739RMBfek/TYAjl4BlecI/AAAAAAAADyA/QSK1p9VrZSw/s1600/DSCF0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-739RMBfek/TYAjl4BlecI/AAAAAAAADyA/QSK1p9VrZSw/s320/DSCF0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584502671540582850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nzqgdF4y1s/TYAjmCdqxLI/AAAAAAAADyI/HG4lpsll2Ds/s1600/DSCF0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nzqgdF4y1s/TYAjmCdqxLI/AAAAAAAADyI/HG4lpsll2Ds/s320/DSCF0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584502674342724786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-1997242056164427119?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/1997242056164427119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=1997242056164427119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/1997242056164427119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/1997242056164427119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2011/03/wordless-wed-creepy-faces.html' title='Wordless Wed. - Creepy Faces!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-739RMBfek/TYAjl4BlecI/AAAAAAAADyA/QSK1p9VrZSw/s72-c/DSCF0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4097162829531900120</id><published>2011-03-13T01:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T01:24:48.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burnt Toast Meme Part One And Two</title><content type='html'>Time to play catch up on on last week's meme and whiz through this week's too. Please enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at myself closely and thought "Wow, you're awake early again coz of that damn dog!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; 2. How much cash do you have on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely carry cash on me because I'll somehow end up losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'adore mi amour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 4. Favorite planet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/"&gt;Animal Planet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; 5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Caller ID, an "XXXXXXXXXX" from NJ called. Needless to say I didn't answer that crazy call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that's not high pitched and beepy, I'm not picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; 7. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A red shirt with a black and a white pug on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 8. Do you label yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No my mommy stopped putting labels on my clothing eons ago and I refuse to do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; 9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing Sketchers earlier, but not wearing anything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; 10. Bright or Dark Room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both, depending on what I'm doing, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they're groovy and probably wondering why they have a major drive to answer inane questions like these every Sunday, like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; 12. What does your watch look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got three favorite ones -&lt;br /&gt;A hello kitty one&lt;br /&gt;A ladies Mikey Mouse watch that matches my bf's men's mouse one&lt;br /&gt;A silver and gold one that's solar powered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching a DVD (Despicable Me) so I was online catching up with missed email while I was having real world fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting a repeat message that my bf called to say he arrived at the airport back in December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;15. Where is your nearest 7-11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a half mile from here across the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;16. What's a word that you say a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess "cool" or some form of an expletive would be what I say a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;17. Who would you like to show up at your door to say they love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend of course, who else, that mailman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tummy rubbing my lil dog Zoe all evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only "do" legal drugs, which would be 10 in the past 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;20. Do you miss film or does digital work for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't miss film one bit. I can take tons of pictures 'til the cows come home, and it doesn't cost anything and I don't lose money on developing bad pictures either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite age was year 9 when my uncle told me I wouldn't have to be a single digit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;22. Your worst enemy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time it's myself - I can be a real stickler cranky pants sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a picture of the nifty drapes in a hotel I stayed at a few weeks ago in Alexandia, Virginia. They're funky purple with silver and gray swirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;24. What was the last thing you said  that was funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, was it "nifty drapes" or "a real stickler cranky pants" you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take the million and by myself a jet - problem solved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;26. Who can't you say “no” to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dogs, ugh I'm a big softie with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;27. The last song you bought or downloaded?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bought/downloaded songs in ages. Maybe an audio book here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;28. What time of day were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10:37pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;29. What’s your favorite number? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to have a favorite number because numbers aren't my friends, especially since they're often related to the worst subject ever, MATH. Now my favorite letter is a whole other story - that'd be "L" of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;30. Where did you live in 1987?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was living at home in Delaware with my mommy and grand-mommy, and still attending grade school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;31. Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I tend not to be the jealous type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;32. Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some who are jealous, but I'd rather not point fingers at those whom have that sad affliction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;33. It's been almost a decade. Where were you when 9/11 happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at work finishing up a two hour intake interview with a new client in a methadone clinic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4097162829531900120?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4097162829531900120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4097162829531900120' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4097162829531900120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4097162829531900120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2011/03/burnt-toast-meme-part-one-and-two.html' title='The Burnt Toast Meme Part One And Two'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-2939849920831900074</id><published>2011-03-09T01:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T01:29:26.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - Anatomically Correct Animal Crackers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-91cdMoBR2WY/TXceNU8gBrI/AAAAAAAADx4/MKg53l8VF3o/s1600/DSCF0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-91cdMoBR2WY/TXceNU8gBrI/AAAAAAAADx4/MKg53l8VF3o/s320/DSCF0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581963477458618034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-2939849920831900074?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/2939849920831900074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=2939849920831900074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/2939849920831900074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/2939849920831900074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2011/03/wordless-wed-anatomically-correct.html' title='Wordless Wed. - Anatomically Correct Animal Crackers'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-91cdMoBR2WY/TXceNU8gBrI/AAAAAAAADx4/MKg53l8VF3o/s72-c/DSCF0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-6902942137285789303</id><published>2011-02-28T00:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T00:22:18.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Mayhem - Viral Monday</title><content type='html'>I couldn't resist playing the &lt;a href="http://mondaymahem.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monday Mayhem&lt;/a&gt; meme in my slow pace return to the blogging empire I once had not too long ago.  So here goes, this is one of my favorite viral videos, which is also a winner of one of Animal Planet's cutest dog contest.&lt;br /&gt;Minus the gawd awful commentary these shows insist on adding to make it funnier I suppose, this is one cute lil musical pup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BUQjj4OKDJw?rel=0" width="540" frameborder="0" height="290"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-6902942137285789303?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/6902942137285789303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=6902942137285789303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6902942137285789303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6902942137285789303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2011/02/monday-mayhem-viral-monday.html' title='Monday Mayhem - Viral Monday'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BUQjj4OKDJw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-6136738448007182524</id><published>2011-02-20T21:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T00:05:40.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - The Very Late Meme</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a long time since I did Sunday Stealing and I miss it's inane silliness, believe it or not. So here goes, back to that 'ol question-a-palooza!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Make a list of 5 things that you can see without getting up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dogs perpetually sleeping dogs &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(who wake up right when I'm about to sleep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of books in various places throughout the room&lt;br /&gt;The hallway to other rooms&lt;br /&gt;The computer screen which currently has 9 windows open &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'ma woman, and I multitask well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plastic bag that contains something short, red, black and silky/lacy in it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hmm, what could it be?! *grin*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;2. How do you style your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually have it back in a ponytail since it's the easiest to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3. What are you wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dark blue sweater, jeans, and a whole lotta dog hair since my dog insists on making his fur one of my daily accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;4. What's your occupation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am the chief cook, entertainer and door opener for His &amp;amp; Her Royal Dogliness, Milo and Zoe. In my spare time I write reviews on books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5. What do you hear right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock on the wall is ticking, and I'm attempting to listen to an audio book by Gene Simmons, but I'm getting distracted by these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;6. Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking it was my boyfriend Mark, when I saw him off at the airport in January, sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;7. What is/was for dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a homemade cheese steak without bread &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I can't eat bread coz of my lap-band)&lt;/span&gt;. It was good, but sometimes I miss bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;8. What did you do today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rested mostly from the overnight trip I took to Washington, DC and Alexandria, VA on Fri/Sat. Also went to the library, and to a grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;9. Dog person or cat person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an animal person. Asking me to pick which type I like better at this point would be like asking a mother to pick one of her children over another to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;10. If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was a "had to" kinda situation, I'd make sure it was completely boring like "Mary" since it must mean I'm going undercover for some reason and I just want to fit in with everyone else and not stand out with a name like Tallulah or Yolanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;11. What was the last thing that you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a buncha regular, but nifty nonetheless, souvenirs like magnets, a book, and t-shirt from the shops in Washington and Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12. If you could afford to go anywhere in the world, where would you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would take a trip around the world, and make sure I visited all the states in America too, since I love sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;13. Where do you see yourself in five years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see myself in a nice house with a loving husband and living happily ever after this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;14. Where's your birthmark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got one that looks like a little tree on the side of my right knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;15. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on an overnight trip to see The Library of Congress, National Harbor, and Mount Vernon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;16. Which book are you reading at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started "The Life And Opinions Of Maf The Dog, And Of His Friend Marilyn Monroe" by Andrew O'Hagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;17. The last movie you've seen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw "Knight And Day" this evening - didn't think it was that good, meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;18. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an appointment with my back doctor and a bunch of unscheduled free time after that, so who knows what I may get myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm also doing this in honor of fellow bloggy friend, &lt;a href="http://wtit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bud Weiser&lt;/a&gt;, who we heard on the SS blog that he was in the hospital...hope you get better soon and get outta there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-6136738448007182524?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/6136738448007182524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=6136738448007182524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6136738448007182524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6136738448007182524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunday-stealing-presuppose-youre-living.html' title='Sunday Stealing - The Very Late Meme'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-6825171970604402327</id><published>2011-02-16T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:26:00.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - Pillow Monsterzzzz!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ADw25Gxa7Xs/TVtj3fq6T9I/AAAAAAAADxA/1Azux4wdE1A/s1600/DSCF0010%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDeFX9pxGU4/TVtfjKTSbsI/AAAAAAAADw4/P-8HhyYD6FA/s320/hello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574154021466435266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If any of my bloggy fans still happen to be out there in cyber space wondering what happened to me since I disappeared way back in October &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(gasp, it's been THAT long?!)&lt;/span&gt; of last year - just writing to let those who are still around know that everything is great with me and that I'm back in the blogging game again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my bloggy mojo, after coming back from my vacation in England &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not sure why it got lost exactly, maybe I left it there on a double-decker bus?)&lt;/span&gt;, and thankfully it seems to have finally returned after some months of rest and searching. So now I'm taking small steps in my bloggy return, so don't expect me to go wild &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or maybe I will, who knows once I get goin')&lt;/span&gt; and blog 'til I drop again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I've missed reading my comments and knowing I'm making people laugh, not to mention I've completely lost touch with what you've all been getting yourself into these past few months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see some of my friends around here and looking forward to seeing what you're all up to as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-6910072190977351524?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/6910072190977351524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=6910072190977351524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6910072190977351524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6910072190977351524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDeFX9pxGU4/TVtfjKTSbsI/AAAAAAAADw4/P-8HhyYD6FA/s72-c/hello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4659624963029467913</id><published>2010-10-30T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T02:30:10.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Word Saturday</title><content type='html'>And today's &lt;a href="http://www.showmyface.com/"&gt;6 Word Saturday&lt;/a&gt; purty much sums up how I'm feeling in these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Relatives And Dogs - Driving Me Crazy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4659624963029467913?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4659624963029467913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4659624963029467913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4659624963029467913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4659624963029467913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/10/6-word-saturday.html' title='6 Word Saturday'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-5857264392825230488</id><published>2010-10-24T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:51:22.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - The Presuppose You're Living in New England Meme</title><content type='html'>On a side note, I'm back home safe and sound after having a great time in Manchester last month with my boyfriend and having him join me here for another week afterward. Hope all is well with everyone, and stay bloggy connected for more random blabber from me in upcoming days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you turned the heat on in your house yet this fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's been on and off, and on again for the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2. Do you allow your pets on the furniture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The furniture, the bed, tables - if they could figure out how to hang from the chandelier they'd probably end up doing that too coz I'd feel bad when they make a sad face when I yell at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;3. What were your final words for September?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo, I've got to go back to America in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4. What are your first words for October?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably "good morning," who knows? Really, does anyone care what it was that much to take note of first words of each month? I can tell ya it definitely wasn't, "GASP, I can't breathe!", or "OH BABY, MORE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Do you think you’ve ever seen a ghost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, never seen any ghosts, but I've heard noises and smelled strange things, that reminded me of dead relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;6. What is the one color that represents this time of year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;7. Which of your senses do you think is most sensitive this time of year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sense of smell is the most sensitive thus the reason why I end up with fall seasonal allergies a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8. What is your favorite thing to do at the county fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy eating treats like kettle corn, or cotton candy, and checking out the farm animals if they have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;9. What do you like when you have a cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, I HATE colds, because it usually ends up making me even sicker, and I get a considerably crazy cootie collection of Bronchitis, Rhinitis, Laryngitis, and Sinusitis all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;10. Are you willing to spend over $100 for a piece of winter clothing, like boots or a coat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can usually find good clothing/boots for under a $100, so it wouldn't be likely that I'd want to spend over $100, unless it had something rare on it like Hello Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;12. What do you have too much of in your kitchen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got too many annoying mismatched random pieces of silverware and plastic containers (tupperware-ish) accumulated from god knows where over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;13. What gripes do you have about this time of year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know if it'll be hot or cold before you walk out the door, it starts to get dark too early, and leaves get stuck all over my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;14. Other than yourself, are you responsible for getting anyone ready in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily because of my medical condition (and coz I ditched the annoying ex-husband), I don't have to even be responsible for myself getting ready in the morning. But if I do need to get up, the only beings I'm responsible for are the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;15. When was the last time you cleaned your gutters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had gutter guards installed a few years ago so we don't need to clean them anymore, hooray for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;16. So, it’s after Labor Day. Will you still be wearing white?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like wearing anything white, no matter what time of the year it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17. What shows are you most looking forward to this Fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The return of "The Middle" and "Modern Family" were what I was looking forward to this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;18. What three things have you just not gotten around to from the summer, but probably should do before snow flies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably walk my dogs more , clean out the shed in the backyard so I can move my stuff out of a rental storage I'm paying too much for and get the proper shovels and accoutrements out before the weather dumps a bunch of snow on us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-5857264392825230488?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/5857264392825230488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=5857264392825230488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5857264392825230488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5857264392825230488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunday-stealing-presuppose-youre-living.html' title='Sunday Stealing - The Presuppose You&apos;re Living in New England Meme'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-5928284150660367295</id><published>2010-10-20T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T00:00:04.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - Drunken Trash Dumpster? 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*Hiccup*'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TJdI3PCfnlI/AAAAAAAADOg/vuqHJ8Xzs-4/s72-c/DSCF9726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-1928732884739024413</id><published>2010-09-22T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T08:03:02.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - Great Squares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TJdHrJc7_eI/AAAAAAAADOY/VmyIpUPNKg0/s1600/DSCF9706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TJdHrJc7_eI/AAAAAAAADOY/VmyIpUPNKg0/s320/DSCF9706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518958674963070434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-1928732884739024413?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/1928732884739024413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=1928732884739024413' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/1928732884739024413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/1928732884739024413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/09/wordless-wed-great-squares.html' title='Wordless Wed. - Great Squares'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TJdHrJc7_eI/AAAAAAAADOY/VmyIpUPNKg0/s72-c/DSCF9706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-5033972036518024699</id><published>2010-09-20T09:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T09:41:19.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Update</title><content type='html'>Checking in with my friends out there in blog land. Having a groovy time in England and spent a soggy Sunday in Liverpool, home of The Beatles of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TJdhFb3fLXI/AAAAAAAADPA/KRHGC6JydEg/s1600/DSCF9809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 420px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TJdhFb3fLXI/AAAAAAAADPA/KRHGC6JydEg/s320/DSCF9809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518986614373559666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-5033972036518024699?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/5033972036518024699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=5033972036518024699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5033972036518024699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5033972036518024699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/09/trip-update.html' title='Trip Update'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TJdhFb3fLXI/AAAAAAAADPA/KRHGC6JydEg/s72-c/DSCF9809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-586506273554266034</id><published>2010-09-15T09:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T09:59:30.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - An Indian Candy Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TJDQenB7ENI/AAAAAAAADK8/5-F6NhXRZis/s1600/DSCF9325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TJDQenB7ENI/AAAAAAAADK8/5-F6NhXRZis/s320/DSCF9325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517138767820558546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-586506273554266034?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/586506273554266034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=586506273554266034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/586506273554266034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/586506273554266034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/09/wordless-wed-indian-candy-shop.html' title='Wordless Wed. - An Indian Candy Shop'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TJDQenB7ENI/AAAAAAAADK8/5-F6NhXRZis/s72-c/DSCF9325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-3520449119395611362</id><published>2010-09-12T19:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T02:51:02.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - The Sunday Stealing Player's Meme</title><content type='html'>Well everyone, I made it across the pond in one piece and am currently living still in the wrong time zone a day after arriving. So now that I'm in the land of the coherently awake insomniacs, I'll do the SS live from Manchester. HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1. :::sniff, sniff::: Is the dog in the house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, sadly what you're smelling is the new carpeting here. Alas there are no dogs in this place, and mine are probably home flinging around wildly since I'm not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. What is the best piece of advice you've ever received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher of mine in college once said that when you have kids it's not about you anymore, it's about them. So I took this to heart and haven't had any yet because I'm apparently not done having ME time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3. What's the worst experience you've ever had involving alcohol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never experienced a hangover in my life, however, I have peed what smelled like straight Vodka on occasion. But THE worst time EVER was when I was still drunk and throwing up in the kitchen sink while my grandmother was holding my hair back, yelling in my ears about how I'm going to be the early death of my poor mother one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;4. What's the worst thing you've ever done to another person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tied a friend's little brother to a clothesline pole and left him there since he was driving us nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Who do you think started the concept of memes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably someone who had no life or job and was feeling a wee bit nosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;6. Give a song title or line that describes how you are feeling right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure why but "Cocaine" by Eric Clapton suddenly popped into my head, but I don't really feel like I'm on it. Feel free to discuss the meaning of this amongst yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;7. What's your favorite search engine? Yahoo!, Google, Ask, Bing? or something else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean I've got to answer my own question?! GASP!  - I'm a diehard Yahoo! chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;8.  If Paul is the Cute One and John is the Smart One and George is the  Quiet One and Ringo is the Funny One, which Beatle are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be my own Beatle of course, Lyn the American silly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;9.  The democratic government decides that, not only do we have to share our  money with people who choose not to work, we also have to share our  children with those who do not want to ruin their bodies with being  pregnant. Which child do you give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd point them in the direction of a good foreign adoption agency, there's plenty to go around in some countries other than making us give up our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;10. When should you procrastinate - now or later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, good question, ask me this one at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;11. What is your favorite fast food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently in my travels in PA, the &lt;a href="http://www.sonicdrivein.com/home.jsp;jsessionid=9E6118B103071F6BCCAD969748F93EFE.sonic-prod"&gt;SONIC Drive-In&lt;/a&gt; has become my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;12. What was your favourite game as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed a few games, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uncle_Wiggily_%28board_game%29"&gt;Uncle Wiggly&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/12412/gingerbread-man-game"&gt;Gingerbread Man&lt;/a&gt;, and a matching world flags game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This was obviously written by a Brit, didja see that spelling of "favorite?")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;13. Why terrible twos have to be terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all has to do with a lengthy discussion on the growth and development of a human, that I quite frankly don't feel like getting into. Now leave me alone, I feel a tantrum coming on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Describe your favorite family member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be my mom of course, who could beat her total coolness, and her ability to put up with me all these years without selling me off to the circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15. What does your favorite breakfast consist of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should consist of lots of quietness and maybe a drink&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (morning appropriate of course)&lt;/span&gt; and a dash back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;16. What food is better the day after it was made?