<?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-8109597659757813209</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:24:48.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight Up and a Mile East</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Lori~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08550902802515271090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/buster2657/JustMe1-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109597659757813209.post-2748699611843761812</id><published>2010-09-19T23:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T23:37:59.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just over 3 years later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I was thinking about *&lt;a href="http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-elastic-in-her-panties.html"&gt;Miss No Elastic in her Panties&lt;/a&gt;* and came back to see if that post was still here.  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109597659757813209-2748699611843761812?l=straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2748699611843761812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109597659757813209&amp;postID=2748699611843761812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/2748699611843761812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/2748699611843761812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-over-3-years-later.html' title='Just over 3 years later'/><author><name>~Lori~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08550902802515271090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/buster2657/JustMe1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109597659757813209.post-5639002623298582619</id><published>2007-09-16T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:18:23.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meez.com/_lori_" title="Check out this user's profile at Meez.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.meez.com/user08/08/02/0802_10026483723.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally feeling back to normal again, and thought I would have a little fun on the old internet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The opening image for this post, it's supposed to be me, according to my design at &lt;a href="http://www.meez.com/"&gt;Meez&lt;/a&gt;.  Kinda cute eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent last evening with Paul and Chantel, watching movies.  We haven't done that for a long time, and it was nice and relaxing - and best of all - 3 CHIC flicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Griffin and Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Very emotional story of life with cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Ru2fe970a4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/CZVsrnS9lNI/s1600-h/griffon+phoenix.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Ru2fe970a4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/CZVsrnS9lNI/s320/griffon+phoenix.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110916506505735042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Georgia Rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not at all what I thought it was going to be about.&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances do shape us into the people we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Ru2g9N70a5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2ohv4w0TdYQ/s1600-h/georgia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Ru2g9N70a5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2ohv4w0TdYQ/s320/georgia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110918125708405650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trading spaces with someone really can change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Ru2iSN70a6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/zOodBsBzHJU/s1600-h/holiday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Ru2iSN70a6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/zOodBsBzHJU/s320/holiday.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110919585997286306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I think about things way too much, but, watching The Holiday made me think. &lt;br /&gt;Would I trade houses with someone? &lt;br /&gt;Would I be okay with someone coming into my home for two weeks? &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think I would, and I would be curious to see how things would turn out.  I would like to go somewhere far away, somewhere completely different. &lt;br /&gt;Would you do this?&lt;br /&gt;&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/8109597659757813209-5639002623298582619?l=straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5639002623298582619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109597659757813209&amp;postID=5639002623298582619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/5639002623298582619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/5639002623298582619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/meez.html' title='Relaxing'/><author><name>~Lori~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08550902802515271090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/buster2657/JustMe1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Ru2fe970a4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/CZVsrnS9lNI/s72-c/griffon+phoenix.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109597659757813209.post-4809059725777312127</id><published>2007-09-02T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T03:16:53.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Elastic in Her Panties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Rtpp59NcuaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1nHt3_YVPUg/s1600-h/elastic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Rtpp59NcuaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1nHt3_YVPUg/s320/elastic+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105509571982309794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know about any of you, but I like to take care of my undies.   I don't like them when they are old, stretched out, no elastic, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;It causes me to be uncomfortable, it makes me grouchy, and I don't care for the feeling at all.  If I had to go for one day wearing bad underwear, I am afraid you would not want to be near me.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have had a run in with a lady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(on 2 occasions now) and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I am sure she has no elastic in her panties.  There is no other excuse for her behavior (that I can think of) then she needs some brand new gitch.