<?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-8186248078628330553</id><updated>2012-02-03T17:31:08.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrider II</title><subtitle type='html'>Writer + Rider = Wrider


Welcome to my little corner of the world - rediscovered.  That's an important word for this blog right now.  So the wave in this pic signifies the old going out with the tide and well, the new plopping onto the white, pristine sands...  Keep reading and comment.  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Today is actually pouring and it was so nice to listen to.  I know too soon it will be over and I will once again long for the day when constant sunshine and dry heat are not the norm, so let it rain a little while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of things.  Sometimes it seems like when ever I am asked how I am the only response I have is "tired".  Not physically.  But emotionally and mentally.  Is there a place to go where you can escape this type of tired?  Hell if I know.  I just want to breathe and relax.  Doesn't seem like a lot to ask for but when it comes right down to it very few people are willing to just give that to you unconditionally.  That's a key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, and one which is NOT very good, I have come upon a revelation of sorts regarding the VNV and Legacy Vets.  Let me preface this by saying the DH told me yesterday that one of the patch holders' claim to military service is that he joined the Army, went to basic, got stationed with a jump unit and while at jump school fell off the tower and was discharged.  So pretty much his military career is the extent of how much time I've spent in the field my first year of service.  So this "vet" gets patched and gets to be treated like he's somehow better than me and gets to act like he's somehow better than me.  I have a whole new attitude towards these so-called vets.  Why should I support them when they don't support me?  I did 20 years serving this country - more than 90% of the patch holders in the club.  OK, I wasn't in VietNam, nor did I serve in Iraq or Afghanistan.  But guess what - some of them didn't either.  It's hurtful to be honest.  Once again as a female and a Marine I find it impossible to feel like I belong anywhere or with anyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about the idea for a novel again.  I keep thinking if I just took the time to write the thoughts down I might really have something.  I create dialogues in my head while driving to and from work daily.  It's perfected itself actually.  My dreams are beginning to add to the storyline - whether consciously or unconsciously.  Maybe a book is my destiny for freedom of a hurting soul?  Maybe the way to release my heart is to share it with those who can be empathetic with me?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss other bloggers...  Twitter is fun and a quick fix, but to me blogging is still King.  Where or where are my followers?  Let me know if you are out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Already Gone" by Sugarland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-1162536877861920638?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/1162536877861920638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=1162536877861920638' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1162536877861920638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1162536877861920638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired-and-rain.html' title='Tired and Rain'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-4851021101727268801</id><published>2009-11-17T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:27:04.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promised myself no matter what today I would blog.  I'm trying very hard to not cut myself off and thereby making this blog a brief summary rather than an actual paragraph (or two).  Giving oneself time to be creative can be as difficult as any task.  I've learned that the hard way recently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much going on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Work is steady, which is awesome, but we are still not locked into a new contract for 2010.  I love my job - still.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The DH loves his new bike.  Oh yeah, you don't know...  I got tired of him borrowing mine so I bought him his own last week.  Nice 2009 Dyna Super Glide.  Sweet bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Thanksgiving is fast approaching and I couldn't be happier.  Not because it's a time for family togetherness.  Oh no!  For us it's a time of mini solo vacation!  That's right.  The DH is taking off for Phoenix on a 4x4 trip with the daughter in tow.  The leave Wednesday afternoon and return on Monday.  I can't believe I'll have 5 whole days to myself.  I'm practically giddy with anticipation.  I'm buying a bottle of scotch.  Just sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The youngest son is now bound for Afghanistan.  Although I am trying very hard to be a Marine, the Mom in me is pushing it's way to the surface.  I hope we hear from him soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I need to start getting ready for my trip to Ohio Dec 2-7.  As you might recall I am scheduled to do a craft show at my cousin's work.  I have completed purses and scarves for the inventory.  Now I need to take inventory, pictures and put together a photo book of sorts for the booth, along with packing up the inventory and shipping it to Ohio prior to the show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  The MC is starting to be a painful entity for me.  It's a boy club and although I am a Veteran I am still not a guy - so they treat me differently and really don't quite know what to do with me.  I don't really fit in with their wives, but I try.  I do ok at it, but my heart is just not there.  It hurts but I just have to accept it and move on.  Dwelling on it won't change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it...  Summarized and yet no disgustingly short.  I am tired these days - more so than I should be.  It's a lack of will and a bit of depression I think.  I need to find some pleasure somewhere, in something, somehow.  What a daunting task!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Tennessee Line" by DAUGHTRY w/Vince Gill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-4851021101727268801?