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All food tastes better the second day because you didn't have to spend time preparing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;17. What was your last big purchase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "house" made a purchase for a wildly large 50 inch flat screen tv, which is quite awesomely detailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;18. When was the last time you kissed someone and really enjoyed it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a bloke good night about a half hour ago, and I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;19. Why are there memes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a guide to help us all learn about mundane things about people all across the world and to discover we're all just as weird as the other person posting next to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;20. Described yourself using two words that rhyme. (i.e. fuddy-duddy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a silly-jilly of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;21. If you were given the option of a "do-over" in life .. would you take it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, coz with my history of weird luck, I'd have made it even worse the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;22. What movie makes (or has made) you cry? What touched you about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cartoon, "UP" made me cry when the main character's wife dies. Love and loss is a terribly sad thing for the person who's left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;23. What is one big mistake that you did in your life? And what did you do to make it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a cluster of big mistakes in one bunch that involved me messing up in college, quitting and generally not doing the right thing. But luckily my brain decided to mature, and I stopped the stupid and completed the schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;24. When Life Gives You Lemons, What Do You Do With Them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squirt them in someone else's eyes so they can be miserable along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;25. How different are you in real life as compared to the online identity you have created for yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the time where I admit to everyone that I'm a skinny, short, bisexual man from Greenland, with an inordinate fear of animals, plumber by trade, and loves techno music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;26. Do you know what your parents would have named you if you had been born the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes actually I do know, my mom told me I would have been either Brendan or Brandon if I was a boy, but alas Lynette was what popped out instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-3520449119395611362?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/3520449119395611362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=3520449119395611362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/3520449119395611362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/3520449119395611362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunday-stealing-sunday-stealing-players.html' title='Sunday Stealing - The Sunday Stealing Player&apos;s Meme'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-5425660093217240230</id><published>2010-09-10T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:00:03.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Traveling I Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TIBrRjyPuHI/AAAAAAAAC8c/KaJ8Ph-TPq4/s1600/travel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TIBrRjyPuHI/AAAAAAAAC8c/KaJ8Ph-TPq4/s320/travel.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512523893309421682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I've been keeping this a secret from my fans who read this blog, but I wanted to let you all know that I'm leaving tonight for Manchester, England, to visit my boyfriend, &lt;a href="http://www.aneerietapestry.com/"&gt;Mark&lt;/a&gt;. I'll be staying with him until October 3rd. Then both of us will be flying back here for an upcoming travel to New York City again. This time I'll be accompanying Mark to a &lt;a href="http://www.newyorkcomiccon.com/"&gt;comic book convention&lt;/a&gt;, much like last time, when he accompanied me to the &lt;a href="http://www.bookexpoamerica.com/"&gt;Book Expo America&lt;/a&gt; in the same convention center back in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're attempting to do something a little bit different this visit - part of the time he'll be with me, the other part I'll be on my own when he goes back to work. Hopefully once I get my feet wet and I'm comfortable with the area, I'll post my whereabouts and exciting happenings like I did when I managed to tackle Niagara Falls, Canada back in 2008 on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TIBtn1bSf1I/AAAAAAAAC8k/Lokbnz1X7Bk/s1600/ddb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TIBtn1bSf1I/AAAAAAAAC8k/Lokbnz1X7Bk/s200/ddb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512526475025350482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll admit I'm a bit apprehensive to begin with doing things by myself, but adding that with being in another country, and not having a car &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm kinda chicken to drive, and he doesn't drive at all)&lt;/span&gt; and using public transportation to get anywhere &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(we hardly have any here in DE)&lt;/span&gt;, this looks like it just may be a wild new adventure for me, but I think I'm up for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-5425660093217240230?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/5425660093217240230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=5425660093217240230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5425660093217240230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5425660093217240230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/09/traveling-i-go.html' title='A Traveling I Go!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TIBrRjyPuHI/AAAAAAAAC8c/KaJ8Ph-TPq4/s72-c/travel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-343663085769773410</id><published>2010-09-06T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:35:00.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Microfiction Monday</title><content type='html'>Hooray it's that quick 140 word story time of the week again! And here's the picture and the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TIQ3nkKWtLI/AAAAAAAAC9c/SrvrmCR45yc/s1600/boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TIQ3nkKWtLI/AAAAAAAAC9c/SrvrmCR45yc/s320/boat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513592996669863090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I said 5 ft. waves, not 50! You know I can't do those! Now you've gone and knocked her clean outta the boat, now what Mr. Smartypants?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-343663085769773410?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/343663085769773410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=343663085769773410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/343663085769773410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/343663085769773410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/09/microfiction-monday.html' title='Microfiction Monday'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TIQ3nkKWtLI/AAAAAAAAC9c/SrvrmCR45yc/s72-c/boat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-8795173894755421638</id><published>2010-09-05T00:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:18:48.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - The Majorly Personal Meme, Part The Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;41. What are your plans for this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No specific plans but I ended up at a Polish-American festival on Saturday, who knows what I'll be doing for the next two days of this holiday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;42. Do you think someone might be thinking poorly about you? Why might that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there might be someone who thinks poorly about me, but I'd rather not dwell on that long enough to actually point someone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;42. What features don't you have that you would like on your cell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?! Umm, I'd like an escape feature on my cell, because I'm purty sure cells don't have them. Oh, you mean cell phone?! A GPS maybe, or free calling all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;43. How many people can comfortably sleep in your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the amount of animals that end up in my bed in any given night, only one other person who happens to really love me and them will want to sleep in my bed, let alone comfortably which is a whole other discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;44. What are you hoping happens by the end of 2010?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get through the winter/Christmas season with little to no bloodshed, and 2011 arrives like it's supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;45. What was the last video you watched on YouTube?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really must know, it was "10 Facts About Books You Won't Read In A Book About Books."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="185" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWHBsNka4po?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWHBsNka4po?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="185" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;46. Would you ever agree to an open relationship with someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm getting too old to be doing that. Too much mental and physical work for those kinda things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;47. Is there something that you could never give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My animals - No one comes between me and my furry children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;48. Would you, (or did you) prefer a small, intimate wedding reception, or a big-scale, over-the-top reception?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, and still do prefer small weddings and not "big circus, big bucks" kinds of weddings that last a few hours, and end up in divorce in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;49. What’s bothering you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think anything was bothering me until I started thinking about what it could possibly be, now I'm all annoyed and bothered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;50. Do you hate anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any specific hatred for anyone in particular at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;51. What were you doing at 12 am last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;52. Was this summer a good one? How warm was it where you live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was a good summer, lots of sun, a little bit of rain, but we had lots of heat waves too, so thankfully we have air conditioning in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;52. Is the last person you kissed before your current situation mad at you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "current situation?!" Who even says that? But no, I don't think anyone is mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;53. Can a man and woman be friends without having feelings for each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course men and women can be friends without wanting to jump each other's bones, not everyone is attracted sexually to everyone of the opposite sex and some people like having friends of the opposite sex to get advice from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;54. Do you think long distance relationships work? If you’ve had one, tell us about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they didn't work, I wouldn't be getting on a plane this Friday to wing my way to Manchester, England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;55. Do you know why it’s called “Random Boredom“?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the same reason why it's called "Definite Elation," right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;56. Do you thing that it’s always the man’s responsibility to initiate sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I thing he should initiate sex always. In fact with his thing, to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;57. Have you ever made love while you were in the same room with another couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I try to forget my younger days of sexual stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;58. Tell us the best thing about your current or most recent S/O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's funny, and has one of those sexy British accents that us Americans drool all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;59. Tell us the worst thing about your current or most recent S/O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't live in Delaware, and I have to get on a plane to see him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you write one question in today’s comments so that we could  have our followers allow us to steal their questions? We’ll need at  least 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll pop this question over there ---&gt; What's your favorite search engine? Yahoo!, Google, Ask, Bing? or something else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-8795173894755421638?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/8795173894755421638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=8795173894755421638' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8795173894755421638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8795173894755421638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunday-stealing-majorly-personal-meme.html' title='Sunday Stealing - The Majorly Personal Meme, Part The Last'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-5296171674566521632</id><published>2010-09-04T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:23:00.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Critters - Bed Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TIESRk505JI/AAAAAAAAC9E/F6G0IvOAh8M/s1600/DSCF9560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TIESRk505JI/AAAAAAAAC9E/F6G0IvOAh8M/s320/DSCF9560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512707512051491986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my crazy little dog, Zoe's interpretation of the phrase "bed head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://camera-critters.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 91px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TIET5CAwvqI/AAAAAAAAC9M/aTQhoWoXojI/s200/CameraCritters3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512709289391734434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-5296171674566521632?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/5296171674566521632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=5296171674566521632' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5296171674566521632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5296171674566521632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/09/camera-critters-bed-head.html' title='Camera Critters - Bed Head'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TIESRk505JI/AAAAAAAAC9E/F6G0IvOAh8M/s72-c/DSCF9560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-2175183761804881216</id><published>2010-09-03T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:00:03.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skywatch Friday - Sunset</title><content type='html'>On the way to Wellsboro, our first destination of our vacation in Pennsylvania two weeks ago, I managed to catch the sunset while we were whizzing by the countryside looking for a hotel to stay in for the night. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(For a small, relatively unknown place in the middle of nowhere, the hotels were all full!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TH__xdBTuMI/AAAAAAAAC78/1x6t0wrF3Qw/s1600/DSCF9760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TH__xdBTuMI/AAAAAAAAC78/1x6t0wrF3Qw/s320/DSCF9760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512405693993564354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TIACPhUOz3I/AAAAAAAAC8M/B_bL1aBlnrM/s1600/DSCF9759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TIACPhUOz3I/AAAAAAAAC8M/B_bL1aBlnrM/s320/DSCF9759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512408409566007154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://skyley.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 18px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TIAHruEO-cI/AAAAAAAAC8U/tEZViZk4u9o/s200/swfsmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512414391583046082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-2175183761804881216?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/2175183761804881216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=2175183761804881216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/2175183761804881216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/2175183761804881216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/09/skywatch-friday-sunset.html' title='Skywatch Friday - Sunset'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TH__xdBTuMI/AAAAAAAAC78/1x6t0wrF3Qw/s72-c/DSCF9760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-575490733142258090</id><published>2010-09-02T01:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T01:45:56.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 13 - Sushi</title><content type='html'>I recently finished the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Story Of Sushi: An Unlikely Saga Of Raw Fish And Rice&lt;/span&gt;, by Trevor Corson, and thought I'd list some little known information about sushi I learned from this cool read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TH8yAAsDz1I/AAAAAAAAC70/UvK8pCmRxGg/s1600/zenofish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TH8yAAsDz1I/AAAAAAAAC70/UvK8pCmRxGg/s320/zenofish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512179444690964306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 Sushi Facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earliest form of rolled sushi was found in a cookbook in 1776 – using poisonous blow-fish skin instead of seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original sushi took a year to eat because of the slow process of fermentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word “sushi” doesn’t refer to fish at all—it refers to rice that has been seasoned with vinegar, sugar, and salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza, spaghetti, and McDonald's food is actually more popular a food than sushi is in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most wasabi served with sushi in the US is not actually real wasabi, but a mixture of horseradish, mustard extract and powder, citric acid and blue and yellow dyes. This is due to the fact that the wasabi plant is a difficult to grow, expensive, and impossible to keep fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The California Roll was first served in the Tokyo Kaikan restaurant in the 1970's and was instrumental in spreading sushi's popularity across America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knives used by  sushi chefs are the direct descendants of samurai swords, and the blades  must be sharpened and reshaped every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; women to graduate Manchester University, Kathleen Drew-Baker, in 1949 dedicated her life to studying seaweed after being fired from her teaching job for being married. She discovered facts about seaweed that enabled farmers to purposely cultivate seaweed instead of relying on luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japan, an apprentice  sushi chef spends two years learning to cook and season the rice, and  another three learning to prepare fish, before he is allowed to work  behind the sushi bar. Whereas in America, because of high demand, chefs are allowed to work with only a few months of training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the pickled ginger is to cleanse the palate between  different types of fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat the radish if it's served on your plate because it's not only seriously difficult to create, but the chemicals inside the vegetable assist in killing harmful bacteria. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which is good if you're eating raw fish&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is perfectly acceptable to eat sushi with your hands, and it should be eaten in one bite &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(unless of course you have a lapband like I do)&lt;/span&gt;. Eat Sashimi with chopsticks however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi chefs are primarily males but females are vying for the role too. There's even a comic book entitled, Sushi Chef Kirara, about a female sushi chef.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-575490733142258090?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/575490733142258090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=575490733142258090' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/575490733142258090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/575490733142258090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/09/thursday-13-sushi.html' title='Thursday 13 - Sushi'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TH8yAAsDz1I/AAAAAAAAC70/UvK8pCmRxGg/s72-c/zenofish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-178402298641876774</id><published>2010-09-01T00:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:24:00.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - Funky Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/THxoO4A3-kI/AAAAAAAAC7k/S-LQ0WbZJjU/s1600/DSCF9796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/THxoO4A3-kI/AAAAAAAAC7k/S-LQ0WbZJjU/s320/DSCF9796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511394648758155842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-178402298641876774?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/178402298641876774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=178402298641876774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/178402298641876774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/178402298641876774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/09/wordless-wed-funky-flower.html' title='Wordless Wed. - Funky Flower'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/THxoO4A3-kI/AAAAAAAAC7k/S-LQ0WbZJjU/s72-c/DSCF9796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-6056895310632583013</id><published>2010-08-30T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:00:01.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Microfiction Monday!</title><content type='html'>Had a little break from &lt;a href="http://www.stonyriver.ie/"&gt;MM&lt;/a&gt;, but I'm back again, hopefully on a weekly basis once again!&lt;br /&gt;Now onto this week's picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/THrwqb2t4uI/AAAAAAAAC7U/S87poF0djsk/s1600/coolville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/THrwqb2t4uI/AAAAAAAAC7U/S87poF0djsk/s320/coolville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510981705863652066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to his dismay, Bob discovered the truth about Coolville. It didn't come close to the hedonistic wonderland of Belpre, despite the sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-6056895310632583013?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/6056895310632583013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=6056895310632583013' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6056895310632583013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6056895310632583013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/08/microfiction-monday.html' title='Microfiction Monday!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/THrwqb2t4uI/AAAAAAAAC7U/S87poF0djsk/s72-c/coolville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-7631152787441798399</id><published>2010-08-28T19:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:11:43.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - The Majorly Personal Meme, Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;21. If you were to live your life without your best friend, what would change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have someone who has known me for twenty-five years around to reminisce of our many years together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;22. Tell us about a era of your life that you really miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being a child, not having any responsibilities, ailments etc. But of course then all I wanted to do was grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;23.  Have you ever been betrayed by someone that came as a complete  surprise? Without revealing the person, if yes, tell us about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind revealing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(many of you know this already)&lt;/span&gt; that my ex-husband betrayed me by leaving me suddenly, when I was sick, and a few weeks before a scheduled surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;24. Do you ever think that is a good idea to hide your feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's usually not a good idea to hide them because they'll most likely leak out at some point and either you end up getting upset/sick etc. from holding them in, or another person is annoyed that you didn't tell them about your feelings in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;25. Tell us about your favorite year when you were a student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a few years of fun in college when I had plenty of energy to have fun and study a bit all in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;25. When was the last time you were in a very good mood? What caused it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually in a very good mood when I'm on a vacation and my camera is working properly and I'm surrounded many great picture opportunities. So that would have been last week when I was in Pennsylvania with my mom and Aunt visiting the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pine_Creek_Gorge"&gt;PA Grand Canyon&lt;/a&gt; near Wellsboro, and visiting the &lt;a href="http://www.pacapitol.com/"&gt;state capitol building in Harrisburg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;26. Have you ever had a romantic relationship with a sibling of a good friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, that would be kinda too weird for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;27. Tell us about the last thing that you did that you truly regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really regret taking my dog and cat together to the vets a few weeks ago. It was expensive, a waste of my time and the poor lil gal is still itchy! (Zoe) Worse yet I got "suckered" into unnecessary shots that the cat already had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;28. When did you laughed today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed when I recognized a skinny old balding guy walking down the same path I was walking near our Wilmington riverfront, with no shirt on and carrying a large 80's type of boom box singing along with the music. I saw him on this same path last time I was there a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;29. Do you trust easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't trust easily probably from too many years of exposure to weirdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;30. What do you care about that you wish more people would?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish more people would care about mental illnesses and substance abuse, because there are too many people with such issues and not enough other people out there investing time and energy in getting the people with those issues to a healthier point in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;31. Is it easier for you to go without food or go without sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither. Trust me, you don't want to be around me when I'm seriously hungry or lack sleep. I can be quite a cranky chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;32. What non-alcohol beverage do you enjoy drinking the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love drinking grape juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;33. When you walk into a room full of strangers, generally how is your confidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to be quiet and shy until I get to know people. The funnier the people tend to be the quicker I tend to be less quiet and shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;34. Does talking about sex with anyone but your lover make you uncomfortable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not usually, but it really depends on how in depth/gory and exactly who it is I'm talking with at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;35. Do you tend to believe members of the opposite sex mostly behave the same way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there are some generalizations with both males and females, but there's also lots of differences too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;36. Did you drink any alcohol this week? If yes, what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't had alcohol in a few months, since I'm not much of a drinker, and I'm really not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;37. Would you ever consider being a vegetarian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought about it many times because I feel so bad for all the animals that have to die for me to eat. But then I smell a juicy burger, and I'm off thinking otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;38. Do you believe that there’s always room in your heart for someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, there's room in your heart for someone and sometimes you may even find yourself having room for several someones simultaneously, but then you can get into trouble that way. Which is why I stick to having a roomy heart for animals, they don't seem to mind as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;39. Do you believe in the concept of soul mates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I kinda believe that a person/soul can discover more than one mate in a lifetime, and for some people/souls, they sadly never find any ever, for whatever mysterious unknown reason, souls are weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;40. Last week, we had a few players criticize our victim’s questions.  Which is fine to do and we value your opinion. Would you ever consider  writing questions for Bud and me to post on a Sunday Stealing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my dear Judd and Bud,&lt;br /&gt;all you have to do is ask and ye shall receive -&lt;br /&gt;for I am not a stick in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I should say no,&lt;br /&gt;since giving permission wouldn't be stealing&lt;br /&gt;As far as that go (es).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-7631152787441798399?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/7631152787441798399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=7631152787441798399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7631152787441798399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7631152787441798399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-stealing-majorly-personal-meme_28.html' title='Sunday Stealing - The Majorly Personal Meme, Part Two'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4602977427350554577</id><published>2010-08-25T13:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T13:53:41.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - Who Stole The "U"s?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/THVYTHY9TQI/AAAAAAAAC7M/INeaBcE_r_U/s1600/DSCF9650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/THVYTHY9TQI/AAAAAAAAC7M/INeaBcE_r_U/s320/DSCF9650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509406804582157570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4602977427350554577?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4602977427350554577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4602977427350554577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4602977427350554577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4602977427350554577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-wed-who-stole-us.html' title='Wordless Wed. - Who Stole The &quot;U&quot;s?'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/THVYTHY9TQI/AAAAAAAAC7M/INeaBcE_r_U/s72-c/DSCF9650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-2960571888658117326</id><published>2010-08-22T00:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T17:58:08.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - The Majorly Personal Meme, Part One</title><content type='html'>Back from vacation this week (had a groovy time), and ready to entertain the masses with another installment of &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Stealing!