&lt;br /&gt;We all get tired, cranky, and feel overworked, but I don't think there is any reason to treat another human being with disrespect - unless you are wearing bad underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtpaFNNcuVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GJ3IkfcW0Vs/s1600-h/panties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtpaFNNcuVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GJ3IkfcW0Vs/s320/panties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105492173069793618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shopping today (Saturday) went really well until we had to go to Walmart.  Not that we couldn't find what we wanted, as we did, and even quite quickly.  You know, it wasn't even too crowded or busy, all was good until we got in the checkout line.&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago, this lady was our cashier, I have never forgotten her.  I don't know her name, I don't know her at all, and I really don't care to.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was only paying for two things, but one of them had that foreign object in it, you know the ones that they have to remove with a certain tool?  The one that if not removed, that little "beep beep beep" will go off when you go out the door.&lt;br /&gt;I call that little thing a "kinocker."&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I realized it was her, and I knew that I had an item with an "kinocker" - I wanted to switch lineups and go on with my good day.&lt;br /&gt;Would she remove it this time without me having to ask her to?  Please, please, let her remove it, I will pay and be on my way, and I won't have to ask her a thing.&lt;br /&gt;But, these wishes were only wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Without a hello, good afternoon, not a word, she took my items, scanned the first, put it in the bag, and then the second, and put it in the bag.  The second one had the "kinocker."&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I thought maybe while I swiped my debit card and was doing my thing, she would get that little tool out and remove that annoying "kinocker."&lt;br /&gt;No such luck.&lt;br /&gt;My item was paid for, she had the receipt in her hand, and she motioned it - to me or in the bag.  Still not a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;With two deep breaths, I said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll take the receipt with me, and could you take the object off the top item in the bag for us, please?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No Elastic in Her Panties replied - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What object are you talking about?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You know,"&lt;/span&gt; as I reached over into the bag - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"this one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No Elastic in Her Panties groaned and said - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ma'am, this item does not usually have this attached to it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;{{groan}}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that's why I never checked for it.  I do my job and I can't help it if the rest of the workers here do not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot quote the rest of her words, but it was a huge excuse - for no reason at all, complaining about the long ridiculous hours she worked, and how 2 people had phoned in sick today, yadda yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thankyou, I did not need your explanation, but if you would kindly remove the object, we will continue on with our day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No Elastic in Her Panties near screeched and said (as she removed the "kinocker") -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Good for you, here you go, I hope you do have a good day, some of us have to work for the measly pay we get around here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I took my bag, and left the store - without the "beep, beep, beep."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I should have gone directly to customer service, but believe me, I have her name, and I will check the receipt to see if there is a clerk number on it, but she will be reported.&lt;br /&gt;And I will go to sleep tonight, hoping and praying that this lady made enough money today to treat herself to some brand new panties.&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/8109597659757813209-4809059725777312127?l=straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4809059725777312127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109597659757813209&amp;postID=4809059725777312127&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/4809059725777312127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/4809059725777312127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-elastic-in-her-panties.html' title='No Elastic in Her Panties'/><author><name>~Lori~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08550902802515271090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/buster2657/JustMe1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Rtpp59NcuaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1nHt3_YVPUg/s72-c/elastic+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109597659757813209.post-4650695729571567352</id><published>2007-09-01T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:09:15.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Tickles my Fancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am busy uploading photos to Black's Photography, I have a huge amount to get printed, and they are having a sale right now, so perfect timing.  The uploading time is so slow, near driving me crazy, so I am finding things to do in between.&lt;br /&gt;Ebay is where I go, I should never do that, as I always seem to find something that tickles my fancy.  How I ended up in the bedding section, not sure, but I really love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtmZhdNcuTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CJQujsDh9Kk/s1600-h/oriental+bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtmZhdNcuTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CJQujsDh9Kk/s320/oriental+bedroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105280452656937266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The auction is just for the bedding, the other items I love, but I think we could decorate the rest of our bedroom to match, if we painted, and did a bit of furniture/accessory relocation throughout the house.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't purchased it, but oh, it is so tempting, I love it, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I always tell everyone to put things on their wish list, so I will do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess, lol, I better show Paul first, since it's his bedroom too, and see if he even likes it.  I'm sure he will, but he won't like the idea that we would have to paint, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, on the top of my wishlist it goes!  