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/4851021101727268801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=4851021101727268801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4851021101727268801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4851021101727268801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-promised-myself-no-matter-what-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-6217270941682273371</id><published>2009-11-02T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:20:04.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>This time of year always makes me somewhat melancholy and I'm not exactly sure why.  Could be the sentimental aspects of the seasons approaching.  Thanksgiving and Christmas are meant to be a time for family; forgiveness; thankfulness...  A time for reflection of the past year and the outlook for growth and change in the coming year.  I have much to be thankful for and much to look forward to.  I suppose I have the best of both worlds as most Librans do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-6217270941682273371?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/6217270941682273371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=6217270941682273371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6217270941682273371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6217270941682273371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-4599110715844510792</id><published>2009-10-21T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:20:14.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions and a job change</title><content type='html'>I don't think the two are related in my case, but you never can tell these days.  First the most interesting of the two:  addiction.  I think that word brings to mind fear in the minds and hearts of most everyone because everyone assumes it's drugs or alcohol.  Not in my case.  My addiction(s) are a little to the right.  They are (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &gt;  Facebook&lt;br /&gt;     &gt;  My phone&lt;br /&gt;     &gt;  Crocheting&lt;br /&gt;     &gt;  Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;     &gt;  Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't consider any of these something that stops my functioning as a human.  My list includes technology which has changed the way we interact with people.  I believe that people today make a choice either to embrace the technology ... or not.  I don't know how or if I can even leave it behind at this point.  It has become part of me and I only see it evolving - not dissolving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other topic - job change - is certainly less interesting, but important nonetheless.  I am currently under a contract with a company hired by the government.  This particular contract ends Dec 14th, 2009.  A follow-on contract is supposed to kick in terminating Sept 30th, 2010, but we have not been told if that is going to happen.  So I have been putting my feelers out for a new job.  This is my list (in so particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &gt;  Same job, but with a contract through Sept 30th, 2010.  The job is in 29        Palms.  I would live up there during the week and come home whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;     &gt;  Three spots above me is opening up.  I'm applying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you posted on what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Learned My Lesson" by Daughtry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-4599110715844510792?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/4599110715844510792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=4599110715844510792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4599110715844510792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4599110715844510792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/10/addictions-and-job-change.html' title='Addictions and a job change'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-3897966934155999874</id><published>2009-10-18T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:42:13.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday already</title><content type='html'>Sounding like a broken record by complaining how the weekend flew by too fast.  Apologies up front for that attitude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up the youngest son from the airport on Saturday morning.  He will be home on leave until Nov 1st.  Then shortly afterwards he will be heading from GA to Afghanistan.  I try to think about that part as a Marine and not as a Mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been toiling with the idea of finding my own MC.  Not an easy thing to do and get what I'm looking for.  I need to hash this out more in my head and decide.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to Ohio Dec 2-7.  Mostly for the craft fair, but also to spend time with family and friends.  Need to also decide if I want to live there or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, suddenly this whole thing just became too boring to continue.  I've got nothing to write about!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-3897966934155999874?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/3897966934155999874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=3897966934155999874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3897966934155999874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3897966934155999874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-already.html' title='Sunday already'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-8916338520532935974</id><published>2009-10-08T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:56:07.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You wanna wear what????</title><content type='html'>Ask any Marine when the Marine Corps Birthday is and they can easily tell you - November 10.  It's a world wide celebration for all Marines.  Active duty, Reserve, Retired - it doesn't matter.  On that day Marines greet one another with a resounding "Happy Birthday".  Commands all over the world hold a Birthday Ball.  Tradition abounds.  This is a time when all Marines come together to celebrate our beloved Corps.  The attire for this event is formal.  This means if you are a Marine, you will wear your most senior uniform.  