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;happier now than you were five months ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in about the same happiness level now, as I was 5 months ago, which varies from blah to YAY! depending on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Have you ever slept in the same bed with anyone that you shouldn't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a friend a few times, but that was many, many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3. Can you sleep in total darkness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer darkness unless I'm in a place I'm not familiar with, then I like a small light so I don't fall on my face, if I have to get up in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;4. Your phone is ringing. It’s the person you fell hardest for, the one who got away, what do you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say, "HI, who is this?!? because I wouldn't know who it was that "got away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;5. What do you think about the weather this summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot and humid as usual for this area, but I'm so glad it's not like it was in the winter with all that crazy snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;6. How many people do you trust with everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is the only person I trust with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;7. What was the last thing you drank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently drinking mandarin orange sparkling water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;8. Is there anyone you want to come see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides Mark of course, I'd like my two little cousins (4 &amp;amp; 6) to come visit since they rarely come here with their mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;9. Name one thing you love about winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, thinking...can't think up anything I love about winter, since I hate it unless it's unusually warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;10. Have you ever dated a Goth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope - but I was a sort of Goth at some point in my teen years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;11. What are you looking forward to tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest and quiet. I just got back home from a 5 day vacation with my mom and Aunt, and I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;12. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like having to get in the car to drive home for 2.5 hours after a vacation spent driving around to different places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;13. What's the longest that you have committed to one person and one person only?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three and a half years worth of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;14. What’s the first thing you did when you opened your eyes today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked to see what time it was on my cellphone, groaned, and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;15. Has anyone ever told you they never want to ever lose you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a few times - some of them I personally wanted to lose permanently, yet they kept coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;16. Is there anybody that you wish you could fix your relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any broken relationships that need fixing currently, but I would like to have more time to spend with some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;17. Could you go out in public, looking like you do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not unless I want to cause people to stare and gasp, and possibly get arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;18. Do you think things will change in the next 3 months? How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change all the time. In 3 months it'll be fall, time for Thanksgiving for some folks, the great harvest, and getting ready for hibernation time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;19. Do you believe that you never know what you got until you lose it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This depends on what we're talking about. I'm acutely aware of every tangible item I have, because I'm always losing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-2960571888658117326?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/2960571888658117326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=2960571888658117326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/2960571888658117326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/2960571888658117326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-stealing-majorly-personal-meme.html' title='Sunday Stealing - The Majorly Personal Meme, Part One'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4997008373354258870</id><published>2010-08-15T16:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:47:44.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - The Crafty Fifty Meme, Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;26. What do you normally smell like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess soap, deodorant, sometimes body spray. Or maybe I smell like dog since I seem to always be hanging around with those kind of furry folk lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;27. Do you like Carrie Underwood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not particularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;28. Been to “The Vegas”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, The Vegas what? Strip? Yes, I've been there several times, and was just crazy enough to actually get married there too, once upon a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;29. How far away do you live from your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently we're talking only a few feet away from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;30. Are you happy with your job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a stay-at-home dog mom isn't all that it's cracked up to be, nor a book reviewer, but at least I don't have a boss or have to get up at a certain time and battle traffic daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;31. Where do you work and what do you do there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at home and I get to read books all day and tell other ppl whether or not they're any good. I also get to hang out with, walk, or chase two, four-legged furry beings around all day and try to ignore their loud barking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;32. What did you get in the mail today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's Sunday, we didn't get anything, but Saturday I got a certificate stating I'm still covered under a warranty for my camera, which is a good thing since it keeps breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;33. How do you like your steak cooked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medium well - I prefer it to be more cooked than still mooing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;34. Britney Spears…is she back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of our sanity, please if there's a god out there, I hope she's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;35. What do you usually order at Taco Bell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nachos or a "grilled stuft burrito"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;36. Have you ever sat all the way through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone With the Wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I've never seen the entire movie, nor have I ever read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;37. Have you ever been to Mt Rushmore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, never been there - will probably see it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;38. Is it just me, or was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Marine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; (w/John Cena) a really horrible movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't just be you, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0419946/"&gt;IMDB &lt;/a&gt;gives it a 4.5 out of 10. I wouldn't know, I've never seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;39. Are surveys like the cocaine of myspace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly you haven't ever dabbled in the white powder if you are to ask this type of absurd question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;40. Where is your favorite place (that you have actually been to)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas is my favorite place. Preferably without "the" in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;41. What is your favorite candle scent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to prefer food smelly candles like cookie or pumpkin, rather than floral smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;42. Do you believe places can really be haunted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't witnessed anything haunted, but who knows, maybe it could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;43. Do you smoke cigarettes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't smoked cigarettes in many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;44. Have you ever been to NYC or LA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in NYC this past May, and have not been to LA since I was 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;45. How many states have you been to where all you saw was the airport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None, since I've never had a layover flight to anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;46. Do you think 50 questions is enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's never enough, we'll have more insanely silly questions next week. Don't you know it never ends, or have you been sniffing that white powder stuff too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;47. Are you currently planning a trip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why yes I am. Going to Pennsylvania on Tuesday to visit my Aunt and will "spring off" on day trips from her place until Saturday probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;48. Is Ryan Seacrest gay? Should anyone care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if he is or not, and no, no one should care either way. Now ask me if he's annoying, that I can answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;49. Do you take anti-depressants? Sleeping pills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your aiming at asking a controversial question, at least ask if I'm taking anti-psychotic medications, depression and insomnia is sooo 30 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;50. What do you think about space travel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's immensely cool but terribly expensive. I personally attempted it at Disney World twice and got sick both times, so I just stick to the boring Earth bound rides from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4997008373354258870?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4997008373354258870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4997008373354258870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4997008373354258870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4997008373354258870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-stealing-crafty-fifty-meme-part_15.html' title='Sunday Stealing - The Crafty Fifty Meme, Part Two'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-1460636026367845896</id><published>2010-08-13T14:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T15:06:52.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corset Begone!</title><content type='html'>So after having to wear a corset for the past 72 days, 24 hours straight, even in the sweltering hot and humid weather we've been having, it's finally officially over! I don't have to wear it anymore! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(unless of course I want to, and beings that I still get strange sensations and pulling like my insides are going to fall out, I may wear it when I go out somewhere still)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue stripper music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TGWTLhq-XTI/AAAAAAAAC7A/sWYUSeB6Ptw/s1600/strip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TGWTLhq-XTI/AAAAAAAAC7A/sWYUSeB6Ptw/s320/strip1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504967945756761394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray no more mandatory corset wearing! No more silly tubes hanging out everywhere! Now onto more of the healing part, and lessening of the scar tissue. And the best part, NO SURGERY NEEDED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-1460636026367845896?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/1460636026367845896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=1460636026367845896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/1460636026367845896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/1460636026367845896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-finally-over.html' title='Corset Begone!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TGWTLhq-XTI/AAAAAAAAC7A/sWYUSeB6Ptw/s72-c/strip1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-7161644423872357387</id><published>2010-08-12T13:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:20:26.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TGQ3I0AeikI/AAAAAAAAC6w/kqXoXIwbGmU/s1600/greeneandh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TGQ3I0AeikI/AAAAAAAAC6w/kqXoXIwbGmU/s320/greeneandh.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504585269092715074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 50th Birthday Green Eggs and Ham&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that's how old you am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Dr. Seuss took a bet with his editor that he couldn't write an interesting children's book in 50 words or less, and well, Dr. Seuss won, and out came Green Eggs and Ham, which is 50 words.&lt;br /&gt;Can you remember all 50 words of this tale? Try it out &lt;a href="http://www.sporcle.com/games/greeneggsham.php"&gt;here,&lt;/a&gt; but you only have 5 minutes to come up with the words, and no cheating and reading it again!&lt;br /&gt;Or if you're feeling a little bit hungry, why not try out a recipe for &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/40-a-day/green-eggs-and-ham-recipe/index.html"&gt;Green Eggs and Ham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-7161644423872357387?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/7161644423872357387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=7161644423872357387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7161644423872357387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7161644423872357387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TGQ3I0AeikI/AAAAAAAAC6w/kqXoXIwbGmU/s72-c/greeneandh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-3400210438429760111</id><published>2010-08-08T01:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:42:43.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - "The Crafty Fifty Meme, Part One"</title><content type='html'>Wow, time sure zipped by on me this week. Didn't I just do a Sunday Stealing meme in my last post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;1. Introduce yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Lynette and I'm an...woops wrong introduction. Btw, what happened to #s 2-4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Did you ever get into a bar and drink before you were 21?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that was back in the day when it was cool to look older, now at my age it sucks to look older, how did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;6. What countries have you been to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we answered this before recently, didn't we? I said something about visiting Liechtenstein, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;7. Do you watch MTV anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped watching it when the videos dried out back in the mid 1990's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;8. What do you think about Oprah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah was cool at some point many years ago, but now I'm getting sick of her and all her spinoff shows.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (maybe she knows where question #9 went to?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;10. You need a new pair of jeans: what store do you go to first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walmart, Boscov's, thrift store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;11. Did you ever watch The O.C.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but I love going to Ocean City, Maryland, so that should count as something, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;12. What kind of car do you drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Ford, Taurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Honestly, is that car insured?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yah, it's the law, you twit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;14. Do you like sushi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;15. Have you ever been to Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. or Saks 5th Ave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shop at Walmart, do I come across to you as a chick who shops in those stores? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;16. Did your parents spoil you growing up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an only child, grandchild and great-grandchild until I was 12, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;17. Do you like roller coasters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I tend to like rides that zip around crazy in circles, rather than roller coasters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;18. What magazine(s) do you buy regularly or subscribe to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't subscribed to anything lately since I read them online for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;19. Do you remember the old WB show “Popular”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, never heard of it - and by the sounds of it, I don't think I missed out on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. When you go out do you prefer to go to a dance club or to a bar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bar so I can sit, drink, and attempt to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;21. What do you think about gay marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should be entitled to get happily married and divorced, regardless of who you're partnered with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;22. Who do you think will be the next president?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be the second term for the dude who's in office currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;23. Are you registered to vote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am, and I vote too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;24. Do you own an iPad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope - nor an iPhone, iPod or anything else i related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;25. Is your bathroom filled with beauty stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's filled with a toilet, sink, tub, shower, and various accoutrements to clean, or fix up, and other products to make our bodies not stink, and not look ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-3400210438429760111?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/3400210438429760111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=3400210438429760111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/3400210438429760111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/3400210438429760111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-stealing-crafty-fifty-meme-part.html' title='Sunday Stealing - &quot;The Crafty Fifty Meme, Part One&quot;'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-5424306991501389748</id><published>2010-08-01T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:00:54.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - "28 Questions Meme" - (How original, huh?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;1. Was your dad named after anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't the slightest clue, but I'll wager a wild guess and say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;2. What do you think is the minimal age to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Delaware the minimal is 16, but you haven't lived life enough to sell off your soul to someone until your at least 25, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3. What’s the longest time that you‘ve been involved with the same person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen years, four of which I was married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;4. What actor/actress do you consider hot at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to think Steve Carell is a hot actor, and a hottie at the mo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;5. What is you favorite album by a band?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many to mention, but I was known to love WHAM!, Guns N Roses and Metallica and play their songs incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. What is your favorite album by an individual artist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, Meat Loaf bore holes in the CD player from incessant playing at one point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;7. What is something that you‘d rather be a bit dirty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These blog questions! Sometimes they need some CPR to liven them up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;8. What was the last TV show that you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be &lt;a href="http://www.syfy.com/eureka/index.php"&gt;Eureka&lt;/a&gt; - coz sometimes I'm a nerdy, sci-fi kinda chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;9. How many people have you met from the blogosphere? Who are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't met anyone from the blogosphere, but I have met several people from the plain 'ol Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;10. What's your philosophy on life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great sense of humor has to be a part of everyone's life, otherwise we'll all wither or combust at too early an age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;11. Do you think prescription drugs are over prescribed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they can be sometimes especially in certain circumstances, for instance, when a child's behavior isn't exactly perfect, docs seem to rush too quick to give them meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would all depend on what the secret was, and how important "you" are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;13. What is your favorite memory in the last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without getting too sappy for my fellow bloggy friends, I'd say going to Florida &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(despite it being FREEZING)&lt;/span&gt; in January, and to New York in May with Mark, are my favorite memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;14. What is your favorite guilty pleasure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever really feel guilty about doing anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these posts I'm sure you've heard it all, so I'll revisit for newer readers. I don't have a fear of heights, but I'm afraid of staircases, and escalators are evil and will eat unsuspecting passengers if given the chance &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes, I still use them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarky) - what are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one would obviously be unlimited wishes, followed by great health, and enough money to buy what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Who would you want to get together with and make a cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duff Goldman from the Food Network show &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/ace-of-cakes/index.html"&gt;"Ace of Cakes"&lt;/a&gt; since he's a cute cake decorating nerd, and would be fun to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;18. Which country is your spiritual home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S. since it's my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;19. What is your big weakness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs with sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;20. Do you think Judd Corizan is a good person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think I'd say, no I think he's a bad person, and a member of the Legion of Doom? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(especially since I really know nothing about him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;21. What was your best/favorite subject at school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated school - but science seemed to be my least hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;22. Describe your accent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an American accent from the mid-East coast states that doesn't seem to have anything that stands out until I'm speaking to a Brit, then suddenly I'm speaking in another language entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;23. If you could change anything about yourself, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, coz what would people do if they couldn't complain about my flaws?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;24. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually a nightshirt, sometimes pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;25. What is your favorite casual outfit to wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any fun printed t-shirt I've accumulated over the years, and a pair of jeans or sweatpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;26. Do you use cigarettes or alcohol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use them for what? To start a fire or as fuel for a car? Or do you mean do I smoke or drink? That would be a no and a yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;27.  If I only had one day to live, what would we do together? (If you have  no idea, just say something crazy, it'll entertain me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go crazy and think up something yourself, it's YOUR last day, not mine! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(PS why would you spend it with a total stranger like me anyhow?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;28. Rate the memes that you play generally. Use any scale or just in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome photo memes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera Critters&lt;br /&gt;That's My World&lt;br /&gt;Skywatch Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly and often redundant memes I do anyhow for the heck of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-5424306991501389748?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/5424306991501389748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=5424306991501389748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5424306991501389748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5424306991501389748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-stealing-28-questions-meme-how.html' title='Sunday Stealing - &quot;28 Questions Meme&quot; - (How original, huh?)'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4767010351921008341</id><published>2010-07-31T16:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T18:49:29.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Me Is 3 Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TFSZhvAK_OI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/mBJ4VUcvPhg/s1600/hapmonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TFSZhvAK_OI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/mBJ4VUcvPhg/s320/hapmonster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500189849758137570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people who have had any type of weight loss surgery like to celebrate the day they had their surgery, feeling that they've been reborn into a new body that is healthier and better able to live life to the fullest. While I do celebrate my lapband surgiversary day every July 31st, I see it as a bit more than just the surgery and weight loss that has transformed me into a new person these past three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know when I was taking those three months prior to the surgery to prepare by attending tons of classes, and doctor appointments, my husband was doing some planning of his own, and decided to apprise me of the situation that he wanted a divorce a mere three weeks before the major surgery. My life at that point changed in so many ways both physically and emotionally - lots of negatives, but even more positives came out of that month. Not only was I going to start to physically look different, but I had to mentally change into a new life as a divorced woman too. It was a seriously difficult time in my life, and there were lots of times I really thought I'd never get through it in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am three years later, I've lost weight, and am working on more when my body allows me to continue without complaining. I have also healed tremendously since my divorce and feel that I can move on to being a better person from what I've learned about the negatives that occurred in my past. I go through bumps and hiccups now and then, but I trust that in the end, I will eventually conquer them and continue on my positive progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;HOORAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4767010351921008341?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4767010351921008341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4767010351921008341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4767010351921008341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4767010351921008341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-me-is-3-today.html' title='The New Me Is 3 Today!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TFSZhvAK_OI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/mBJ4VUcvPhg/s72-c/hapmonster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-5138876107682703361</id><published>2010-07-28T23:49:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:19:58.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 13 - Things I Could Be Doing With My Corsets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TFG2p1JsQfI/AAAAAAAAC5I/5temoZ4ePeE/s1600/girdlechick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TFG2p1JsQfI/AAAAAAAAC5I/5temoZ4ePeE/s320/girdlechick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499377449754706418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you out there who have been following my blog, you'll know that I had tummy tuck surgery on June 2nd, and have had several complications since. One of the things I've had to unfortunately put up with is wearing a corset &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ok it's technically a girdle, but I can't get myself to say that without thinking of grandmas and giggling)&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I've worn one of those annoying things for the past 58 days. I have to wear it 24 hours a day, except when showering or when I've suddenly had enough, and rip it off and go winging around the house with it wildly waving in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that said, I've decided instead of complaining about having to wear a corset &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(they were kind enough to give me 2)&lt;/span&gt;, I'll think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;13 Things I Could Be Doing With My Corsets Instead Of Having To Wear It All The Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get "medievally" mean and wrap some rocks in it and sling shot it at people I dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make someone else wear it in this heat, or watch them eat too much, and giggle and point at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wrap a care package up with it instead of packing tape, and send it to Mark in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Make my dog, Milo, wear it so he'll get full and stop giving me those sad eyes begging for treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Wear it happily, I've figured out a way to stash things in it! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(shhh don't tell anyone)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Write an epic poem on it, and stand in a great museum so people can come from all over the world to read it and be awed by my ingenious idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Practice my rusty stripper skills by un-velcroing the corset in a flash, and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Get wildly crafty and make something fabulously fashionable on it and wear it outside of my clothes, and everyone will think I paid hundreds for it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(when in fact we all know what torture I had to go through to get them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Spend time researching corsets/girdles and discover that someone did &lt;a href="http://www.girdlezone.org/"&gt;“A scholarly exploration of the social and erotic significance."&lt;/a&gt; Called The Girdle Zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Write secret messages in the elastic that will eventually save the world from utter destruction when it's pulled taut, and read by a man named Robert Langdon in a remote village monastery in South France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Add rope to the ends of both, and use it as a finish line in an important race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Buy a few more corsets and wrap myself in all of them, and go as a mummy for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have a corset burning party. Everyone is invited, bring your most hated garment with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-5138876107682703361?