And, I think I better find another place to keep me amused while I upload photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/8109597659757813209-4650695729571567352?l=straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4650695729571567352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109597659757813209&amp;postID=4650695729571567352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/4650695729571567352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/4650695729571567352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-tickles-my-fancy.html' title='This Tickles my Fancy'/><author><name>~Lori~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08550902802515271090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/buster2657/JustMe1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtmZhdNcuTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CJQujsDh9Kk/s72-c/oriental+bedroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109597659757813209.post-612549245381696861</id><published>2007-08-31T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:11:16.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, one of Paul's previous co-workers (Tyler) stopped in on his way to BC.  I was envious, as I absolutely love BC.  We got to talking about retirement.  Tyler wants to retire at 35, he's 28 now, hmmm, good luck with that, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, retirement, that's a long time away for us, but I have often thought I would like to retire in BC. I do have the place  picked out that I would love to live,  although, I don't think that is going to be in our budget.  But, I can dream, right?  These are the apartments that Dad used to manage.  I loved visiting him there, the area and the view are spectacular, &lt;a href="http://www.rentersguide.com/building.php?ID=99"&gt;The Flamingo Apartments&lt;/a&gt;, yes, this would be my ideal spot to retire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtjNd9NcuPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dJP8m1Nbzes/s1600-h/the+flamingo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtjNd9NcuPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dJP8m1Nbzes/s320/the+flamingo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105056092155328754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Paul and Tyler thought that the rain would get depressing.  I don't know, I have been there several times, it was raining when I was there, and it didn't bother me.  However, I have not been there for a period of longer than 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Would the rain be worse than the snow and cold?  Would it get depressing?  Now this is something to think about - even though I know we likely won't move there, if there is any possibility, I should think about this.  How would you know unless you tried it?&lt;br /&gt;Looking at some of these views, I can't imagine that some rain would change my mind.  Dad lived there for several years, he never complained.  I have a lot of relatives who live there (who moved from here) and I have heard them talk about the rain, but I have never heard them say that they wished they had never moved.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to ask about this, now I am curious.  I have a hard time believing that views like this everyday, even it is was raining would depress me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtjQwtNcuRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/iaGBf1Y1Ys4/s1600-h/view+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtjQwtNcuRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/iaGBf1Y1Ys4/s320/view+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105059712812759314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtjQeNNcuQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4KtzeFPuQNk/s1600-h/view+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtjQeNNcuQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4KtzeFPuQNk/s320/view+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105059394985179394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtjQ6NNcuSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h3DCKod3U2o/s1600-h/view+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtjQ6NNcuSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h3DCKod3U2o/s320/view+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105059876021516578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does anyone have any input?  What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Rain or snow?&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/8109597659757813209-612549245381696861?l=straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/feeds/612549245381696861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109597659757813209&amp;postID=612549245381696861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/612549245381696861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/612549245381696861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/2007/08/retirement.html' title='Retirement'/><author><name>~Lori~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08550902802515271090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/buster2657/JustMe1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtjNd9NcuPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dJP8m1Nbzes/s72-c/the+flamingo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109597659757813209.post-4743286461733314071</id><published>2007-08-29T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:10:33.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtY_ndNcuMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7PEWveHdrkA/s1600-h/dude+within.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtY_ndNcuMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7PEWveHdrkA/s320/dude+within.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104337174759520450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you a dude?  I didn't know I was a "dude" until recently.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that teenagers use many different expressions, most to which they think that we have no understanding.  Chantel happens to be one of those teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;The most popular word in her vocabulary these days is "dude."&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dude, Paul's a dude, Justin's a dude, heck, even Zero is a dude.  People who make her happy are dudes, people who make her angry are dudes, most people for whatever reason are some kind of dude.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to "dudette" - hmm, is that not a word anymore?  Maybe it never was, but I do think I used that word before.&lt;br /&gt;So, after hearing this word many many times a day, how could I not pick up on this.  Last night, when driving, there was this annoying driver in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Dude, you are really ticking me off."&lt;br /&gt;Chantel quickly exclaimed - "Mom, you can't use that word!"&lt;br /&gt;My reply, "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;Chantel - "You're too old."&lt;br /&gt;Me - "I'm too old."  What the heck is that?  If I remember correctly, "dude" was a word from my younger years.&lt;br /&gt;She quickly replied - "Mom, it just doesn't sound right."