That could be your Alpha's, but most of the time this is where Marines proudly put on their Dress Blues - the ones we Marines are so famous for.  There is nothing sharper than a Marine in his Blues.  So why is it that female Marines all over the world always ask the same damn question when it comes time to celebrate the Ball?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we wear an evening gown instead of our uniform?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me?  What did you just say?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear this question I cringe.  Why on Earth would you NOT want to wear your Dress Blues?  You earned the right to wear them.  You went through 13 weeks of Boot Camp just so you can claim the title of a US Marine and you would rather wear a stinking evening gown to the most important event in Marine Corps history???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard all the excuses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  I DON'T FEEL LIKE A WOMAN IN MY UNIFORM.  That sounds like a personal problem.  Wearing an evening gown isn't going to "fix" that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  I WEAR A UNIFORM EVERY DAY.  And let me get this straight...you aren't proud to do so?  How many times in the past 12 months have you worn your Dress Blues?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  I'M A WOMAN AND WANT TO DRESS LIKE ONE AND LET MY HAIR DOWN.  This isn't Homecoming or Winter Formal or Prom.  You are a Marine first.  This isn't about you.  It's much bigger than that - it's about respecting the Marine Corps - past and present.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a touchy subject with me and one most female Marines don't care to have with me.  If they don't want to wear my uniform then they are telling me that being a Marine means nothing to them and that the Marine Corps Birthday is just another holiday.  I have zero tolerance for this line of thinking.  You are either a Marine or you're not.  Make up your mind and then you let me know.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/Ss7PkugKB0I/AAAAAAAAAhc/V_Le-ZeVN2g/s1600-h/wm2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/Ss7PkugKB0I/AAAAAAAAAhc/V_Le-ZeVN2g/s400/wm2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390474033874208578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/Ss7PxnOLABI/AAAAAAAAAhk/1zF9rbiYMns/s1600-h/wm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/Ss7PxnOLABI/AAAAAAAAAhk/1zF9rbiYMns/s400/wm3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390474255258026002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/Ss7QAMPhlbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Z1R7k5AW7-E/s1600-h/wm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/Ss7QAMPhlbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Z1R7k5AW7-E/s400/wm.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390474505713980850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-8916338520532935974?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/8916338520532935974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=8916338520532935974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8916338520532935974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8916338520532935974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-wanna-wear-what.html' title='You wanna wear what????'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/Ss7PkugKB0I/AAAAAAAAAhc/V_Le-ZeVN2g/s72-c/wm2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-6847751857358636349</id><published>2009-10-04T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:32:27.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is funny</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I believe in miracles.  Most of the time I believe things happen for a reason and there are no such things as coincidences.  I have been going through so much lately it's hard to get through the chaos without throwing up my hands and surrendering.  But I keep plugging along.  Mostly because the sun comes up every day and people depend on me.  I'm not sure that's the real reason.  It's probably just my survival instincts kicking in and the fact that I just have always lived with a great deal of hope and positivity in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just doing something the other day out of desperation and a feeling of overwhelming pain and loss.  Low and behold the very next day something happens that makes me think God does answer prayers.  Makes me believe I am not crazy.  Makes me wonder if something isn't changing in my life.  Makes me think about a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been down all weekend with a cold.  It ruined my plans to ride my Harley and my horse, but with the work week ahead I couldn't afford to be sick and have to take time off, so I gave in and stayed in bed, rested when I felt like it and took my meds.  Tonight I am feeling much better.  The sneezing has all but stopped.  No more headache and thankfully, no more coughing.  That was the worst - the coughing.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest will be home in 13 days.  I'm very excited to see him.  My little Soldier!  He would be embarrassed to hear me say that.  I am still his Mom after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's it for this time.  Still no comments from the regulars.  Still no one else is blogging.  Still I continue to blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  None.  I haven't heard a song all weekend long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-6847751857358636349?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/6847751857358636349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=6847751857358636349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6847751857358636349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6847751857358636349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-funny.html' title='Life is funny'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-6889222136644828439</id><published>2009-09-28T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:52:21.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And another day passes by...</title><content type='html'>I can't quite believe how quickly life is passing by.  Here it is my 46th birthday already.  Where did the last year go?  Soon it will be Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas, then 2010.  