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/5138876107682703361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=5138876107682703361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5138876107682703361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5138876107682703361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/07/thursday-13-things-i-could-be-doing.html' title='Thursday 13 - Things I Could Be Doing With My Corsets...'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TFG2p1JsQfI/AAAAAAAAC5I/5temoZ4ePeE/s72-c/girdlechick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-944688870557549366</id><published>2010-07-28T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:06:00.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - Silly Farm Trashcans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TE0KSvpJHHI/AAAAAAAAC44/LQDKMix1xFU/s1600/DSCF9319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 374px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TE0KSvpJHHI/AAAAAAAAC44/LQDKMix1xFU/s320/DSCF9319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498062037232196722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TE0KTFQ1EUI/AAAAAAAAC5A/B5hjLpjVx3c/s1600/DSCF9327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 374px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TE0KTFQ1EUI/AAAAAAAAC5A/B5hjLpjVx3c/s320/DSCF9327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498062043035799874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-944688870557549366?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/944688870557549366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=944688870557549366' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/944688870557549366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/944688870557549366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/07/wordless-wed-silly-farm-trashcans.html' title='Wordless Wed. - Silly Farm Trashcans'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TE0KSvpJHHI/AAAAAAAAC44/LQDKMix1xFU/s72-c/DSCF9319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-416840047721500962</id><published>2010-07-25T00:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T01:32:49.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - "Meme of Many Odd Questions, Part  Three" (someone needs to stop this insanity!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;45. Favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple! followed by black and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;46. Have you ever slapped someone?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and the shit deserved it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;47. Is your hair curly?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as curly, more wavy lately since the perm is growing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;48. What was the last CD you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could remember, it's been such a long time since I get my music via other Internetly forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;49. Do looks matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the situation - for a job, yes it matters, for luv, no it shouldn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;50. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I couldn't forgive and haven't ever forgiven myself for doing that to someone special way back when I was 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;51. Is your phone bill sky high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, coz I talk within my plan's limits and don't have all those unlimited other crazy addons that make the bill crazy stupid HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;52. Do you like your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like for some things to change, but I'm generally ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;53. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not normally because it'd keep me awake. Plus who knows, I could start sleep shopping on QVC in the dead of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;54. Can you handle the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can surely handle truth more than the lies that are handed to me often by idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;55. Do you have good vision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great vision and has served me well, except some pesky minor distance issues now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I've never spent the time enumerating my hates/dislikes, I will ponder and get back to you. But suffice it to say, there aren't many ppl I HATE, but quite a few I strongly dislike, and wouldn't mind them falling off the face of the Earth, as no one would miss them, surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;57. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least once a day, sometimes more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;58. The last person you held hands with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be with my boyfriend, Mark when he was brave enough to be with me after my surgery in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;59. What are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, if you really must know I've got on hot pink panties and an ugly, white, boring corset on top to hold my goods in while I'm sleeping so they continue to heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;60. What is your favourite animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all animals, dogs, cats, sheep, zoo animals, birds, sea creatures - I could go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;61. Where was your favorite picture taken at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got too many pictures from my vacations to Las Vegas, Europe, festivals, etc, to call a favorite one of them all. Although I do enjoy seeing a pic during my high school graduation that had my mom, grandmom and Aunt posing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;62. Can you hula hoop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can whip up some wild hula hoop fun on the Wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;63. Do you have a job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being a book reviewer, I am chief microwave cooker, and dog mom of two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;64. What was the most recent thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the local &lt;a href="http://www.milburnorchards.com/"&gt;Milburn Orchards&lt;/a&gt; in Elkton, MD, and got some white peaches, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whoopie_pies"&gt;whoopie pie &lt;/a&gt;and a bag of caramel popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;65. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've went through a window, but not crawled. That would be more like our neighbor who crawled through our small dog door when she was under 5 and decided to sit for a spell in our living room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-416840047721500962?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/416840047721500962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=416840047721500962' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/416840047721500962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/416840047721500962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunday-stealing-meme-of-many-odd_25.html' title='Sunday Stealing - &quot;Meme of Many Odd Questions, Part  Three&quot; (someone needs to stop this insanity!)'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-8954025719092718542</id><published>2010-07-21T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:36:47.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Reviewing An Item Too!</title><content type='html'>My um dogs mentioned in an earlier post yesterday that they'll be reviewing a car barrier for animals in a few weeks, and I just wanted to let everyone know that the super awesome lady at the CSN stores website allowed me to review for both of my blogs, so I'm actually going to be reviewing two items shortly. As I mentioned earlier I've been doing a lot of cooking lately so after checking out their extensive collection of other items, including &lt;a href="http://www.cookware.com/Dinnerware-C43220.html"&gt;dinnerware sets&lt;/a&gt;, I decided that what I could really use is a &lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com/Prepara-PP01-CC100-RPA1000.html"&gt;Prepara Chef Cookbook Holder&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay bloggy tuned for both of our reviews!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-8954025719092718542?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/8954025719092718542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=8954025719092718542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8954025719092718542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8954025719092718542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-reviewing-item-too.html' title='I&apos;m Reviewing An Item Too!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-6544115650110036133</id><published>2010-07-20T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:30:00.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures Of M &amp; Z - We're reviewing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hi all blog humans out there, Milo &amp;amp; Zoe here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long time no blog, huh? We know this isn't our usual day to be allowed to post on momma's blog, but we're so happy we kissie attacked her until she submitted to our doggy breath persuasion. Guess what?! You know how momma does book reviews on her other blog? Well, momma was asked by a very nice lady @ a website called CSN stores to review a product of theirs, and we get to help her! After many hours of serious shopping, I mean SERIOUS, we even were caught checking out their cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.luggage.com/"&gt;luggage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; section in case momma has to take us to England to visit Mark some day, we both finally agreed upon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;(with momma's approval, of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; a super awesome item for our car travels, check it out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com/BICE-WG-PBC1001.html"&gt;Bice Walky Guard Car Barrier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our momma sez that we gotta wait for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue man with a big bag who has the nerve to come on our property daily&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; nice mailman to deliver the item so then we can tear it open and beg momma to install it immediately so we can go for a ride! So pretty pleaze keep reading this blog so you will know when we come back and give you the review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEU0izc7lbI/AAAAAAAAC4w/-Of6AoZhjx4/s1600/pawprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEU0izc7lbI/AAAAAAAAC4w/-Of6AoZhjx4/s200/pawprints.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495856692807308722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-6544115650110036133?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/6544115650110036133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=6544115650110036133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6544115650110036133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6544115650110036133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/07/adventures-of-m-z-were-reviewing.html' title='The Adventures Of M &amp; Z - We&apos;re reviewing!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEU0izc7lbI/AAAAAAAAC4w/-Of6AoZhjx4/s72-c/pawprints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-1143801173585323145</id><published>2010-07-20T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:22:44.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>500! and an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEUdzZGRpyI/AAAAAAAAC4I/GxMPWpJ0M2c/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEUdzZGRpyI/AAAAAAAAC4I/GxMPWpJ0M2c/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495831689023301410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEUdz_MYj3I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/6ZcJWtHcAvU/s1600/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEUdz_MYj3I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/6ZcJWtHcAvU/s320/0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495831699249467250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEUd0FTCuFI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/OhS7mcMQgVM/s1600/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEUd0FTCuFI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/OhS7mcMQgVM/s320/0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495831700888008786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize for some of my prolifically wordy bloggy friends out there in blog land that this might not be a big deal, but I finally hit my 500th post! It's been fun writing and photographing and entertaining myself and the small masses of &lt;strike&gt;fools&lt;/strike&gt; my bloggy friends who have been so kind enough to read about all of my silly activities. Here's to another 500 more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that said, I wanted to update all who are keeping track of my tummy tuck surgery. Today I FINALLY &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(after having it in for 48 days)&lt;/span&gt; got the drain tube taken out of my groin/leg area. It's a serious relief, no more annoying stinging and yucky draining twice daily. Now comes the waiting part. Since my body still hasn't done what it's supposed to do even after the "rotisserie chicken" event I went through a few Fridays ago, there's a possibility I'll have to have surgery again to force my skin to grow back where it's supposed to. So in the next few days everyone PLEASE cross your fingers, stand on your head, sell your soul, or whatever you may do when you REALLY need something to happen, in hopes that skin grows, and I don't balloon out with the liquid that should be absorbing on it's own so I don't have to go back to get operated on again.  After all I've got blogs to write and places to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEUkQ8EZE-I/AAAAAAAAC4g/LpDE51lU6l0/s1600/nohosp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEUkQ8EZE-I/AAAAAAAAC4g/LpDE51lU6l0/s320/nohosp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495838793696613346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-1143801173585323145?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/1143801173585323145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=1143801173585323145' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/1143801173585323145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/1143801173585323145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/07/500-and-update.html' title='500! and an update'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEUdzZGRpyI/AAAAAAAAC4I/GxMPWpJ0M2c/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-5602641377575165471</id><published>2010-07-19T01:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:45:35.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I write like THEM?!</title><content type='html'>Here's a nifty &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(admittedly probably more silly)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://iwl.me/"&gt;little tool&lt;/a&gt; I found on the blog of the Microfiction Monday meme &lt;a href="http://www.stonyriver.ie/2010/07/i-write-like.html"&gt;Stony River&lt;/a&gt;. It tells you to enter a sample paragraph of your writing and it will analyze your writing and tell you what kind of author you most write like. So this is what happened to yours truly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put in one of my paragraphs from the novel I was writing back in 2008 for the National Novel Writing Month. and it told me this bit of information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin I Write Like Badge --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 2px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 5px; background: rgb(247, 247, 247) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; overflow: auto; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 20px; line-height: 1.2; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; width: 380px; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.iwl.me/w.png" style="float: right;" width="120" /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); padding: 20px; text-shadow: 0pt 1px rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I write like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iwl.me/w/85a62134" style="font-size: 30px; color: rgb(105, 139, 34); text-decoration: none;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: center; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Write Like&lt;/em&gt; by Mémoires, &lt;a href="http://www.codingrobots.com/memoires/" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;Mac journal software&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://iwl.me/" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 224) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Analyze your writing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End I Write Like Badge --&gt;Then I noticed it said I should put in a few paragraphs to make the analysis more accurate, so I ended up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 2px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 5px; background: rgb(247, 247, 247) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; overflow: auto; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 20px; line-height: 1.2; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; width: 380px; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.iwl.me/w.png" style="float: right;" width="120" /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); padding: 20px; text-shadow: 0pt 1px rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I write like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iwl.me/w/c3e0655f" style="font-size: 30px; color: rgb(105, 139, 34); text-decoration: none;"&gt;Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: center; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Write Like&lt;/em&gt; by Mémoires, &lt;a href="http://www.codingrobots.com/memoires/" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;Mac journal software&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://iwl.me/" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 224) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Analyze your writing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course at this point I'm on a roll, so I analyzed the writing style of this blog and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin I Write Like Badge --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 2px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 5px; background: rgb(247, 247, 247) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; overflow: auto; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 20px; line-height: 1.2; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; width: 380px; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.iwl.me/w.png" style="float: right;" width="120" /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); padding: 20px; text-shadow: 0pt 1px rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I write like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iwl.me/w/d7939cdb" style="font-size: 30px; color: rgb(105, 139, 34); text-decoration: none;"&gt;David Foster Wallace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: center; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Write Like&lt;/em&gt; by Mémoires, &lt;a href="http://www.codingrobots.com/memoires/" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;Mac journal software&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://iwl.me/" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 224) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Analyze your writing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End I Write Like Badge --&gt;And to finally further this insanity, remember back a while ago my mom and I entered into a short story contest and she won, well apparently that story I wrote about a vampire retirement home, well...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin I Write Like Badge --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 2px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 5px; background: rgb(247, 247, 247) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; overflow: auto; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 20px; line-height: 1.2; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; width: 380px; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.iwl.me/w.png" style="float: right;" width="120" /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); padding: 20px; text-shadow: 0pt 1px rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I write like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iwl.me/w/32618206" style="font-size: 30px; color: rgb(105, 139, 34); text-decoration: none;"&gt;J. K. Rowling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: center; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Write Like&lt;/em&gt; by Mémoires, &lt;a href="http://www.codingrobots.com/memoires/" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;Mac journal software&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://iwl.me/" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 224) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Analyze your writing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End I Write Like Badge --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at this point I'm not too sure if I should pack up all my writing implements for good and check myself into a hospital for multiple personality disorders, or if I should just ignore this silliness and keep on writing. But one thing is for sure, if I write like all these people, where the heck is all my money?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End I Write Like Badge --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on all you bloggers out there, who do you write like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-5602641377575165471?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/5602641377575165471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=5602641377575165471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5602641377575165471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5602641377575165471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-write-like-them.html' title='I write like THEM?!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-524540345585480140</id><published>2010-07-18T02:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T03:42:16.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - "Meme of Many Odd Questions, Part  Two"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;23. Do you rent movies often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get many movies from my library, and only rent occasionally. I just watched Shutter Island tonight, and it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I dunno, how 'bout my sparkly personality? I know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;25. How many countries have you visited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember correctly, I've visited eight total so far, and hope to add another one, Ireland, in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;26. Have you made a prank phone call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was fairly young and the cordless phone was new I did make a few prank calls hiding with my friends in my room, but I don't think I ever asked anyone if Hugh Jass, Amanda Huggenkiss or Oliver Clothesoff was available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;27. Ever been on a train?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I was on a train was last year when I was in England visiting Mark going between Manchester and Fleetwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;28. Brown or white eggs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what color as long as they're a good price, unless of course it's Easter then all bets are off, and I enjoy them colorful and sparkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;29. Do you have a cell-phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's a basic camera flip phone in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;30. Do you use Chap Stick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes but not obsessively like some people, only when I've got those crazy lip cooties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;31. Do you own a gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. With my cranky temper, owning a gun isn't a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;32. Can you use chop sticks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but why should I when I was brought up to use a freakin' FORK, just so I can look cool and impress everyone in a Chinese restaurant?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;33. Who are you going to be with tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two dogs since they seem to be permanently attached to me when I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;34. Are you too forgiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't think so, but it depends on the situation and the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;35. Ever been in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have been and I am currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;36. What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow (or the next soonest week day)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my best friend is no longer anywhere near me, I've no clue what she's doing other than working and coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;37. Ever have cream puffs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and they're "ok" not exactly my favorite kind of pastry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;38. Last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried a few hours ago watching an episode of &lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/tv/pit-boss/"&gt;"Pit Boss"&lt;/a&gt; when I saw guys bringing in Pit Bulls to a home where they were going to do dog fighting - needless to say I had to turn the channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;39. What was the last question you asked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was when I asked the GPS in the car this afternoon how to get to a library a few cities over from me, and the darn thing had the nerve to tell me "You Have Arrived" in a snotty British accent and all we could see was a corn field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;40. Favorite time of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be the times when it's neither too hot or too cold, and alas it's very few and far between in this state of Delaware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;41. Do you have any tattoos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've got six on my body, and several ideas floating around in my brain for next possible ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;42. Are you sarcastic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi?! Neva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did and I seem to recall that I enjoyed it, but it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;44. Ever walked into a wall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never walked into a wall, but I've tripped and even have fallen on completely flat surfaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEKsd1BpGvI/AAAAAAAAC2w/kgEyU3rczgY/s1600/skill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEKsd1BpGvI/AAAAAAAAC2w/kgEyU3rczgY/s200/skill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495144123795577586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-524540345585480140?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/524540345585480140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=524540345585480140' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/524540345585480140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/524540345585480140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunday-stealing-meme-of-many-odd_18.html' title='Sunday Stealing - &quot;Meme of Many Odd Questions, Part  Two&quot;'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEKsd1BpGvI/AAAAAAAAC2w/kgEyU3rczgY/s72-c/skill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-1431971051051425276</id><published>2010-07-17T00:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T00:47:10.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyn Cooks?! GASP!</title><content type='html'>I admit it, I don't like cooking and rarely do things from scratch, give me a box or a can of something and a microwave and I'm a happy camper who doesn't have to slave over a stove, and worse yet, clean the mess up! But I've been tinkering with reviewing cookbooks lately &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not only am I stuck at home from this crazy surgery, but the weather has been too hot to go out)&lt;/span&gt; over at my &lt;a href="http://www.delgalreviews.com/"&gt;review blog&lt;/a&gt;, and have been going wild with testing some of the recipes that happened to catch my eye in some of these books, so I thought I'd post a recipe from one of the books over here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spinach &amp;amp; Mushroom Quiche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;From the book, The World in Your Teacup: Celebrating Tea Traditions, Near and Far. By Lisa Richardson&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEEz-m0f-sI/AAAAAAAAC2o/o6Rh4jA0b6c/s1600/DSCF9067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TEEz-m0f-sI/AAAAAAAAC2o/o6Rh4jA0b6c/s320/DSCF9067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494730171034368706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup mayonnaise&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons whole milk&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons canola oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup yellow onion, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 cup button mushrooms, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 garlic clove, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 10oz package chopped frozen spinach, thawed, drained, and liquid squeezed out&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup Swiss cheese&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 9-inch unbaked pie crust (may substitute ready-made refrigerated or frozen pie crust)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375 degrees. In a large bowl, whisk together eggs, mayonnaise, milk, mustard, and flour until thoroughly combined. Refrigerate while preparing other ingredients. Set a medium-sized saute pan on a burner turned onto medium-high heat. When the pan is hot, add 2 tablespoons canola oil to the pan and watch for the “waves” in the oil, which means that the oil is hot. Add the mushrooms to the pan. Saute until the mushrooms begin to caramelize and turn brown. Reduce heat to medium and continue to cook mushrooms for 5 minutes. Transfer the mushrooms to a small bowl. Return the pan to the burner and turn the heat on to high. Add the remaining 2 tablespoons of canola oil. Heat the oil, and then add the yellow onions. Saute the onions on high heat, stirring for 2 minutes. Reduce heat to low. Continue cooking the onions for approximately 10 minutes, allowing them to slowly caramelize. Add garlic and allow to cook 2 minutes. When done, cool slightly. Remove the quiche mix from the refrigerator and add the drained spinach, mushrooms, cheese, salt, and pepper. Stir to combine. Add slightly cool onions and stir well. Pour the quiche mixture into the uncooked deep-dish pie crust (homemade or frozen purchased variety). Place the quiche on a cookie sheet and then into the preheated oven. Cook for one hour, rotating the quiche halfway through the cooking time (30 minutes). Remove from oven and allow the quiche to stand for 15 minutes before serving. Slice with a serrated knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 8 luncheon-sized servings or 6 dinner sized servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, I cooked and it was good, so stay bloggy tuned for more recipes from my cooking adventures. If you want to read the entire review of the book mentioned above, please go &lt;a href="http://featheredquill.com/reviews/cookbooks/richardson.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or check back on my &lt;a href="http://www.delgalreviews.com/"&gt;review blog&lt;/a&gt; next week where it will reposted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-1431971051051425276?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/1431971051051425276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=1431971051051425276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/1431971051051425276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/1431971051051425276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/07/lyn-cooks-gasp.html' title='Lyn Cooks?! 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First thing you wash in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually use my right hand to wash my left arm, or, if it's the third Tuesday after the full moon and I'm feeling particularly saucy, my left big toe will wash my right ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;2. What color is your favorite hoodie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a favorite hoodie, but the one I have is pink and purple with a butterfly zipper pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, why not. But the real question is, will they turn into a frog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;4. Do you plan outfits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had to plan outfits since I stopped working 4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm generally tired - physically and the "sick and" kind too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;6. What's the closest thing to you that's red?