&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was left at that, but it has sparked my curiosity.  Hence, I looked it up in the &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/dude"&gt;dictionary&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dude"&gt;urban dictionary&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion, that although dude may or may not have the definition as to how I used it in my younger years - guess what, it's very flattering that this younger generation has not only brought back our style of clothes from way back then - they are now bringing back our vocabulary.  Yes, I feel flattered.............&lt;/span&gt;Duuuude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My last search on the good old internet was to find an image of a dude.  I must say this one made me smile - a "Stick Dude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtZDdtNcuNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QiEW-WG0tNo/s1600-h/stick+dude.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtZDdtNcuNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QiEW-WG0tNo/s320/stick+dude.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104341405302307026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With that, it's time for me to get in a little tv before it's time for bed.   'Night Dudes!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/8109597659757813209-4743286461733314071?l=straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4743286461733314071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109597659757813209&amp;postID=4743286461733314071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/4743286461733314071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/4743286461733314071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/2007/08/dude.html' title='Dude!!!'/><author><name>~Lori~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08550902802515271090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/buster2657/JustMe1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtY_ndNcuMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7PEWveHdrkA/s72-c/dude+within.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109597659757813209.post-4718834306348039032</id><published>2007-08-28T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:54:23.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got a lot more accomplished at work today.  Thanks Paul, thanks Donna, we are on a roll now and things are looking up - I feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So tonight was the only free night we had to make a quick trip to get some school clothes shopping done for Chantel..  We met Justin for a quick supper, then Chantel and I went on our way.  I thought it would take forever, but in a miracle - one half hour - she was done at Warehouse One, and another miracle - fifteen minutes - she was done at Payless shoes. We're home, she's put on her little fashion show, and I can still catch some of Big Brother and then the Iron Chef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And *grin* - I told you that she would love your shoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://justnicks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - guess what she picked up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtTze9NcuII/AAAAAAAAAEg/yC9oLstkJuY/s1600-h/skull+shoes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtTze9NcuII/AAAAAAAAAEg/yC9oLstkJuY/s320/skull+shoes.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103971990870210690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She was so excited when she found them, and there was a sale - buy one, get one half price.  Can't pass up on a sale right?  These are now also a part of her new wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtT3P9NcuLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/p8ZjCQ5Wxm4/s1600-h/skull+shoes+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtT3P9NcuLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/p8ZjCQ5Wxm4/s320/skull+shoes+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103976131218684082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I forgot to mention, while Chantel and I were shopping, Paul was off on his own.  He had made a little trip into EB Games.  Guess what game was just released?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtT2ztNcuKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qBn4V9X6Z9w/s1600-h/tiger+woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtT2ztNcuKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qBn4V9X6Z9w/s320/tiger+woods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103975645887379618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He has been waiting for this.  I'm kind of excited too, it just might help my golf game.  Ahhhh, I can hardly believe I said that, lol.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better day today, a good day, yes........all is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/8109597659757813209-4718834306348039032?l=straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4718834306348039032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109597659757813209&amp;postID=4718834306348039032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/4718834306348039032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/4718834306348039032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-shopping.html' title='A good day!'/><author><name>~Lori~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08550902802515271090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/buster2657/JustMe1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtTze9NcuII/AAAAAAAAAEg/yC9oLstkJuY/s72-c/skull+shoes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109597659757813209.post-3503904409328217262</id><published>2007-08-27T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:02:29.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtN-P9NcuHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0K5yegiZDiI/s1600-h/Pic+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtN-P9NcuHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0K5yegiZDiI/s320/Pic+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103561615335012466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day, I needed to clear my head and think of something peaceful.  Sometimes you wake up and have big plans for the day, and well, you know, it just doesn't turn out as good as you thought it would.  No tragedies or anything, but I don't like planning things and not getting them all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paul is home now, and I'm going to ask him to help me at work for a few of the days he is off.  This will speed things up, and we always have a lot of fun working together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do believe though, that right now, Paul should give me a nice long back rub, what do ya think?  Yeppers, I think that is in store.  *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtN9CtNcuDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3SIOQgKQ_4c/s1600-h/Pic+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtN9CtNcuDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3SIOQgKQ_4c/s320/Pic+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103560288190117938" 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/8109597659757813209-3503904409328217262?l=straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3503904409328217262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109597659757813209&amp;postID=3503904409328217262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/3503904409328217262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/3503904409328217262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/2007/08/peaceful.html' title='Peaceful'/><author><name>~Lori~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08550902802515271090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/buster2657/JustMe1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtN-P9NcuHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0K5yegiZDiI/s72-c/Pic+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109597659757813209.post-6102552610309875972</id><published>2007-08-26T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T01:32:53.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to relax and unwind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://loveisinthedetails.ca/forum/viewtopic.php?t=26543"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chelsea's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; blog challenge this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go for a walk and listen to my Ipod, or I take Zero for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Turn on the tunes, and off to the kitchen - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love to cook and bake, I do find this very relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better than curling up in a nice fuzzy blanket, reading a good book or some scrapping magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes you just might find me sitting on the old computer and surfing the pages of Ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing my camera, hopping in the Element, and going on a hunt for some new things to photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A good old bubbly bubble bath is super, and I have been known to take the tiny tv in where the jet tub is, relax, and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Paul is home, I love to curl up with him and watch a good chick flick.  If Paul isn't home, I will still curl up (with Zero, lol) and watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtJmItNct-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/YzS1YmIWPuk/s1600-h/Kick+Ass+coffee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtJmItNct-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/YzS1YmIWPuk/s200/Kick+Ass+coffee.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103253627525183458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My new favorite - a cup of fresh ground "Kick Ass" coffee!  With a book, magazine, chatting on the phone, or just regular old tv - it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to surprise Chantel and tell her I am done work for the day, to get ready, and just take off - no set destination - although we usually do end up in a store or somewhere for a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the phone to tell Justin we are picking him up to take him out for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I wouldn't forget Paul, sometimes when Chantel is busy and I'm here alone on the weekend, I'll pack us up supper, and just head off to his workplace to surprise him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with the gals &lt;a href="http://loveisinthedetails.ca/forum/index.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is one of my favorite things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New for me - golfing!  If Paul is home, I will go out for a round of golf with him.  Haven't tried this alone or with anyone else, but if my game improves I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, but of course, scrapbooking.  *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ACERUS%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ACERUS%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109597659757813209-6102552610309875972?l=straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6102552610309875972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109597659757813209&amp;postID=6102552610309875972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/6102552610309875972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/6102552610309875972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-do-i-do-to-relax-unwind.html' title='Time to relax and unwind!'/><author><name>~Lori~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08550902802515271090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/buster2657/JustMe1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtJmItNct-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/YzS1YmIWPuk/s72-c/Kick+Ass+coffee.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109597659757813209.post-7191888909235900864</id><published>2007-08-25T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T18:23:42.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mashy" and friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtC2idNct5I/AAAAAAAAACo/NCpeCPcOjPE/s1600-h/The+Egg+Gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtC2idNct5I/AAAAAAAAACo/NCpeCPcOjPE/s320/The+Egg+Gang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102779080883615634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My new favorite kitchen gadgets!  Saw the "Mashy" at my brother's house, sitting on their window sill - I thought it was just an ornament, and commented on how cute it was. I did not know it was an egg masher - what a super slick idea!  I had to have it!&lt;br /&gt;While in Clear Lake, we travelled through many different little towns, and searched out all the Home Hardwares to find one.  No luck........but on our last day we went to Dauphin, and Paul spotted a Home Hardware - didn't think we would have any luck - but Aha - Paul came around the corner with "Mashy" in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;I said that I wanted one for his Mom and Dad for Christmas (they love the different little gadgets I send them), so when I went around the corner and saw there was the egg timer and whipper as well.  Awesome!  My "Egg Gang" would look so cute!&lt;br /&gt;There was a lady there, who told me she loved her "Mashy" and that it was even great for mashing potatoes.  She laughed and said it was sad that her life had come to being excited over a little egg masher.   LOL - I was just as excited!  :)&lt;br /&gt;So, for new kitchen gadgets, I love them, inexpensive ($3.99 each), and they work.  I have to agree, little "Mashy" works great for potatoes too!