I can't seem to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great birthday.  As is the norm in our household I got the birthday weekend.  I was catered to, got to choose meals and was treated very special.  It was amazing!  The daughter got me a pedi.  The DH was a sweetie and today I got a massage.  Yay for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing others would blog.  I'm not giving up hope they will return.  Added another blog to my reading.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Red Light" by David Nail.  I think I have used this one before but no one is around to call me on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-6889222136644828439?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/6889222136644828439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=6889222136644828439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6889222136644828439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6889222136644828439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-another-day-passes-by.html' title='And another day passes by...'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-811828943158599417</id><published>2009-09-23T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:36:57.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncovering a poser</title><content type='html'>I apologize for my delay in posting.  I have been busy since we got back from Havasu working on finishing up a Cincy Bearcats bag I thought was going to be shipped this Friday.  Today I found out that the October Craft Fair has been cancelled, so I actually have some breathing room now to build up my inventory a little more for the December Craft Fair which is a sure thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately while we were in Havasu we did have one bad experience...  In a nutshell we met a guy who is a poser.  Now first off I gotta say it's pretty damn ballsy to even pretend to be a Marine and talk crap in the presence of two Retired Marines.  That didn't stop this wanna be.  We met him through a mutual friend.  He invited us into his house where he has a corner of his den as a showplace for some photos, a uniform, and promotion warrants.  The more he talked the more things weren't adding up.  The Dh and I looked at each other every now and then.  He was thinking exactly what I was - no way.  So when we got back home we both started doing some research on our own and found some pretty amazing stuff on this guy.  He has a reputation for being a poser - as a football coach, author, football player, and who knows what else.  The Marine part bothers us though.  Claiming to have personal awards is a serious charge in any military person's mind.  We are gathering facts and then will see what happens.  More to follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been very busy with RAM upgrades and such.  Makes for a fun day and for the first time I really felt like I knew what I was doing today.  That was a good feeling.  It's pretty amazing how quickly the GySgt comes back when talking to Marines.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is my birthday.  I will be 46.  Not making a huge deal out of it.  Just dinner with the Dh and daughter.  That's enough for me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "No Boundaries" by Kris Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-811828943158599417?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/811828943158599417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=811828943158599417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/811828943158599417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/811828943158599417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/09/uncovering-poser.html' title='Uncovering a poser'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-3251118770079788927</id><published>2009-09-16T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:03:58.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out of pocket</title><content type='html'>I will be in Havasu from tomorrow afternoon until Sunday afternoon.  Sunday evening we have a going away party for a friend's nephew returning to England.  Not that anyone will notice I'm not posting...  Seems I'm quite alone out here in blogspace.  That's probably a good thing since I'm not in a very good mood and going through a sorting out period.  That lends itself to wordy and confusing blog entrys, not to mention a plethora of blogs that are "on again" "off again".  All part of being a Libra.  Trying to balance.  Trying to harmonize.  Trying to be fair and just and ... stable.  Why am I always stable?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have thought again about trying to get some overseas pen friends.  Why?  To fill a space.  Like I already don't have quite enough to do.  Between work, horses, the bike, crocheting, being a wife - yeah, squeeze in handwriting letters to people in foreign countries.  Am I sounding pathetic enough for you already?  Told ya it probably wouldn't be pretty.  Best you aren't reading.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;content = satisfied with what one is or has; not wanting more or anything else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Red Light" by David Nail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-3251118770079788927?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/3251118770079788927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=3251118770079788927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3251118770079788927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3251118770079788927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-pocket.html' title='out of pocket'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-2936883800258176603</id><published>2009-09-14T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:31:30.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing is therapy</title><content type='html'>That's what I keep telling myself.  Does anyone out there literally "write" their blog as they go through their day?  I often find myself putting sentences together for a later blog entry.  I even think about what the post should be called.  I find myself most creative around 1100 and then again around 1430.  At first I thought it was sort of crazy that I do this, but then I realized that perhaps this writing in my head was therapy for myself.  