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those metal drink containers is sitting on my night stand. It's from the Book Expo America convention I went to in May and it says "University of Nebraska Press" on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually get a lot of weirdo dreams, my latest was that Mark, my boyfriend, proposed to me and was wearing a set of weird nerd glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;8. Did you meet anybody new today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but oddly enough, I met my neighbor from across the street in a grocery store no where near where we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;9. What are you craving right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go for some chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;10. Do you floss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll be honest with ya, farting comes to mind, ok? There, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;12. Are you emotional?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a human and have emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Have you ever counted to 1,000?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find myself counting at my age, it usually starts with 999, and has something to do with me being impatient with getting somewhere on a trip, and bottles of beer on the wall are also involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lick it or spoon it into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;15. Do you like your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time yes, except when it's in a bunch of knots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;16. Do you like yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I like myself, but I believe there's a conspiracy going on because it doesn't always like me and do what it's supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, if his wife knows about it, and my mug doesn't land on the front pages of all the rags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;18. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm vaguely listening to the tv, which is on Comedy Central right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;19. Are your parents strict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my mom and grandmom weren't strict parents, but they weren't lax either by any means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;20. Would you go sky diving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd only do it if it was one of those &lt;a href="http://www.vegasindoorskydiving.com/"&gt;indoor skydiving &lt;/a&gt;things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, plain or with pineapple or scallions in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;22. Have you ever met a celebrity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met a few in my life so far, but my favorite was when I was accidentally &lt;small&gt; (I was there originally to shop)&lt;/small&gt; the first person in line to meet true crime author Ann Rule at her book signing at Costco for a book she wrote about a local murder case entitled &lt;i&gt;...And Never Let Her Go&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4741399427592294117?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4741399427592294117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4741399427592294117' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4741399427592294117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4741399427592294117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunday-stealing-meme-of-many-odd.html' title='Sunday Stealing - &quot;Meme of Many Odd Questions, Part One&quot;'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-7920849227051119259</id><published>2010-07-07T04:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T04:51:31.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - Patriotic George @ Valley Forge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TDQ_v9C-rhI/AAAAAAAAC2A/7FBjt5XHA6Q/s1600/DSCF9178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TDQ_v9C-rhI/AAAAAAAAC2A/7FBjt5XHA6Q/s320/DSCF9178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491083938744938002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-7920849227051119259?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/7920849227051119259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=7920849227051119259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7920849227051119259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7920849227051119259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/07/wordless-wed-patriotic-george-valley.html' title='Wordless Wed. - Patriotic George @ Valley Forge'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TDQ_v9C-rhI/AAAAAAAAC2A/7FBjt5XHA6Q/s72-c/DSCF9178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-9050094201297590207</id><published>2010-07-02T11:03:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:03:14.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ICANHAZCHEEZBURGER for a rotisserie chicken kind of day</title><content type='html'>I can always count on &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;icanhascheezburger.com&lt;/a&gt; to make me laugh with all those lol catz and dogz. Especially when I'm stuck today in bed for 6 hours playing "rotisserie chicken." Not only do I have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cellulitis"&gt;cellulitis&lt;/a&gt;, but my skin inside my body is not properly healing and attaching itself to the rest of my 'ol bod, so I had to get a procedure done early this morning where they shoot medication inside the drain tube I still have in the right side of my groin. This is supposed to make my insides upset and cranky&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (oh, goodie, more crankiness, yippie dee!)&lt;/span&gt; so they rush to the area and start their mending process they were supposed to be doing these past four weeks. So how does this rotisserie chicken thing come into play, you may ask? Well, I have to lay on my stomach, sides and back two hours each so the medicine has time to do it's magic. I'm still on side one and it's driving me crazy! But on a fun note, here's some hilarious pictures I've managed to discover while occupying myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TC4DObQDV5I/AAAAAAAAC1U/KUHTfZ5aVzE/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-blocks-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TC4DObQDV5I/AAAAAAAAC1U/KUHTfZ5aVzE/s320/funny-pictures-cat-blocks-book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489328542179350418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TC4F9Z6XSKI/AAAAAAAAC1c/ktt5dUSA5fg/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-is-a-magician.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TC4F9Z6XSKI/AAAAAAAAC1c/ktt5dUSA5fg/s320/funny-pictures-cat-is-a-magician.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489331548297054370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TC4G-0_p66I/AAAAAAAAC1k/2FnhnXEqCuI/s1600/33821110-97f7-48b4-9251-103757afadab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 381px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TC4G-0_p66I/AAAAAAAAC1k/2FnhnXEqCuI/s320/33821110-97f7-48b4-9251-103757afadab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489332672258501538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last but not least - Dewey's debut in lolcatz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TC4MyJR8R3I/AAAAAAAAC10/eWt8igLwHZM/s1600/dewlol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TC4MyJR8R3I/AAAAAAAAC10/eWt8igLwHZM/s320/dewlol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489339051435378546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-9050094201297590207?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/9050094201297590207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=9050094201297590207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/9050094201297590207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/9050094201297590207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/07/icanhazcheezburger-for-rotisserie.html' title='ICANHAZCHEEZBURGER for a rotisserie chicken kind of day'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TC4DObQDV5I/AAAAAAAAC1U/KUHTfZ5aVzE/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-blocks-book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-2535757242347736488</id><published>2010-06-29T23:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:49:28.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - Visiting Moth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TCq-ZAVP7ZI/AAAAAAAAC1M/KXCWd4jjGis/s1600/DSCF9081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TCq-ZAVP7ZI/AAAAAAAAC1M/KXCWd4jjGis/s320/DSCF9081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488408432699501970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-2535757242347736488?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/2535757242347736488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=2535757242347736488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/2535757242347736488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/2535757242347736488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-wed-visiting-moth.html' title='Wordless Wed. - Visiting Moth'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TCq-ZAVP7ZI/AAAAAAAAC1M/KXCWd4jjGis/s72-c/DSCF9081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-8147774036955824474</id><published>2010-06-25T00:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T02:14:34.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Award Time!</title><content type='html'>My first blogger fan, and overall great bloggy friend, Debbie from &lt;a href="http://throughthicknthin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Through Thick N Thin&lt;/a&gt; presented me with this award a while ago but I've been AWOL from posting because of my surgery, so like a good blogger who will eventually do some more posts and make her fans happy, here's the award:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TBMMOQH-LQI/AAAAAAAACzs/3A5_fIcYPxQ/s1600/versatile-bloggeraward%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TBMMOQH-LQI/AAAAAAAACzs/3A5_fIcYPxQ/s320/versatile-bloggeraward%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481738610426129666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the person who gave you the award.&lt;br /&gt;Share 7 things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Pass the award along to 15 bloggers who you have recently discovered and who you think are fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH DEBBIE - YOU ROCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the scary part, seven things about me that haven't been said in previous posts so I don't bore you guys all to death:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hello, my name is Lynette, and I'm a book-a-holic. I can't stop ordering books (for free of course) from publishers and getting them from the library. One day you'll see on the news, a little old lady &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ok, who am I kidding here, I'll NEVER be little)&lt;/span&gt; had to have her books sent to a rescue organization because her home was overrun by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TCRAi3bDH3I/AAAAAAAAC0c/PXMfxx0NRFo/s1600/DSCF9062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TCRAi3bDH3I/AAAAAAAAC0c/PXMfxx0NRFo/s320/DSCF9062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486581213781237618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love to travel and I've recently decided I should keep track of the states I've visited - I'm not quite half way at 23 states visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 247px; height: 127px;" src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=ALAZCACTDCDEFLGAKYLAMDMAMSNVNJNYNCPARISCTNVAWV" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Update on my surgery - It's been a rough three weeks after my tummy tuck surgery. I STILL have one of the drainage tubes in my right side and I've got a large mass/swelling area on the left, not to mention I'm generally exhausted. But lucky me the doc says this is all "normal" sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I saw one of my all-time favorite actors, Kelsey Grammer, recently in the play La Cage Aux Folles in New York. The ticket was expensive, but definitely funny and well worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TCQ914_kcoI/AAAAAAAAC0E/k-iYtx5PYWs/s1600/DSCF9017+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TCQ914_kcoI/AAAAAAAAC0E/k-iYtx5PYWs/s320/DSCF9017+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486578242085483138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I was never much into jewlery all my life, but for some reason after my weight loss surgery back in '07, I've started a collection. Here's one of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TCQ-umgJ1JI/AAAAAAAAC0M/pY6ZWdIkRz0/s1600/hkr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 84px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TCQ-umgJ1JI/AAAAAAAAC0M/pY6ZWdIkRz0/s320/hkr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486579216374420626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I HATE COFFEE! - and don't even get me started on those Star Bucks, WaWa and Dunkin' Doughnuts freak/addicts, ppl. need to get a cooler addiction if ya ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TCRASWuXR5I/AAAAAAAAC0U/jXp_xHDD_hI/s1600/gimmie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TCRASWuXR5I/AAAAAAAAC0U/jXp_xHDD_hI/s320/gimmie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486580930125973394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever see those hollowed out or painted gourds usually seen in country/Amish themed gift shops? Well I managed to dry out my own after many months of babying it - and I painted it, and look Ma, I've got a...green pepper now! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TCREt-LuU0I/AAAAAAAAC0k/GKML_v6tPxk/s1600/DSCF9057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TCREt-LuU0I/AAAAAAAAC0k/GKML_v6tPxk/s320/DSCF9057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486585802621080386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TCREueMDKnI/AAAAAAAAC0s/Dht0OYLCbMM/s1600/DSCF9738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TCREueMDKnI/AAAAAAAAC0s/Dht0OYLCbMM/s320/DSCF9738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486585811212380786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there ya have it, more nonsense from yours truly!  Passing this onto a few cool folks below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tp4ww.com/"&gt;Thom @ Thom's Place 4 Well Whatever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dennisthevizsla.wordpress.com/"&gt;Dennis the Dog @ Dennis the Vizsla Dog's Diary of Destruction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aneerietapestry.com/"&gt;Mark my boyfriend @ An Eerie Tapestry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://queen-sized.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tammy @ Queen-Size Funny Bone-Don't Let Your Funny Bone Go Limp!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-8147774036955824474?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/8147774036955824474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=8147774036955824474' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8147774036955824474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8147774036955824474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/06/award-time.html' title='Award Time!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TBMMOQH-LQI/AAAAAAAACzs/3A5_fIcYPxQ/s72-c/versatile-bloggeraward%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-3363233387449112134</id><published>2010-06-17T23:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:43:21.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Woops time just flew by on me since I've got my mind on a few other pressing things &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ok, just one thing - healing from my stomach surgery by getting these darn tubes removed!)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the 17th, is my two year blogoversary! YAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TBrolsirpEI/AAAAAAAACz8/kYV6NpwHlD4/s1600/twoyrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TBrolsirpEI/AAAAAAAACz8/kYV6NpwHlD4/s320/twoyrs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483951230586430530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great two years -  not just writing in the blog, although this was my original intention - just to track the progress in my new life, and not really go "public" with it, but it's been great meeting some really awesome people from all over the world as well. I'll be coming up on my 500th post shortly, so that will also be another big milestone. Now if only I could be as prolific with writing my novel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to many more years of this blog where I continue to have fun, make my fans laugh a little, and make more cool bloggy friends!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-3363233387449112134?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/3363233387449112134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=3363233387449112134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/3363233387449112134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/3363233387449112134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/06/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TBrolsirpEI/AAAAAAAACz8/kYV6NpwHlD4/s72-c/twoyrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-7756926330674262712</id><published>2010-06-16T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:00:06.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - T-shirt from La Cage Aux Folles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TBhHxMiQckI/AAAAAAAACz0/_4zrky-1ls4/s1600/DSCF9023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TBhHxMiQckI/AAAAAAAACz0/_4zrky-1ls4/s320/DSCF9023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483211456827650626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-7756926330674262712?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/7756926330674262712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=7756926330674262712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7756926330674262712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7756926330674262712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-wed-t-shirt-from-la-cage-aux.html' title='Wordless Wed. - T-shirt from La Cage Aux Folles'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TBhHxMiQckI/AAAAAAAACz0/_4zrky-1ls4/s72-c/DSCF9023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4907398817058289373</id><published>2010-06-07T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:27:44.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Microfiction Monday</title><content type='html'>Well everyone, I did it, I got my tummy removing surgery this past Wednesday! So since I'm sort of stuck in bed here, I thought I'd do some more blogging, starting with one of my old favorite memes, &lt;a href="http://www.stonyriver.ie/"&gt;Microfiction Monday&lt;/a&gt;, yay! So here's this week's picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TAxHLCV7DwI/AAAAAAAACzk/lPTaZd02D2Q/s1600/ponkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TAxHLCV7DwI/AAAAAAAACzk/lPTaZd02D2Q/s320/ponkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479833101536005890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick Jose if we stay wary steel behin thees buildin, mebbe doze crayzee taurists won see us and try to drag us down thee Gran Canyawn again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on how I'm feeling, please stay bloggy-tuned for some of my adventures from my surgery, coming up in the next few days. I would have posted more today, but I rode in the car for the first time today&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (minus the car ride home on Thursday) &lt;/span&gt;to drop off Mark at the airport, and I exhausted myself. See you soon hopefully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4907398817058289373?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4907398817058289373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4907398817058289373' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4907398817058289373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4907398817058289373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/06/microfiction-monday.html' title='Microfiction Monday'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/TAxHLCV7DwI/AAAAAAAACzk/lPTaZd02D2Q/s72-c/ponkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-6620539135176507575</id><published>2010-05-30T11:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:34:25.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - The Just Because Meme</title><content type='html'>Hooray, we're back from our trip to New York! To celebrate our return, Mark and I have decided to jointly participate in today's Sunday Stealing together &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I know, how romantic, gag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. Make a list of 5 things you can see without getting up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: My laptop, the ceiling, the hallway, a ton of books and two lamps.&lt;br /&gt;M: Lynette, the clock that tells me I should have gotten up already, the tv, a space hogging dog (aka Zoe), lots of stuffed animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2. How do you style your hair? How often do you cut it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: It's long and usually in a ponytail, and was permed a few months ago. I cut it every few months.&lt;br /&gt;M: It's self styled, I don't style it. And I'd never cut it, I let others do it for me, maybe every 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3. What are you wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&amp;amp;M: We're not telling you that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4. What's your occupation? Do you like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: I'm a stay-at-home dog mom and book review blogger. I do enjoy it, but sometimes wish I could be back doing addiction counseling that I spent years studying for and can't do now.&lt;br /&gt;M: I'm a computer programmer, and it's ok, I like it most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5. When was the last time that you took a nap? Was there a special reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: I napped yesterday late afternoon and yes the special reason was because I was freakin' tired!&lt;br /&gt;M: I napped Friday in the car on the way home because Lynette pulled over and fell asleep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Who was the last person you hugged romantically?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&amp;amp;M: We both agreed that it must be the dogs, because we never hug each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mark: Why is there no #7!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;8. What was the last full meal that you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&amp;amp;M: We both officially ate an entire meal Tuesday evening at some BBQ something restaurant in NYC near Madame Tussaud's wax museum. Ever since we've been eating weird half meals or snacking and drinking a lot coz it's HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;9. What was the last email that you received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: I received an email that I commented on my own blog about 20 mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;M: I don't know, I haven't been allowed to check my email recently since L is hogging the computer, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;10. What one website do you always visit when you go online?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: I always go to gmail.com to check my email of course!&lt;br /&gt;M: I go to igoogle.com to check email and blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;11. What was the last significant thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: I bought nifty colorful socks of the NY skyline&lt;br /&gt;M: My nephew's birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;12. What musical artist did you not get at first, but then became a fan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: When I was younger I thought heavy metal groups were naughty, but now I love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;M: The Cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;13. What do you think about before you go to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: I thought, hmm, SNL is really getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;M: I thought I'd be asked a badly worded question today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;14. What was the last CD you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: I haven't the slightest clue, it's been such a long time since I actually bought any music.&lt;br /&gt;M: It was a CD of Barron Knights for my sister's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;15. What is your favorite weather, and why? What's the weather like today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Sunny and warm, and guess what, it's that kinda weather today, yippie!&lt;br /&gt;M: Sunny and warm too, but not quite as much sun and warmth as it is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;16. If you could have a special artistic talent, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: I'd be overjoyed if I could draw something more than stick people.&lt;br /&gt;M: Forgery - to get a green card, money, priceless art for the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;17. Did you watch the Idol 9 finale? If yes, what are your thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Absolutely not, I can't take that show.&lt;br /&gt;M: I watched everything but the finale, boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;18. What's something you'd like to say to someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: I guess it would have to be someone no longer with us &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cue eerie music)&lt;/span&gt; since I can say purty much anything to anyone in a matter of seconds. So I'd like to say to my grandmom that I finished college, and I'm doing well.  Oh, and PISS OFF, to all the fucktards in this world.&lt;br /&gt;M: I'd like to say "HI!" to everyone in England, even if they're all probably sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;19. Any special plans for this (holiday in the States) weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: We had a plan and it got thwarted when I couldn't find my phone, and I got too tired to drive anywhere after driving everywhere last week.&lt;br /&gt;M: I don't have any plans here because I'm just Lynette's puppet, and she's in charge of the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;20. Besides your current S/O, who was the last person that you loved romantically?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Uh, the last S/O would be the last person I loved romantically, duh.&lt;br /&gt;M: Besides my current S/O, all the others are insignificant, duh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-6620539135176507575?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/6620539135176507575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=6620539135176507575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6620539135176507575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6620539135176507575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunday-stealing-just-because-meme.html' title='Sunday Stealing - The Just Because Meme'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-8383779795083540897</id><published>2010-05-15T00:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:30:50.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S-4gcIMHzCI/AAAAAAAACyM/1UCeFR4Sc7c/s1600/happy_flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S-4gcIMHzCI/AAAAAAAACyM/1UCeFR4Sc7c/s320/happy_flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471346264908483618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case any of my bloggy fans out there have wondered what happened to me in these past few weeks, please don't worry, everything is groovy over here in my world. I'm glad to say I don't have any major medical issues, family ones &lt;small&gt; (nothing above the norm of issues we all have, yanno?)&lt;/small&gt; or anything else in the 'ol negative department. I had a nice birthday at the end of April, and took a three day trip to Cape May, New Jersey, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(America's first seaside resort)&lt;/span&gt; which was awesome because I finally got to take their tours throughout the city that's filled with old Victorian homes, and even went on an evening ghost trolley tour that is based on a few books written by &lt;a href="http://channelcraig.com/"&gt;Craig McManus.&lt;/a&gt; I didn't see any ghosts, and luckily none secretly followed me home, phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lately I've been preparing extensively for my trip to New York City, towards the end of this month, with Mark to attend the &lt;a href="http://www.bookexpoamerica.com/"&gt;Book Expo America&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://bookbloggerconvention.com/"&gt;Book Blogger Convention&lt;/a&gt;. Since I'm considered a member of the press &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(wow, can you believe that?! ME, a member of the media? I know, I almost fainted too)&lt;/span&gt;, I've been spending time spiffing up my book review blog over at &lt;a href="http://www.delgalreviews.com/"&gt;DelGal's Book Reviews&lt;/a&gt; and scheduling some interviews with authors while I'm at the BEA convention. It's still up in the air whether or not I'm going to make a special trip to see Barbara Streisand's opening speech, or if I'll interview author Tom Wilson &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(author of the cartoon strip, Ziggy)&lt;/span&gt;. So much to do and see, I'm getting nervous and dizzy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm also preparing for the following week after the conventions, for surgery. I've finally mustered up enough courage to see a plastic surgeon about having the excess "flappy-do" skin I've got going South on my stomach since my extensive weight loss I've been through in the past &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; 3 years. With the approval and blessings of my regular doc, back doc and my weight loss doc, hopefully everything except a very small portion&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (less than $500) &lt;/span&gt;will be covered by my health insurance. So although I'm definitely NOT looking forward to the pain and recovery, I'm looking forward to getting a bit of a newish body shape, especially since this one is used and tired looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please forgive my sudden silence, I'm still alive and well, and I do try to stop by to visit your blogs too, when reading time permits and my eyes aren't crossed. I do promise I'll be back eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-8383779795083540897?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/8383779795083540897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=8383779795083540897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8383779795083540897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8383779795083540897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Still Alive!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S-4gcIMHzCI/AAAAAAAACyM/1UCeFR4Sc7c/s72-c/happy_flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-7478762363103962033</id><published>2010-04-25T19:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:56:11.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy!</title><content type='html'>I've been super busy running around this weekend, please accept my apologies - will return with the weekend fun next weekend. So stay bloggy tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-7478762363103962033?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/7478762363103962033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=7478762363103962033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7478762363103962033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7478762363103962033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/04/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-5683147633979032077</id><published>2010-04-22T09:24:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:22:29.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Earth Day from Milo and Zoe!</title><content type='html'>We know, we've been on a bit of a hiatus lately since our mom doesn't want to take the time to wait for us to type our weekly blog entries &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(how rude, we can't help it we've got no thumbs!)&lt;/span&gt;, but we're back today to celebrate Earth Day. Check out this awesome video we found, and help celebrate the planet we live on by being good to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yKoLBSK8SSE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yKoLBSK8SSE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-5683147633979032077?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/5683147633979032077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=5683147633979032077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5683147633979032077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5683147633979032077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-earth-day-from-milo-and-zoe.html' title='Happy Earth Day from Milo and Zoe!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-7458331792138262128</id><published>2010-04-21T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T00:10:00.