&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/8109597659757813209-7191888909235900864?l=straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7191888909235900864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109597659757813209&amp;postID=7191888909235900864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/7191888909235900864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/7191888909235900864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/2007/08/mashy-and-friends.html' title='&quot;Mashy&quot; and friends'/><author><name>~Lori~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08550902802515271090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/buster2657/JustMe1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/RtC2idNct5I/AAAAAAAAACo/NCpeCPcOjPE/s72-c/The+Egg+Gang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109597659757813209.post-938533024611704131</id><published>2007-08-25T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T17:52:12.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I caught Paul with another woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paul gets home from work, about 10:30 pm or so, talks to me for a short while, and says he's tired and going to bed. I tell him okay, it will be a little while before I get there, got a few more things to do. Good Night Honey - you know the routine!&lt;br /&gt;But, after about 15 more minutes, I'm exhausted, can't keep my eyes open any longer. Decided it was time to get to hit the hay myself, a little earlier for a change.&lt;br /&gt;So, I am brushing my teeth, and I hear this deep moaning coming from our bedroom. What the heck? Doesn't sound like Paul, so who the heck could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I keep listening, and I can hear it, yes, I am not out of my mind, something is going on in there. Deep moans of ecstasy are coming from the room!&lt;br /&gt;I walk into the bedroom, turn on the light, and what do I find.................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeppers, my dh is in bed with another woman!  And, I got proof!  Look at the smug innocent look on her face!  Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Rs-9S9Nct3I/AAAAAAAAACY/IU1XMxxiIfI/s1600-h/Paul+and+Annie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Rs-9S9Nct3I/AAAAAAAAACY/IU1XMxxiIfI/s400/Paul+and+Annie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102505036200327026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*grin* We are babysitting my brother's dog - Annabelle - I call her Annie for short. She was just getting a nice ear rub from Paul! (although he looks rather innocent in this photo) Seems she also decided she was going to overtake my side of the bed, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I don't have the heart to make her move.......guess who got the couch tonight?  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109597659757813209-938533024611704131?l=straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/feeds/938533024611704131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109597659757813209&amp;postID=938533024611704131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/938533024611704131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/938533024611704131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-caught-paul-in-bed-with-annie.html' title='I caught Paul with another woman!'/><author><name>~Lori~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08550902802515271090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/buster2657/JustMe1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Rs-9S9Nct3I/AAAAAAAAACY/IU1XMxxiIfI/s72-c/Paul+and+Annie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109597659757813209.post-3151110673444570917</id><published>2007-08-24T17:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:55:18.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So many times, I am asked this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who asks it?  Well, mostly my kids, sometimes my hubby, and sometimes my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Usually I do have a destination in mind, but, on the very odd occasion, no, I do not. After answering this question at least 10,000+ times in my life, I now simply answer - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Straight Up and a Mile East, Wanna Come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we've been on holidays, we didn't go very far, but it was awesome! Taking a holiday was great, refreshing and relaxing.  I did learn something though, I will not wait this long to take a holiday again. It was far too long since we had been away together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to get back to work, and if some of you would disagree - I do have the best job in the world.  :)  There was a lot more to do than I expected, but  I think I am at a place now where I can start next week fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Did the thought of starting a blog ever cross my mind? - Not in the least, but for some reason, typing here, wondering if anyone will read this, if anyone along the way will come across this - intrigues me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get back to work, I have to look at some photos that I want to scrap!  Have plans to scrapbook on the long weekend, really looking forward to that!&lt;br /&gt;Backshots are my favorite and I can't wait to scrap these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Rs-J9dNctvI/AAAAAAAAABY/5umVg73Gaao/s1600-h/Backshot+Paul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Rs-J9dNctvI/AAAAAAAAABY/5umVg73Gaao/s320/Backshot+Paul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102448591740122866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Rs-KPtNctwI/AAAAAAAAABg/pCGQGrAQrzY/s1600-h/Backshot+at+the+Beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Rs-KPtNctwI/AAAAAAAAABg/pCGQGrAQrzY/s320/Backshot+at+the+Beach.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102448905272735490" 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/_CucjTxdJ160/Rs-Kc9NctxI/AAAAAAAAABo/zBwdYlHDHL0/s1600-h/Backshot+Trail+Ride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Rs-Kc9NctxI/AAAAAAAAABo/zBwdYlHDHL0/s320/Backshot+Trail+Ride.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102449132906002194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8109597659757813209-3151110673444570917?l=straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3151110673444570917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109597659757813209&amp;postID=3151110673444570917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/3151110673444570917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109597659757813209/posts/default/3151110673444570917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straightupandamileeast.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-many-times-i-am-asked-this-question_24.html' title='Where are you going?'/><author><name>~Lori~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08550902802515271090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/buster2657/JustMe1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CucjTxdJ160/Rs-J9dNctvI/AAAAAAAAABY/5umVg73Gaao/s72-c/Backshot+Paul.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