Now I don't feel so bad when I find myself doing it.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good email exchange today with The Birdman.  Sometimes its great to get a guy's perspective on things and he's always my best source.  He cuts through the cliches and BS and just says what he needs to say.  Not a lot of people I know have this talent.  I appreciate his advice probably more than he realizes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday after work the DH and I are jumping in the truck and hitting the road to Havasu for the weekend.  Never and K will be there along with B &amp; K.  Should be a fun weekend of just relaxing in the pool with the other two girls and going out to the bars at night.  I just don't want to karoake.  LOL  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, Patrick Swayze died today.  He was only 57.  I know he fought hard against cancer.  It's very heartbreaking he lost the battle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "(I've Had) The Time of My Life" by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes in honor of "Dirty Dancing".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-2936883800258176603?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/2936883800258176603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=2936883800258176603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2936883800258176603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2936883800258176603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/09/writing-is-therapy.html' title='Writing is therapy'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-956565227800849492</id><published>2009-09-11T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:41:55.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be getting old</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here tonight with a headache.  It's almost midnight and I am waiting for the Tylenol to kick in before I attempt to crash.  Went to The Yardhouse with coworkers tonight.  I knew ahead of time I would be the DD, so after my regular two Guinness, I settled in.  Except I never really "settled".  Watching my coworkers around me was so boring.  For some reason I couldn't get into a single conversation.  Maybe it was because I wasn't buzzed or drunk and they all were?  Perhaps.  But it also just didn't feel like ME.  Nothing much does these days.  I feel like I am sitting somewhere between two plains - not quite wholly in either one, a foot in both.  Makes a Libra very uncomfortable.  I hope this ends soon.  Don't think I can rush it along.  Don't think I can just go numb until it passes either.  I just gotta suck it up and ride it out.  I should have realized the ride was nowhere near finished.  Not sure what made me think I could get off that easy.  No part of my life that has turned out well has ever been easy.  Approaching 46 - yes, forty six - seems paramount.  I suppose for me it is.  I was chatting with a kid tonight that's half my age.  HALF.  When I was drinking a beer (probably a Guinness) at age 23 he was just an infant.  Ouch.  Talk about feeling old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was sitting in my seat at the table, next to the birthday girl, using my straw to play in my watered down Coke.  Yeah, that was my fun.  OK, maybe I was being a party pooper.  Maybe I was already in a foul mood when I got there.  But it doesn't take much to keep me entertained when you put a Guinness in my hand and engage me in some 1) interesting conversation, 2) innocent flirting, and 3) not so innocent flirting.  LOL  Just kidding.  Anyway, I just wasn't feeling it tonight.  Either I didn't want to be social or I was with the wrong crowd or both.  Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headache started and escalated within 15 minutes.  The pain behind my eyes was so intense I was squinting.  The dim lights weren't helping either.  The BBQ chicken salad was bland.  My Coke was watery.  I had to roll out of there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's plans are unclear at this time.  The DH is working in the AM.  I might go for a walk or hit the gym and then come home to crochet some.  Never and the Guys are up in Lemore for the weekend on a run.  Club business so no women allowed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally forgot to mention the season opener of SOA.  It was pretty intense.  Wait, did I already mention this?  Damn, I can't remember.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Toes" by The Zac Brown Band&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-956565227800849492?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/956565227800849492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=956565227800849492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/956565227800849492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/956565227800849492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/09/must-be-getting-old.html' title='Must be getting old'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-4901050920283990477</id><published>2009-09-10T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:32:16.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology Fallout</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at work the Marines were instructed to take a server offline from the training classroom building which is about 50 yards from our large, two story building.  The Marines cut the fiber connection and as a result we lost connectivity.  Apparently the training classroom was our link to the fiber in the street.  This morning we came in and found we are still unable to login so work has stopped for the most part.  Civilian techs are on site attempting to get us back up but the outlook for it to happen today looks bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often say is a joking manner how we would love for our system to go down but then when it does we are bored out of our minds.  We started a small football pool in our boredom.  The Marines used this opportunity to break out the tactical firewalls.  And it's loud.  Because everyone is talking to each other instead of with their heads bured in a monitor.  It's funny to see the transformation.  The phone lines are still operational and haven't had a break since 0730 this morning.  I wonder it will be like tomorrow...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost finished with the my first Bengals bag.  