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WW - My new tshirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8Z1y5FiH5I/AAAAAAAACx0/5OIGHCqUk6o/s1600/dogtshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8Z1y5FiH5I/AAAAAAAACx0/5OIGHCqUk6o/s320/dogtshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460181115411242898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-7458331792138262128?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/7458331792138262128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=7458331792138262128' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7458331792138262128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7458331792138262128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/04/ww-my-new-tshirt.html' title='WW - My new tshirt'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8Z1y5FiH5I/AAAAAAAACx0/5OIGHCqUk6o/s72-c/dogtshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-327317337281208012</id><published>2010-04-19T04:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:13:55.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Microfiction Monday</title><content type='html'>It's time for the 140 character story that is &lt;a href="http://www.stonyriver.ie/"&gt;microfiction monday&lt;/a&gt;, hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8zU6Xlv5vI/AAAAAAAACyE/2n7gMMOcDWE/s1600/threegirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8zU6Xlv5vI/AAAAAAAACyE/2n7gMMOcDWE/s320/threegirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461974547323414258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Renaissance Rag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome 1402 - Millionaire heiress Mona seen cavorting lasciviously with others including fiancee to Raphael. News at XI.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-327317337281208012?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/327317337281208012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=327317337281208012' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/327317337281208012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/327317337281208012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/04/microfiction-monday.html' title='Microfiction Monday'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8zU6Xlv5vI/AAAAAAAACyE/2n7gMMOcDWE/s72-c/threegirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4936295769962748101</id><published>2010-04-18T00:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:29:23.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - The Meme Time Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;01. Real First Name:&lt;/span&gt;  Lynette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;02. Birthday:&lt;/span&gt;   It'll be a week from this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;03. Where do you live:&lt;/span&gt; Delaware &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which is a small state in the US - for those who are geographically challenged)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;04: What are you studying/What are you working as:&lt;/span&gt; I'm a book reviewer and stay-at-home dog mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;05. What makes you happy:&lt;/span&gt; No back pain, traveling, being with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;06. What are you listening to now/have listened to last:&lt;/span&gt;  I'm sort of listening to the tv, it's on the foodnetwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;07. What is particularly good/bad about your blog:&lt;/span&gt; I'm happy with it, and that's all that counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;08. An interesting fact about you:&lt;/span&gt; I love horror movies, and can take blood and guts from any part, but show me blood from fingers or toes and I'm screaming and queasy in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;09. Are you in love/have a crush at the moment:&lt;/span&gt; If you haven't figured out I'm in love yet, you obviously haven't been reading this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Favorite place to be:&lt;/span&gt; Las Vegas - barring that, at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;11. Favorite lyric:&lt;/span&gt; Right now, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc6aufHz-i0"&gt;"So long and thanks for all the fish."&lt;/a&gt; is going through my head thanks to a &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/eastendcafe"&gt;local dive/bar&lt;/a&gt; going out of business and having this quote on their marquee outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;12. Best time of the year:&lt;/span&gt; Any time it's warm and sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;13. Weirdest food you like:&lt;/span&gt; That depends on what you call weird - I like sushi, and some pickled stuff, but not everyone would think it's too weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECOMMEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;01. A film:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0805564/"&gt;Lars and the Real Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;02. A book:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1567030556?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=delsboorev-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1567030556"&gt;Giv: The Story of a Dog and America&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=delsboorev-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1567030556" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt; by Boston Teran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;03. A song: &lt;/span&gt;Here's something else that gets stuck in my head often&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQYO86GCViM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;theme from The old cartoon, The Hair Bear Bunch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;04: A band:&lt;/span&gt; I'm fresh out of good bands lately, I must be getting old, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;01. One thing you like about a blogger that you have not met:&lt;/span&gt; I appreciate every one of them in their own unique way &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I know, that made ya wanna gag. Couldn't help it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;02. Two things you like about yourself:&lt;/span&gt; I've got a good sense of humor and I'm a loyal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;03. Name three things that you need in a lover:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Brains, humor and of course he has to have lots of money and be cute too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4936295769962748101?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4936295769962748101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4936295769962748101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4936295769962748101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4936295769962748101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-stealing-meme-time-meme.html' title='Sunday Stealing - The Meme Time Meme'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-6342598596758284489</id><published>2010-04-17T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T00:00:02.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Word Saturday</title><content type='html'>Last week's 6 words "Driving with suspended license since 2/09" left readers hanging as to what happened to me that I ended up with a suspended license. So in the spirit of suspending readers I decided not to explain it, until, well, this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to the Division of Motor Vehicles where they handle all driving related things in Delaware to get another handicapped placard to hang on my rear-view mirror since I misplaced mine, and while I was there I was quietly informed that I was driving on a suspended license. So to make a long story short, I picked up my jaw off the floor, slapped my eyes back in their sockets, and made my way to the secret room of driver's services. They informed me that back in November of 2008, I got a ticket in the little no man's town of Felton, Delaware &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes I admit it, my wild city slicker self was driving a wee bit too fast for those farm boys)&lt;/span&gt;. A series of boring events occurred where my payment didn't get to them basically, and four months later, WHAMO, they suspended my license, and didn't inform me.&lt;br /&gt;WOW, I thought, I'm thinking I'm in serious trouble, never really had anything bad driving related on my record, why did it take from 2/09 until 4/10 for me to find this out. And double WOW! I rented a car twice, drove to Florida and Washington, DC and not once did I get stopped - actually thank all car gods I didn't, especially when I was driving around with a foreigner with no drivers license! Ugh, that would have been a mess and a half! Luckily all I had to do was pay the fine, and pay to reinstate my license the next day, and off I went, legal once again, hooray me!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on a side note, that handicapped placard? Well I got a new one, AND my mom found the missing one promptly the next day, in her jack pocket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story is this - if you do accidentally find yourself being fined for doing something naughty, don't forget that when you make a payment to check back a month later to make sure they got the payment, or you may end up on the naughty suspension list like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now onto this week's &lt;a href="http://www.showmyface.com/"&gt;Six Word Saturday&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (which will hopefully be as equally suspenseful so I can continue this nifty idea each week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dog bit finger 1/16, infected again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stay bloggy tuned for the explanation next Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-6342598596758284489?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/6342598596758284489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=6342598596758284489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6342598596758284489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6342598596758284489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/04/six-word-saturday.html' title='Six Word Saturday'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4846359748517286194</id><published>2010-04-13T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:16:00.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TMW - Cherry Blossoms</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday was the Subaru Cherry Blossom Festival (Sakura Sunday) in the city of Philadelphia. Most of us are familiar with the famous National Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington, DC, that celebrates the time when cherry trees were given to the US in 1912 as a gesture of goodwill by the Japanese. Then in 1926, to celebrate the 150th anniversary of American independence, Japan also donated 1,600 cherry and other flowering trees to the city of Philadelphia.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8KE60Q7wDI/AAAAAAAACxQ/y5_bzIg6CGM/s1600/DSCF9993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8KE60Q7wDI/AAAAAAAACxQ/y5_bzIg6CGM/s320/DSCF9993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459071844323409970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order to avoid the crowds at the festival, we decided to visit the cherry trees in the horticultural center in Fairmount Park, where the original trees were planted and the festival is held every year. Trees vary from the classic pink, white to yellowish in color, and can have between 5 to over 100 petals per flower.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the varieties on display:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8KE8ks9CRI/AAAAAAAACxo/peqE5CzwSV8/s1600/Photo0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8KE8ks9CRI/AAAAAAAACxo/peqE5CzwSV8/s320/Photo0353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459071874505705746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8KE8H2EYLI/AAAAAAAACxg/Y7uvHx36UaE/s1600/Photo0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8KE8H2EYLI/AAAAAAAACxg/Y7uvHx36UaE/s320/Photo0381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459071866759307442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8KE7Ww_LJI/AAAAAAAACxY/TTmI6eeIETk/s1600/Photo0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8KE7Ww_LJI/AAAAAAAACxY/TTmI6eeIETk/s320/Photo0439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459071853584657554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4846359748517286194?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4846359748517286194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4846359748517286194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4846359748517286194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4846359748517286194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/04/tmw-cherry-blossoms.html' title='TMW - Cherry Blossoms'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8KE60Q7wDI/AAAAAAAACxQ/y5_bzIg6CGM/s72-c/DSCF9993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-8618624541866308581</id><published>2010-04-12T00:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T07:59:34.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Microfiction Monday Time</title><content type='html'>Welcome to &lt;a href="http://www.stonyriver.ie/"&gt;Microfiction Monday&lt;/a&gt;, where writing 140 characters isn't an easy feat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8J_S5tua1I/AAAAAAAACxI/cwChlwMdf84/s1600/Swanmacnean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8J_S5tua1I/AAAAAAAACxI/cwChlwMdf84/s320/Swanmacnean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459065661033442130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Poor Sal sighs, how did he ever get himself into this messy bet?&lt;br /&gt;He should have quit while ahead, how is he going to drink this entire lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-8618624541866308581?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/8618624541866308581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=8618624541866308581' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8618624541866308581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8618624541866308581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/04/microfiction-monday-time.html' title='Microfiction Monday Time'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8J_S5tua1I/AAAAAAAACxI/cwChlwMdf84/s72-c/Swanmacnean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4815011271697183851</id><published>2010-04-10T01:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T02:17:19.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Word Satuday</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting lately if anyone has noticed, primarily because I've been trying to rush and finish some of my reading/reviewing so I could, you guessed it, read and review more books! &lt;a href="http://www.ala.org/ala/aboutala/offices/pio/natlibraryweek/nlw.cfm"&gt;National Library Week&lt;/a&gt; starts next week so I've been busy preparing for a few nerd related activities.&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'd at least try to squeeze out another version of &lt;a href="http://www.showmyface.com/"&gt;Six Word Saturday&lt;/a&gt;, since my first one a few weeks ago was fun...and see what happened, I've got more than just six words, hooray me! But with that said, here's the important six words of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Driving with suspended license since 2/09.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8AXywh8inI/AAAAAAAACxA/fSaoyEG7ydA/s1600/driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8AXywh8inI/AAAAAAAACxA/fSaoyEG7ydA/s200/driving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458388909161220722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I sufficiently made you all gasp, you'll have to wait for a later post for an explanation. A tricky way to make you continue to read my blog, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4815011271697183851?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4815011271697183851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4815011271697183851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4815011271697183851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4815011271697183851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/04/six-word-satuday.html' title='Six Word Satuday'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S8AXywh8inI/AAAAAAAACxA/fSaoyEG7ydA/s72-c/driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-2362559500977653677</id><published>2010-04-05T01:59:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T03:01:21.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY DYNGUS DAY!</title><content type='html'>Well Easter was yesterday, and I was feeling a bit old/nostalgic and spent most of the day sighing and reminiscing of Easter days of yore when I was young and got baskets of chocolate and peanut butter goodies, bunnies and dyed eggs. Don't holidays get repetitive and boring when you get old and don't have young ones around to continue the celebrations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's already Monday, the first day after Easter and it's DYNGUS DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7l8UCE_DQI/AAAAAAAACwg/M86fi1xXmZM/s1600/dyngus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7l8UCE_DQI/AAAAAAAACwg/M86fi1xXmZM/s320/dyngus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456529107133074690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what the heck is Dyngus Day?! Good question, and although I am part Polish, I admit that I've never heard of it until my best friend informed me that it's a huge celebration where she lives in Buffalo, New York &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in fact they call themselves the &lt;a href="http://www.dyngusdaybuffalo.com/"&gt;Dyngus Day capital of America&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically this day celebrates the ending of the restrictive observances many people follow during the time of Lent, basically everybody can go wild, attend festivals, listen to traditional Polish music, eat tons of Polish foods, and much like St. Patrick's day - today, everyone is Polish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7mE0EjjUQI/AAAAAAAACww/fX2PNYqpulg/s1600/sobeski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7mE0EjjUQI/AAAAAAAACww/fX2PNYqpulg/s320/sobeski.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456538453646987522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's also a long standing tradition using pussy willows. Since it's the celebration of "going wild" it's also sort of known as a matchmaking festivity. Single men/boys are supposed to chase around women/girls and gently tap them with the pussy willow on their legs, and even throw water &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or perfume for the classy lads)&lt;/span&gt; on the females to get their attention. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Luckily the next day females can exact revenge upon the males, they get to throw dishes/crockery back at them! HA! Beat THAT!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone go out and get some kielbasa and pierogies, break out the Sobieski vodka and Tyskie beer, and celebrate!&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nazdrowie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Cheers!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-2362559500977653677?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/2362559500977653677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=2362559500977653677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/2362559500977653677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/2362559500977653677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-dyngus-day.html' title='HAPPY DYNGUS DAY!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7l8UCE_DQI/AAAAAAAACwg/M86fi1xXmZM/s72-c/dyngus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-5019208052533137839</id><published>2010-04-03T18:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T18:57:04.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing New Kitty!</title><content type='html'>Well, after running around to every pound and pet store for the past month trying to find the elusive male orange kitten, we were finally able to locate a possible lead, and when we drove about 20 miles up there to find out, we came upon two of them! Of course the hard part was picking only one, and we did come close to coming home with two, but decided against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here he is, Dewey the Dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7e9gYRGh0I/AAAAAAAACwA/CwUW0z_pjHY/s1600/Photo0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7e9gYRGh0I/AAAAAAAACwA/CwUW0z_pjHY/s320/Photo0275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456037837550290754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7e9g9TBCdI/AAAAAAAACwI/WIbjRpHYAjI/s1600/DSCF0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7e9g9TBCdI/AAAAAAAACwI/WIbjRpHYAjI/s320/DSCF0859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456037847490431442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7e9fwczndI/AAAAAAAACv4/JndqtBwgYoo/s1600/DSCF0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7e9fwczndI/AAAAAAAACv4/JndqtBwgYoo/s320/DSCF0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456037826861964754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's three months old, and we adopted him at a PetSmart, but he's really a part of the Delaware Humane Society, which is a no kill shelter in our area. No other information about where he came from, other than someone turned both orange cats in a few weeks ago. He's getting along well in the house as if he's been here forever. The dogs seems to like him (until he runs) but the other three cats in the house are a bit perturbed, and have been staying outside to sulk since we brought him home Friday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, the Camera Critters meme is celebrating their two year anniversary. So if you've got some time on your hands and enjoy seeing animal photos, check out their blog that has tons of animal loving participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Lynette/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://camera-critters.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7fHQILsTYI/AAAAAAAACwQ/hvaK63IPad8/s320/CameraCritters2nd+anniversary+badge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456048553471004034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-5019208052533137839?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/5019208052533137839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=5019208052533137839' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5019208052533137839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5019208052533137839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/04/announcing-new-kitty.html' title='Announcing New Kitty!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7e9gYRGh0I/AAAAAAAACwA/CwUW0z_pjHY/s72-c/Photo0275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4354574459643532154</id><published>2010-04-01T00:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:34:41.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April Book Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>In celebration of my birthday this month, I've decided to host my first book giveaway! I'm giving away copies of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0446359866?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=delsboorev-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0446359866"&gt;Presumed Innocent By Scott Turow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=delsboorev-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0446359866" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXxpRaFLW5w/S7QWysC3wXI/AAAAAAAAALo/7mvo0MLOv1E/s1600/presumedinnocent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 140px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXxpRaFLW5w/S7QWysC3wXI/AAAAAAAAALo/7mvo0MLOv1E/s320/presumedinnocent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Presumed Innocent&lt;/i&gt;, Rusty Sabich, family man and the number-two prosecutor of Kindle County, is handed an explosive case -- the brutal murder of a woman who happens to be his former lover. A shocking turn of events suddenly transforms him from the accuser into the accused and plunges him into a nightmare world where nothing seems real and no one can be presumed innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may be familiar with this book, it was published way back in 1988, and became a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0100404/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; in 1990, staring Harrison Ford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So why giveaway a book that hasn't been in the limelight in quite some time? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Hatchette Book Group is digging up this bestseller in anticipation of the sequel, &lt;a href="http://www.hachettebookgroup.com/books_9780446562423.htm"&gt;Innocent&lt;/a&gt;, that is scheduled to be released May 4th. So why not give it a whirl and try this book out, and if ya like it, you won't have to wait 20+ years to read the sequel this time around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But how do I win a copy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great question and it's really rather simple. All you need to do is leave your email address in the comment section below, or if you're skitish and don't want to leave it there, no problem, please feel free to email me your name and email privately at delgalreviews(at)gmail(dot)com&lt;br /&gt;That's it, it's really that easy to win a book here, no having to follow me, twitter, FB, or anything like that, just plain and simple old fashioned try your luck by entering your name in the pot! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Of course if you feel like I'm such a groovy gal, feel free to follow me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But is there any fine print we should know about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, what kind of contest would it be if there wasn't some type exception?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Those who enter must have an address in the United States or Canada, and no PO Boxes, please.&lt;br /&gt;2. Winner will be notified via their email provided, on or about May 1st so they can provide me with their mailing address.&lt;br /&gt;3. Finally, if the winner, after reading this book, could send me a review, I can post it here and on my &lt;a href="http://www.delgalreviews.com/"&gt;review blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this isn't mandatory, but would be greatly appreciated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! Any confusions or further questions, please feel free to email me. GOOD LUCK TO ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4354574459643532154?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4354574459643532154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4354574459643532154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4354574459643532154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4354574459643532154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-book-giveaway.html' title='April Book Giveaway!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXxpRaFLW5w/S7QWysC3wXI/AAAAAAAAALo/7mvo0MLOv1E/s72-c/presumedinnocent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-3358440579522260061</id><published>2010-03-31T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:50:31.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - Enormous Portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7LUW42cmNI/AAAAAAAACvo/6TanE_OrD8c/s1600/DSCF9201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7LUW42cmNI/AAAAAAAACvo/6TanE_OrD8c/s320/DSCF9201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454655588382054610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-3358440579522260061?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/3358440579522260061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=3358440579522260061' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/3358440579522260061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/3358440579522260061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordless-wed-enormous-portraits.html' title='Wordless Wed. - Enormous Portraits'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7LUW42cmNI/AAAAAAAACvo/6TanE_OrD8c/s72-c/DSCF9201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-16779337186239109</id><published>2010-03-29T12:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:13:37.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Microfiction Monday</title><content type='html'>Hooray it's that time of the week again! Time to post some great very short fiction about the below picture and join in on the &lt;a href="http://www.stonyriver.ie/"&gt;microfiction monday&lt;/a&gt; fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7A6W8YmvtI/AAAAAAAACvg/5N7drGLjMSI/s1600/onthebridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7A6W8YmvtI/AAAAAAAACvg/5N7drGLjMSI/s320/onthebridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453923314586533586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fred contemplated pushing Ethel over the bridge since he hated the orange hoodie she lived in, and hoped the bridge trolls would be merciful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-16779337186239109?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/16779337186239109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=16779337186239109' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/16779337186239109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/16779337186239109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/03/fred-contemplated-pushing-ethel-over.html' title='Microfiction Monday'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S7A6W8YmvtI/AAAAAAAACvg/5N7drGLjMSI/s72-c/onthebridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4027603188100347654</id><published>2010-03-28T01:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:14:02.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. How far away is the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on what kind of kiss we're talking about - it could be someone in the same house I'm in to someone across the Atlantic ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Has someone ever told you they would be with you forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, my ex-husband back in 2003. Apparently becoming disabled negates the forever promise, I musta missed that fine print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Last person you were in a car with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Any plans for tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too pressing. Reading and getting ready for my Aunt to come for a visit on Wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5. How long does it take for you to take a shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five to ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6. Best friend or close friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got both but prefer a best friend coz the upkeep can be difficult on many friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;7. Is tomorrow going to be a good day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think that it's going to be a good day, but who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. Did you kiss anyone friday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope - well unless you count the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Ever thrown up in public?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not where anyone saw it, but in public bathrooms, yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;10. What's on your mind RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All kindsa things that suddenly flew right out of my stream of consciousness when I read this question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;11. Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and Mark, the people I happen to be currently talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;12. What is the WORST subject they teach at school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated Math, that was MY worst subject. ACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;13. Have you seen anyone lately that you don't get along with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I thankfully avoid anyone I don't get along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;14. What is your favourite colour top to wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like anything purple, but wear black or other dark colors coz I'm a sloppy eater and hate getting stains on shirts all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;15. Have you ever been in a car accident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes a few times, but only fender benders thankfully, no bodily harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;16. What's the closest thing to you that's green?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be the above sentence and various shades of green on my bed sheet/pillowcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;17. Where would you like to be right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Manchester, England or Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;18. Write down some lyrics to the song you're listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dooo beee doo be doo (I'm not listening to anything currently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;19. How many dogs do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two - you can see their picture on my left sidebar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;20. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bump on my right pinkie finger is bugging me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;21. Is life going right for you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not going completely right, but it could go a lot more completely wrong, so I guess I shouldn't complain too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;22. Is there someone you care about more than yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's usually a "problem" of mine - easily care about others, forget about caring for self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;23. What made you laugh today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching little kiddies in a playground, except they weren't on the equipment, they were squeezing themselves under the metal arches used as a bicycle rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;24. What was the last movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to watch UP! again without falling asleep and alas, I was unsuccessful again and Zzzd out twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;25. Whats the last conversation you had about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Mark and I were playing a "game" - Name things that you did that other people haven't done before, twas a fun conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;26. What were you doing at 7:00 this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with the dogs squashed up against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;27. Do you like your hair long or short?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long - so I can easily tie it up in a ponytail to get it out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;28. Do you want to see somebody right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but that particular somebody happens to live too far away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;29. Do you like the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, most of the time not coz it's dreary and the dogs hate going outside so I spend time chasing after them to go out, cleaning up accidents when they don't or cleaning muddy paw prints when they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;30. Did you have a valentine this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup I did and it was wonderful even though it was a long distance kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;31. The last person you kissed needs you at 3 am, would you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would but it would take more than 6 hours to get to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;32. Would you honestly say you'd risk your life for someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would depend on the situation and who it was I'd be risking my life for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;33. Honestly, if you could go back 1 month and change something would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To last month? Sure, less snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;34. How do you feel about boys smoking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's smelly and gross for either sex to smoke and best not to get addicted if you're in that young  stage of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;35. Could you see yourself with someone forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sure I could see it happen, I'd even really like it to happen, but will it, who knows?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4027603188100347654?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4027603188100347654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4027603188100347654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4027603188100347654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4027603188100347654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-stealing.html' title='Sunday Stealing -'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-5576758576424798305</id><published>2010-03-24T01:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T01:33:39.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WW - Subliminally Naughty Chicken From McDonald's?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S6mjM1bMBuI/AAAAAAAACvY/9zf3kK9phEo/s1600-h/Photo0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I did and look, I'm worth less than some used cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/cadaver" style="background: transparent url(http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/cadaver.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 395px; height: 184px; padding-top: 121px; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;$5690.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/cadaver"&gt;The Cadaver Calculator - Find out how much your body is worth.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-8840141309414231505?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/8840141309414231505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=8840141309414231505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8840141309414231505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8840141309414231505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/03/creepy-calculator.html' title='Creepy Calculator'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-3990021114213577577</id><published>2010-03-17T02:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T02:32:46.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - Family Fish-Eye Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S6B3EPdGh9I/AAAAAAAACu4/WA7z2ZsAy0w/s1600-h/DSCF9831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Quick 140 character stories of obscure pictures, hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5spftVIRnI/AAAAAAAACuk/AsNPtl9b6GU/s1600-h/herselfandchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5spftVIRnI/AAAAAAAACuk/AsNPtl9b6GU/s320/herselfandchair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447993798955648626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is 1 of those silent agreements between friends.&lt;br /&gt;He agreed, never mention her bed wetting&lt;br /&gt;She kept mum about his face freezing incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4582198053930594104?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4582198053930594104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4582198053930594104' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4582198053930594104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4582198053930594104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/03/microfiction-monday_14.html' title='Microfiction Monday'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5spftVIRnI/AAAAAAAACuk/AsNPtl9b6GU/s72-c/herselfandchair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-8804989692210264087</id><published>2010-03-13T19:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:50:16.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - Judd's Merged Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1. What were doing 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working, going to school, dating. Boring everyday life stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Five snacks that you enjoy in a perfect, non weight-gaining world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate, BBQ chips, slim jims, peanut butter cookies, trail mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Five things you would do if you were a billionaire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel everywhere, buy a home in Las Vegas with a killer view of the strip, increase my menagerie of animals, have personnel to maintain said home and menagerie, help out family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Three of your habits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misplacing everything I own, nerd travel planning, cautious about spending money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Five jobs that you've have had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substance abuse counselor, paper shredder, grunt/intern, website designer and cashier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6. Five places that you've lived:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I've only got parental home, my home, and homes of boyfriends past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;7. Five things that you did yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran in the rain and got wet, got some library books, shopped, ate sushi, and discussed at great length latest family happenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;8. Five people you would want to get to know more about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God/Devil - a final proof of their existence&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend, &lt;a href="http://www.aneerietapestry.com/"&gt;Mark&lt;/a&gt; - coz he's quite unlike us blabbering Americans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the people I can google/wiki quickly and learn all I've ever wanted to know about them and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;9.  Abortion: for or against it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's up to the woman, however, I personally would not do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10. Do you think the world would fail with a female president?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on now, are you really asking me this?! It would get BETTER not fail, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Do you believe in the death penalty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why bother, it doesn't deter crime anyhow, and it's quite gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Do you wish marijuana would be legalized already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just keep it the way it is - Not going to elaborate on this one - too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;13. Are you for or against premarital sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be for it. But what about postmarital sex? For or against? Discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;14. Do you think same sex marriage should be legalized?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely! I think gay people should also have the joys of being married and going through shitty divorces like the rest of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;15. Do you think it's wrong that so many Hispanics are illegally moving to the USA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's terrible if any person moves to the US illegally, it doesn't just have to be Hispanics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;16.  Should the alcohol age be lowered to eighteen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Brains in 21-year-olds aren't even fully matured at that age either, why make it worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;17. Should the war in Iraq be called off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am personally sick of it? YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;18. Assisted suicide is illegal: do you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you get "locked up" for assisting in your own suicide &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(barring that you weren't successful of course)&lt;/span&gt;, so it kinda makes sense if you assist someone else that you might end up on a "you've been naughty" list too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;19. Do you believe in spanking your children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't have any children, I have been in charge of several in the past and believe that a spank may be necessary under certain circumstances, belts or other weapons, however are not acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. Do you worry that others will judge you from reading some of your answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not only do I not worry if people will judge me, I don't even give a flippin' ratz ass if they do - Judge away!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-8804989692210264087?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/8804989692210264087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=8804989692210264087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8804989692210264087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8804989692210264087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-stealing-judds-merged-meme.html' title='Sunday Stealing - Judd&apos;s Merged Meme'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-1785904846176801221</id><published>2010-03-13T00:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:43:01.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Word Saturday</title><content type='html'>I finished a book recently entitled &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2252947.Not_Quite_What_I_Was_Planning_Six_Word_Memoirs_by_Writers_Famous_and_Obscure"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not Quite What I was Planning: Six-Word Memoirs By Writers Famous And Obscure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and decided to give my six word memoir a whirl. I thought, heck, why not, I may not be a prolific writer, as seen by my stalled attempt at writing the great novel a few years ago, but I surely can write 6 words. So here it is my friends, the great unveiling of my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Thankfully head still attached to body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well there you have it, now what? Thankfully there's a meme out there for this kind of thing, so off I go to join it. Creating endless 6 word life events every Saturday. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.showmyface.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5skrOLzb_I/AAAAAAAACuc/P9_sHZSrCQY/s320/6wsButton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447988499195326450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-1785904846176801221?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/1785904846176801221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=1785904846176801221' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/1785904846176801221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/1785904846176801221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/03/6-word-saturday.html' title='6 Word Saturday'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5skrOLzb_I/AAAAAAAACuc/P9_sHZSrCQY/s72-c/6wsButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4195301437912006203</id><published>2010-03-12T03:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T04:00:27.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time To Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5oBL2KO8aI/AAAAAAAACuU/U6EOCTF_uPY/s1600-h/comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5oBL2KO8aI/AAAAAAAACuU/U6EOCTF_uPY/s320/comp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447668002286662050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe how far I've come from starting blogging a few years ago. For someone who isn't employed, I sure have no time to do things lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now on my to-do list, I've got quite a few books to read and review, and a slightly growing list of reviews I haven't written yet on books I've read. Not to mention I've got to post those same reviews on a few other review sites, which takes time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(calling all programmers out there I need a program that will automatically do this for me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course blog here and on my &lt;a href="http://www.delgalreviews.com/"&gt;book review blog&lt;/a&gt;, and I've most recently started guest blogging for another book review site, &lt;a href="http://featheredquill.blogspot.com/"&gt;Feathered Quill&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(stop by and say HI sometime, we don't bite, well ok, I tend to when cranky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd never get myself into Twitter or Facebook, but alas I seem to have gotten sucked into those too all in the name of promoting my review blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5oAp9SWPFI/AAAAAAAACuM/kkgcc5K649s/s1600-h/busy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5oAp9SWPFI/AAAAAAAACuM/kkgcc5K649s/s320/busy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447667420084190290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HELP! I think I need a virtual assistant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4195301437912006203?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4195301437912006203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4195301437912006203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4195301437912006203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4195301437912006203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-time-to-post.html' title='No Time To Post!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5oBL2KO8aI/AAAAAAAACuU/U6EOCTF_uPY/s72-c/comp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4957703990559593061</id><published>2010-03-10T00:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:00:02.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - What Are They Advertisting Window Display?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5BjbavfGEI/AAAAAAAACsw/BoYqxGKNjU8/s1600-h/DSCF9884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5BjbavfGEI/AAAAAAAACsw/BoYqxGKNjU8/s320/DSCF9884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444961272177039426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5Bjaw0rDqI/AAAAAAAACso/Zn_iH7rlOfg/s1600-h/DSCF9885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5Bjaw0rDqI/AAAAAAAACso/Zn_iH7rlOfg/s320/DSCF9885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444961260924505762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4957703990559593061?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4957703990559593061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4957703990559593061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4957703990559593061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4957703990559593061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordless-wed-what-are-they-advertisting.html' title='Wordless Wed. - What Are They Advertisting Window Display?'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5BjbavfGEI/AAAAAAAACsw/BoYqxGKNjU8/s72-c/DSCF9884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-1289235855431080263</id><published>2010-03-08T12:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:07:00.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Microfiction Monday</title><content type='html'>Hooray it's Microfiction Monday time! And now onto the picture and 140 character story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5SJ04yYlvI/AAAAAAAACtw/nxtIXxkzkhg/s1600-h/poolside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5SJ04yYlvI/AAAAAAAACtw/nxtIXxkzkhg/s320/poolside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446129391087687410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Am I fat, Biff, dahling?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say fat, Muffy&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't leave much to the imagination&lt;br /&gt;Yours is uglier!&lt;br /&gt;'Least mine isn't a mankini!&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5SGHwnGQmI/AAAAAAAACto/PwoJZ15-e_o/s1600-h/mankini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5SGHwnGQmI/AAAAAAAACto/PwoJZ15-e_o/s400/mankini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446125317263868514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-1289235855431080263?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/1289235855431080263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=1289235855431080263' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/1289235855431080263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/1289235855431080263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/03/microfiction-monday_08.html' title='Microfiction Monday'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5SJ04yYlvI/AAAAAAAACtw/nxtIXxkzkhg/s72-c/poolside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-7828635547219344611</id><published>2010-03-07T00:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:21:09.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;Time for a late version of &lt;a href="http://subliminal.lunanina.com/"&gt;Unconscious Mutterings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should hire a personal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Detective&lt;/span&gt; for when I lose my keys, wallet and cell all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is the hair on one's forehead called &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bangs&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;I should get a job as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Consultant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;one of these days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoyed doing Puzzle (s) but the cats keep knocking pieces on the floor, so I gave up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Learn &lt;/span&gt;the easy way, sometimes not.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bf bought me a cute dog &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Necklace, &lt;/span&gt;then a pearl mickey mouse one. What next, a ring? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blink &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;184&lt;/span&gt; is NOT the name of the band, but it just popped into my head anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Stimulation&lt;/span&gt;- Um, I don't even wanna type what I was unconsciously thinking here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember the feathered and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Layered &lt;/span&gt;look back in the 80's?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't you just hate it when the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Police &lt;/span&gt;flash&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;their lights on and they're behind you, you pull over like a fool and they zoom past you? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I wonder if they laugh as they go by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-7828635547219344611?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/7828635547219344611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=7828635547219344611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7828635547219344611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7828635547219344611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/03/unconscious-mutterings.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-6040539455527867686</id><published>2010-03-05T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:26:24.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Mike - We Will Miss You</title><content type='html'>Since this past Monday when I spoke on the phone with a friend from my old job as a substance abuse counselor, I've been fairly upset by the news she reported to me about one of our fellow colleagues, and I thought I'd just post something maybe it would allow me to heal and move on in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, our dear friend, Michael Kriner, was killed in a car accident along with one of his coworkers by a drunk driver. The drunk driver is still, as far as I know, in critical condition in a local hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5B5oI9n5wI/AAAAAAAACtI/1CXu8HMo-h8/s1600-h/picture.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5B5oI9n5wI/AAAAAAAACtI/1CXu8HMo-h8/s400/picture.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444985679998609154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first met Mike in 1998, when I was a lowly intern at a local outpatient program, and I vividly remember him often showing me some of the secrets and ropes with the department he worked in, which had clients who suffered not only from substance abuse, but from some sort of major mental illness. Even then, not knowing him too much, I thought he was hilarious and a really cool person to work alongside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to a few years later I bumped into him in Orlando, Florida, at a methadone conference we both happened to be attending. Both of us had chosen to work specifically with heroin/opiate addicted clients - one of the toughest groups to counsel. While I did not spend lots of time with him there, he was of course one of the highlights of the conference - and he wasn't even a speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the rest of my career as a substance abuse counselor, until ulimately I was forced to quit due to my back pain, I would meet up with Mike. One of my favorite times was when he taught a class about Ethics for all of us counselors to maintain our certification. Now, I'm sure by the mere mention of the topic Ethics, most people reading this will gag or groan, which believe me, we all normally did too when we were forced to do this every two years, but I tell ya, he made it the best three hours ever. Funny and very informative - I admired him, and hoped that someday I could be like him, and I am proud to say I was well on my way to do this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was well known in the field of substance abuse counseling for doing wonderful things for programs in need of help and restructuring, but ultimately he helped those with addictions - people who are shunned, hated or largely ignored by our society, he embraced with open arms, especially the most difficult ones. How ironic it is that he'd pass away so tragically by the very type of person who he counseled and spent 20+ years of his life helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I spoke with Michael he was a director at the only inpatient program we have in Delaware. I was feeling a bit better and hoped that maybe I could begin part-time work back in the field. He was the first person I thought I'd speak to, so that's exactly what I did. Those last words he spoke to me have been in my mind for the past two years since we spoke, and have gotten me through some dark times when I feel down about not being able to work even though my heart is telling me I was meant to do this. He said to me, Lynette, I'd love to hire you imediately, but I'm tied with funding, we can't hire part-time workers, but please, keep me in mind when you're all better, we really need people like you to do this work. Gateway and I will be there waiting for you when you want to return, please don't forget that. And he was right, the field of substance abuse counseling is in dire need of good people to help the victims of this terrible disease, especially since it ultimately took one of the greatest helpers there ever was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to read the article entitled &lt;a href="http://www.delawareonline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=20102280349"&gt;Delaware Roads: Social-Worker crash victims mourned&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-6040539455527867686?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/6040539455527867686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=6040539455527867686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6040539455527867686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6040539455527867686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/03/rip-mike-we-will-miss-you.html' title='RIP Mike - We Will Miss You'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S5B5oI9n5wI/AAAAAAAACtI/1CXu8HMo-h8/s72-c/picture.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-4886379850663648763</id><published>2010-03-03T02:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T03:19:21.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wed. - Rude Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S44RG7qzP3I/AAAAAAAACmA/FffpCXcJieI/s1600-h/Photo0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S44RG7qzP3I/AAAAAAAACmA/FffpCXcJieI/s320/Photo0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444307810331606898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S44RHTNRz-I/AAAAAAAACmI/MG1NE8lObio/s1600-h/Feb22-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S44RHTNRz-I/AAAAAAAACmI/MG1NE8lObio/s320/Feb22-.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444307816650231778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-4886379850663648763?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/4886379850663648763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=4886379850663648763' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4886379850663648763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/4886379850663648763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordless-wed-rude-signs.html' title='Wordless Wed. - Rude Signs'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S44RG7qzP3I/AAAAAAAACmA/FffpCXcJieI/s72-c/Photo0066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-738636095465744512</id><published>2010-03-01T01:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:15:57.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Microfiction Monday</title><content type='html'>Here's today's &lt;a href="http://www.stonyriver.ie/"&gt;Microfiction Monday&lt;/a&gt; entry, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Happy March first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4tam6qMeYI/AAAAAAAAClU/KEDSRWZuHpY/s1600-h/cwwcows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4tam6qMeYI/AAAAAAAAClU/KEDSRWZuHpY/s320/cwwcows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443544199235139970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great pasture tour of '10 came to a screeching halt when Daisy spotted Farmer Brown far in the distance, wearing a pink polka-dot tutu.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-738636095465744512?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/738636095465744512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=738636095465744512' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/738636095465744512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/738636095465744512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/03/microfiction-monday.html' title='Microfiction Monday'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4tam6qMeYI/AAAAAAAAClU/KEDSRWZuHpY/s72-c/cwwcows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-8520885647086543379</id><published>2010-02-28T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:43:14.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - Woops I fibbed</title><content type='html'>Ok so I fibbed just a wee bit, I'm not going to complete today's Sunday Stealing, because you see, all of the questions are Disney based. And while I am a fan of most Disney films, I've got a love and &lt;strike&gt;HATE&lt;/strike&gt; not love so much relationship with them. I'm also still quite mad at Disney for having wickedly cold weather back in January when I was visiting - I mean shit, it's supposed to be "the most magical place on Earth" and they can't control the weather in their own park?! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I'm feeling a lil' bit Freudian so I thought I'd give the &lt;a href="http://subliminal.lunanina.com/"&gt;Unconscious Mutterings&lt;/a&gt; meme a bit of a whirl, so here are bits of my brain floating around in response to these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Harm -&lt;/span&gt; Doctors swear to do no harm, but sometimes I think they forget, and cause additional harm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If -&lt;/span&gt; I had a million dollars I'd...promptly forget the rest of the words to that song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On my own -&lt;/span&gt; Wait, isn't this the title to a few songs too? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what Michael Scott always says in the show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Illegal -&lt;/span&gt; I'm not telling you about anything I've done in this department! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ok maybe someday if you guys are nice, and I'm feeling particularly saucy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Broke&lt;/span&gt; a window once with my elbow, it didn't hurt, but it sure bled a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It’s a &lt;/span&gt;miracle I haven't lost my head, thankfully it's attached to my torso still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chatting&lt;/span&gt; - been doing way too much of this online lately with a certain bloke from the UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Cottage&lt;/span&gt; - CHEESE! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my dog's favorite word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Podcast&lt;/span&gt; - I don't listen to a lot of these, my eyes are too busy reading things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-8520885647086543379?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/8520885647086543379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=8520885647086543379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8520885647086543379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8520885647086543379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-stealing-woops-i-fibbed.html' title='Sunday Stealing - Woops I fibbed'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-3717414455269125452</id><published>2010-02-27T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T09:41:52.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off I go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.superpetexpo.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 87px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4ktcfrUl4I/AAAAAAAAClM/rpaWzOA15pc/s320/petexpo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442931592216745858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to the SuperPetExpo today in King of Prussia, Pennsylvania, only about an hour from here.  Maybe I'll find a cute orange kitten today, as I wasn't too lucky to find one yesterday after searching the SPCA, Humane Society and a local rescue organization. I just may have to go back to petfinder.com and expand my search area. Hope everyone has a a good Saturday, see you for tomorrow's episode of Sunday Stealing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-3717414455269125452?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/3717414455269125452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=3717414455269125452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/3717414455269125452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/3717414455269125452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/02/off-i-go.html' title='Off I go'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4ktcfrUl4I/AAAAAAAAClM/rpaWzOA15pc/s72-c/petexpo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-6839394075523639091</id><published>2010-02-26T00:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T01:15:28.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skywatch Friday - Fleetwood</title><content type='html'>For today's &lt;a href="http://skyley.blogspot.com/"&gt;Skywatch Friday&lt;/a&gt;, I'm continuing from &lt;a href="http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/02/skywatch-friday-blackpool.html"&gt;last Friday's trip&lt;/a&gt; to Blackpool, UK, this week we're gazing 8 miles North at the sky above a lake in Fleetwood, UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4dfpDXw60I/AAAAAAAACk8/r3-4rxanvB0/s1600-h/DSCF9357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4dfpDXw60I/AAAAAAAACk8/r3-4rxanvB0/s320/DSCF9357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442423833584790338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleetwood is also a seaside resort like Blackpool, but a much smaller, quieter version, and is of course the weekend home of my boyfriend, Mark &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(he works in Manchester during the week)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleetwood was a flourishing fishing town, but unfortunately due to The Cod Wars in the 1970's, the town has found itself under difficult economic times. There are two lakes on their main promenade, one used for model yachting and power boats, and the other is used for boating and sailing training. The day I visited there were more big white swans than boats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4diejExhYI/AAAAAAAAClE/DNXYlD3RbrQ/s1600-h/DSCF9344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4diejExhYI/AAAAAAAAClE/DNXYlD3RbrQ/s320/DSCF9344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442426951651394946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-6839394075523639091?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/6839394075523639091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=6839394075523639091' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6839394075523639091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6839394075523639091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/02/skywatch-friday-fleetwood.html' title='Skywatch Friday - Fleetwood'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4dfpDXw60I/AAAAAAAACk8/r3-4rxanvB0/s72-c/DSCF9357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-6962313349747751811</id><published>2010-02-25T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T01:16:43.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 13 - WARNING! VERY BAD WORDS AHEAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@#$&amp;amp;%*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's going to snow again on the East coast &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(probably is by the time you're reading this)&lt;/span&gt; and I am really getting SICK AND TIRED of this stuff! We just about get rid of the main mess, and what happens? Apparently someone up in the weather world thinks it's funny to go ahead and dump another pile of it on us. And guess what folks, I'm MAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that said, here's my Thursday 13 - a list of thirteen bad words, curses, phrases or any type of potty language to express how annoyed I am, and their origins and/or translations &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if I feel like translating).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, Tits &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(7 words George Carlin said you can't say on tv in his act in 1972)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Avada Kedavra &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The Killing Curse in Harry Potter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bloody Hell &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The British naughty phrase that got Mark into trouble when he was young)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Frak&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Battlestar Galactica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Craptacular, Purplemonkeydishwasher and D'oh! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The Simpsons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pendejo &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Spanish-"dumbass")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Crink, Ferglutz, Sexless Marsh-Toad &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Star Wars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Dupa &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Polish - "Ass")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Zum Donnerwetter! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;German-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Merde (French-Shit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Vaffanculo! (Italian-Fuck it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Qu Ni De! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Up Yours!-Chinese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Godver &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;("Damn"-Dutch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, now I feel better! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4YVXp0yDPI/AAAAAAAACk0/JjZQ1Kx5hJc/s1600-h/hpf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 63px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4YVXp0yDPI/AAAAAAAACk0/JjZQ1Kx5hJc/s200/hpf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442060695832235250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blink style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;UPDATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It seems that saying all these words has worked wonders, no snow and it's 2pm Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-6962313349747751811?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/6962313349747751811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=6962313349747751811' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6962313349747751811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6962313349747751811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-13-warning-very-bad-words.html' title='Thursday 13 - WARNING! VERY BAD WORDS AHEAD!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4YVXp0yDPI/AAAAAAAACk0/JjZQ1Kx5hJc/s72-c/hpf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-6980834449284497710</id><published>2010-02-24T02:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T02:49:46.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WW- My Tribute To Cakewrecks.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4TZ10947DI/AAAAAAAACkk/dT-J61Pll68/s1600-h/Photo0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 357px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4TZ10947DI/AAAAAAAACkk/dT-J61Pll68/s320/Photo0135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441713768544922674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-6980834449284497710?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/6980834449284497710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=6980834449284497710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6980834449284497710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6980834449284497710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/02/ww-my-tribute-to-cakewreckscom.html' title='WW- My Tribute To Cakewrecks.com'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4TZ10947DI/AAAAAAAACkk/dT-J61Pll68/s72-c/Photo0135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-6989946563973490216</id><published>2010-02-23T01:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T01:33:59.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TMW - Spring Cheer Up</title><content type='html'>For today's &lt;a href="http://showyourworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;That's My World!&lt;/a&gt; post, I figured since a lot of us are in a winter funk with all the snow and cold weather happening outside, I'd brighten up everyone's day with some pictures from this past Saturday's visit to the Home and Garden Show &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in the greater Philadelphia, PA area)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Although this wasn't nearly as cool as the &lt;a href="http://www.theflowershow.com/"&gt;Philadelphia International Flower Show&lt;/a&gt;, which I'll be visiting next week, here's some flowery cheer nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4N0jxzfpvI/AAAAAAAACjo/m_VAuI8fYAo/s1600-h/DSCF9538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4N0jxzfpvI/AAAAAAAACjo/m_VAuI8fYAo/s320/DSCF9538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441320932807255794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4N0lE_MatI/AAAAAAAACkA/XlOUnRay3II/s1600-h/DSCF9543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4N0lE_MatI/AAAAAAAACkA/XlOUnRay3II/s320/DSCF9543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441320955136469714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4N0kQQk5PI/AAAAAAAACjw/d6waAcSVs3I/s1600-h/DSCF9554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 381px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4N0kQQk5PI/AAAAAAAACjw/d6waAcSVs3I/s320/DSCF9554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441320940982297842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4N0k0_mP9I/AAAAAAAACj4/jUcYLFWRtlU/s1600-h/DSCF9562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4N0k0_mP9I/AAAAAAAACj4/jUcYLFWRtlU/s320/DSCF9562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441320950843195346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-6989946563973490216?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/6989946563973490216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=6989946563973490216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6989946563973490216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6989946563973490216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/02/tmw-spring-cheer-up.html' title='TMW - Spring Cheer Up'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4N0jxzfpvI/AAAAAAAACjo/m_VAuI8fYAo/s72-c/DSCF9538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-2833331957148320772</id><published>2010-02-22T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:00:03.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Microfiction Monday</title><content type='html'>Come join the super short writing fun every Monday at &lt;a href="http://www.stonyriver.ie/"&gt;Microfiction Monday&lt;/a&gt;, and with that said, here's my second entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4HI0iDtY9I/AAAAAAAACjg/Mv8p8zD9T4g/s1600-h/monpetitlapin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4HI0iDtY9I/AAAAAAAACjg/Mv8p8zD9T4g/s320/monpetitlapin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440850629661385682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"What? What's that you say? You want me to stuff myself in this hat? My God, have you gone mad, surely you jest! I'd no sooner lay an egg!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-2833331957148320772?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/2833331957148320772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=2833331957148320772' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/2833331957148320772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/2833331957148320772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/02/microfiction-monday_22.html' title='Microfiction Monday'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4HI0iDtY9I/AAAAAAAACjg/Mv8p8zD9T4g/s72-c/monpetitlapin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-5517186770016667750</id><published>2010-02-21T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:46:00.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing - The Clown's Meme 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;34. What do you like about the summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great weather, I don't have to wear a ton of clothing, and I can take my dogs everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;35. What do you like about spring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too hot/humid or too cold and the flowers are blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;36. How many states provinces have you lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only officially lived in one state, Delaware, but there's been a few unofficial living situations in my youth, but we won't go into just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;37. What cities/towns have you lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilmington, Newark, New Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;38. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely bare feet, or I'd be like the character "Agador Spartacus" in the movie The Bird Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wIRVpDzaM8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wIRVpDzaM8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;39. Are you a social person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to be not very social unless it's with family or friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;40. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet N Sour chicken tv dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;41. What is your favorite restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose's Border Cafe - it has great Mexican and South West food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;42. What is your favorite ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate and peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;43. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything with naughty amounts of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;44. What is your favorite kind of soup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clam chowdah - and it has to be the "chowdah" type or it's not the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp;amp; J sandwich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do PB &amp;amp; J sandwiches, but if I had to it would be grape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;46. Do you like Chinese food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's a yummy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;47. Do you like coffee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I hate it, and I'm sorry to insult those die hard addicts out there, but I just can't bring myself to drink that sludge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;48. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably between 6-8 glasses of flavored water a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;49. What do you drink in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time flavored water, sometimes ice/regular tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;50. What non-banking related card in your wallet is the most valuable to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be my driver's license or the "I miss you" wallet card someone special mailed to me last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;51. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep on the side that the dogs aren't on, or the place where they leave a sliver of room to squash my body into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;52. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;53. Do you like to cuddle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as long as the being I'm cuddling with doesn't snore or fart too loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;54. Have you ever been to Canada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, several times to Niagara Falls, Quebec City, and some various drive-through provinces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;55. Do you have an addictive personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm the one who counsels the ones with the addictive personalities, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;56. Do you eat out or at home more often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often at home even though I don't like cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;57. What do you miss about high school, if anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much, I hated high school, but I do miss not having adult responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;58. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(Hey look, this meme comes ready with it's own answers already, cool!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yes! But I forgot who.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..I know some of my friend do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer: My best friend's exhusband and Willie Nelson. But wouldn't it be cooler if you knew who DIED on your birthday - Creepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;59. Do you want kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, do you have any spare lying around, generally doing the bad kid/teen thing and you want to pawn them off or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;60. Do you speak any other languages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je parle un peu de français, Iway alsoway peaksay igpay atinpay, and dirty words in Polish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;61. Have you ever gotten stitches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, once one I was two, above my eyebrow, and two years ago when I had lap-band surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;62. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I've ridden in the back of a cop car...woopsie, did I just admit that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;63. Do you prefer an ocean or a pool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the calm friendliness of a pool, even though oceans are far more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;64. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like a windowy aisle seat that way I can gaze out the window AND stretch my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;65. Do you know how to drive stick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted many an eon ago, and never tried again. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Why anyone would want to purposely drive a stick is way beyond me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;66. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've got a thing for buying fridge magnets everywhere I go.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And once upon a time it was on lots of books, but now I'm cool enough to get them for free&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-5517186770016667750?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/5517186770016667750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=5517186770016667750' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5517186770016667750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5517186770016667750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-stealing-clowns-meme-2.html' title='Sunday Stealing - The Clown&apos;s Meme 2'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-8236563316792252647</id><published>2010-02-20T18:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:41:49.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Tired To Type!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4BulPrq9sI/AAAAAAAACjY/cWfnCGRXmaI/s1600-h/sleepybw.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4BulPrq9sI/AAAAAAAACjY/cWfnCGRXmaI/s320/sleepybw.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440469936007476930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been out for the day attending a Home and Garden Expo in the Philly area and other various weekendly shopping duties, so now I'm too tired to make an official nifty post, so this one will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, here's an interesting tidbit for the day, I'll probably be rescuing another kitty soon, so this will be making it the fourth cat in the house along with the two crazy dogs and one parakeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we've got holes in our heads...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-8236563316792252647?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/8236563316792252647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=8236563316792252647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8236563316792252647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/8236563316792252647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-tired-to-type.html' title='Too Tired To Type!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S4BulPrq9sI/AAAAAAAACjY/cWfnCGRXmaI/s72-c/sleepybw.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-6193425531134869823</id><published>2010-02-19T00:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T01:31:36.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skywatch Friday - Blackpool</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd dig up today's &lt;a href="http://skyley.blogspot.com/"&gt;SkyWatch Friday&lt;/a&gt; picture from my archives. This is from last year's visit to see my boyfriend in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S34rg9GwwmI/AAAAAAAACjQ/laUFH0qzOEk/s1600-h/DSCF9496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S34rg9GwwmI/AAAAAAAACjQ/laUFH0qzOEk/s320/DSCF9496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439833245068870242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken in Blackpool, which is a popular seaside resort town located on the North West coast of England. The &lt;a href="http://www.theblackpooltower.co.uk/"&gt;tower&lt;/a&gt; in the background is inspired by the Effiel tower in France and first opened up in 1894 and has a circus, dinosaur attraction, aquarium, and a beautiful ballroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was visiting the Blackpool Illuminations were going on, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which explains the mass amount of lights you see below the sky)&lt;/span&gt; this is a great display of lights first started in 1879, that goes on for six miles and is shown nightly for sixty-six days from late August until early November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-6193425531134869823?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/6193425531134869823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=6193425531134869823' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6193425531134869823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/6193425531134869823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/02/skywatch-friday-blackpool.html' title='Skywatch Friday - Blackpool'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S34rg9GwwmI/AAAAAAAACjQ/laUFH0qzOEk/s72-c/DSCF9496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-5971765271300259114</id><published>2010-02-18T08:28:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:21:23.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 13 - Things I Could Be Doing If...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sure, the snow is beautiful outside, I got plenty of wonderful pictures, and even &lt;a href="http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-fun.html"&gt;made a snow woman&lt;/a&gt;, but let's be frank here, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I AM GETTING SICK OF IT!&lt;/span&gt; So with that said, here's my &lt;a href="http://thursday-13.com/"&gt;Thursday 13&lt;/a&gt; list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Things I Could Be Doing If There Wasn't A Ton Of Snow Outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Taking my dogs for a walk or a run off leash and letting the cats outside &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(they've got a serious case of cabin fever, HELP!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Walking around anywhere without the fear of slipping and breaking bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Planting, gardening and generally enjoying beautiful flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Sitting and relaxing outside in the cool evenings and getting bitten by mosquitoes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(woops, I don't wanna do this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eating ice cream, gelato or water ice outdoors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Swimming in a pool or dipping my toes in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Opening up the many windows in my house to get some natural ventilation &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not to mention looking out to see something other than huge piles of snow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hibernating less – I hate going anywhere when it's so cold out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Going anywhere without having to put on five layers of clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Doing any nifty beach related activity that doesn't involve getting sun burnt like playing miniature golf or walking the board walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 .Getting my mail – Seems the United States Postal Service doesn't deliver in this snow &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(until you call and complain, then it comes the next day in a big deluge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Complaining that it's too hot and humid outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Appreciating my dear old clunker of a car by taking it for a spin on a nice sunny day &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(without crashing on black ice)&lt;/span&gt; and getting it washed &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(without fear of it rusting huge holes in it)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-5971765271300259114?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/5971765271300259114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=5971765271300259114' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5971765271300259114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5971765271300259114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-13-things-i-could-be-doing-if.html' title='Thursday 13 - Things I Could Be Doing If...'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-5383041268046698086</id><published>2010-02-17T01:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:33:57.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Naughty Wordless Wed. - Piggy Finally Gets Her Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S3uNrLI94bI/AAAAAAAACjI/J2OvIArQ6nc/s1600-h/DSCF9929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S3uNrLI94bI/AAAAAAAACjI/J2OvIArQ6nc/s320/DSCF9929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439096747844297138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-5383041268046698086?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/5383041268046698086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=5383041268046698086' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5383041268046698086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/5383041268046698086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/02/naughty-wordless-wed-piggy-finally-gets.html' title='A Naughty Wordless Wed. - Piggy Finally Gets Her Man!'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S3uNrLI94bI/AAAAAAAACjI/J2OvIArQ6nc/s72-c/DSCF9929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-675389916099843721.post-7627257104384845981</id><published>2010-02-16T03:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:41:38.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen's Meme - The UnValentine grumpy meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I, Mimi Pencil Skirt Peace Woman, have officially declared war on Valentine's Day. If I see one more chocolate rose covered in stupid red tin foil paper I'm gonna have a fit. What did you get for Valentine's Day?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No flowers or tin foiled candy here, but one of my gifts from my sweetie was this:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S3n7zJa8nEI/AAAAAAAACi4/3UhWAPKUlz4/s1600-h/DSCF9490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S3n7zJa8nEI/AAAAAAAACi4/3UhWAPKUlz4/s200/DSCF9490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438654881147427906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S3n7zW70s6I/AAAAAAAACjA/jtx0lWEyqrw/s1600-h/vdaypug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S3n7zW70s6I/AAAAAAAACjA/jtx0lWEyqrw/s200/vdaypug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438654884774982562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What will you miss most about Valentine's Day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I won't actually miss it at all, was hoping it would go away like every year, too much merchandising. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What could you have done differently yesterday to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;make the day sweeter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I could have magically shown up in only a red bow at my boyfriend's flat, but that would have taken a lot of teleporting I've not quite got a handle on as of yet.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many roses make a dozen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Um, are you seriously asking this? Really, truly?!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Did someone get held back in kindergarten? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5. You and your love are getting matching tattoos for Valentine's Day. What will they be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matching tattoos, been there done that. Oh and while we're at it, no Las Vegas wedding either. Yup, been there done that both in LV actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My kingdom for a man who can spell.  I am so tired of getting text messages from college educated 45 yr old men like .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I miss u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;B there by 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... or the ever popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U home?&lt;/span&gt;  Does your significant other have an annoying cute little habit you'd like to break?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, shoot, now that he said I'm perfect in his blog post, I can't possibly tell the truth&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;now can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What did you get someone for Valentine's Day, if I may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I sent some super cute ecards (I'm not cheap, I didn't kill any trees, thank you!) for some relatives and what happens?! The poor senior Auntie I sent it to can't open it up on her computer as usual. Sigh. Why do I bother?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, and I got mushy stuff for my bf, but you can read it on &lt;a href="http://www.aneerietapestry.com/"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;. N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;o one is looking. I promise.Write one word on this candy heart you've been dying to say to a romantic connection from your past. I will not tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S3n6T82eJ_I/AAAAAAAACiw/RK4VJ5DZ3Tk/s1600-h/convoheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S3n6T82eJ_I/AAAAAAAACiw/RK4VJ5DZ3Tk/s320/convoheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438653245685639154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woops, that was more than one word, couldn't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be a poet. Write a 4-line poem starting with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Roses are red....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roses Are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Violets Ain't &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;I miss my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have a canoe?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What song best describes your Valentine's Day experience this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not necessarily describing this year's experience - but "At Last" by Etta James is a good general idea of how I feel this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; I, Mimi Grumpy Skirt, am so glad this meme is almost over. This is my final question. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I made it eleven questions in honor of the 11 roses I didn't receive. Aren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; they lovely? This is my final final question, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Regis&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Two c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;upids are in a knock down drag out fight on the floor of the Senate. One is a constituent from Venus, the other from Mars.&lt;br /&gt;What is the name of the legislation are they fighting over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Legislation #3591-A:  Toilet Seat Up VS Toilet Seat Down&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/675389916099843721-7627257104384845981?l=ablogintherough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/feeds/7627257104384845981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=675389916099843721&amp;postID=7627257104384845981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7627257104384845981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/675389916099843721/posts/default/7627257104384845981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablogintherough.blogspot.com/2010/02/queens-meme-unvalentine-grumpy-meme.html' title='The Queen&apos;s Meme - The UnValentine grumpy meme'/><author><name>A Blog In The Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484905912366572794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/SdMHrmuJsQI/AAAAAAAABh8/bSYsWgDnpQ0/S220/clip6_17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QW990Fq0Y4/S3n7zJa8nEI/AAAAAAAACi4/3UhWAPKUlz4/s72-c/DSCF9490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