I love the way the colors came together.  I hope it's a popular item at the craft fair.  Looking at the calendar I have to guess I will be able to maybe finish only two more bags before I will need to ship to Ohio for the Oct fair.  I'm guessing Saturday the 26th is ship day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind I need to focus on the Dec fair and kicking out as much as I can.  Ship date for that is Nov 28th.  With luck I hope to have more bags with Bengals and UC Bearcats for the inventory as well as some scarves.  Time is against me because of work but I'm trying to be realistic in my estimates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook has become a real entertainment factor for me, not to mention a tool to reconnect.  An old GF of the DH's from 1983 got in touch with him.  Same girl is also a friend of mine - unbeknownst to either of us.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Learn My Lesson"  by Daughtry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-4901050920283990477?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/4901050920283990477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=4901050920283990477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4901050920283990477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4901050920283990477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/09/technology-fallout.html' title='Technology Fallout'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-5592512862826587108</id><published>2009-09-08T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:52:49.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 8th and SOA is back</title><content type='html'>Season 2 of "Sons of Anarchy" starts tonight at 10pm PST.  I can't wait to see what happens this season.  I loved the show last year.  The previews look exciting, shocking and hot.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really relaxing, kickback kind of day.  The DH and I took the truck in for an oil change, then went to breakfast at Annie's.  Then we went to the grocery, although neither of us really felt like shopping and didn't want to just load up the cart with food, so we grabbed some essentials (no, not beer) and made burgers and tots for dinner.  We'll figure out the rest of the week later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night is Ladies Night at Quaid in Temecula, so I'll be hitting that.  They always have good chow and lots of prizes.  Not really into the whole "ladies" thing but it's an excuse to talk bike and maybe learn something new.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow our new coworker starts.  G and I are curious about her.  We are all going to lunch together with T.  I hope she fits in.  I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about asking for the Havasu house the weekend before Christmas.  It would be me and the DH, our oldest, his gf and our grandson.  J and her beau.  Could be fun.  We just want a no stress, relaxing Christmas.  Thinking this might be a good way to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Soldier will be home Oct 17th.  Anxious to see him and spend some time with him before he ships to Afghanistan.  Hopefully he will have internet and can keep in touch with us.  We are already planning on boxes to send him with 'stuff'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went on a great ride.  Did the De Luz road ride.  It was fun and I noticed some of the turns that gave me trouble last time were a lot easier this time.  Guess I'm getting a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Poker Face" by Daughtry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-5592512862826587108?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/5592512862826587108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=5592512862826587108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5592512862826587108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5592512862826587108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-8th-and-soa-is-back.html' title='September 8th and SOA is back'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-4699246294479089682</id><published>2009-09-07T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:24:57.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The taste is bitter sweet</title><content type='html'>This was an interesting day.  I seem to be saying that a lot lately - "interesting day".  I suppose in many ways it's like crying wolf.  I mean honestly, just how many days can be that damn interesting?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start?  How about with this:  In 1983 my husband was dating a girl that he had every intention of marrying.  However, he ended the relationship in order to try and make things work with his then ex wife for the sake of his son.  In 1984 I arrive at Camp Pendleton and try out for the Marine Corps Mounted Color Guard.   Fast forward to 1990.  The DH and I meet in Okinawa, Japan.  OK, so where does the interesting part of this story come in?  Yesterday the old gf of my husband contacts him on Facebook.  As it turns out, this gf is the same friend of mine that along with her husband was in charge of the Mounted Color Guard.  Go figure.  What are the odds?  Talk about the six degrees of seperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think many of you know too much about my first marriage, but it ended badly and I literally lost a huge portion of my life.  Photos and other possessions I had were either thrown out or destroyed by me ex - to include all of the Color Guard photos.  I have looked for years online and through the military photo labs for pictures of me on the Guard but to no avail.  Thankfully, this same person (who is still married to the same man) has a bunch of old photos and she has graciously sent me a few.  It's like a piece of me has been restored.  I'd like to share some of those pics with you now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SqX1KISqNuI/AAAAAAAAAhE/yZ9ZC7RiC8A/s1600-h/redcolor3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SqX1KISqNuI/AAAAAAAAAhE/yZ9ZC7RiC8A/s400/redcolor3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378974884337170146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SqX1V7dq9UI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hdWUaO8V_mQ/s1600-h/redcolor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SqX1V7dq9UI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hdWUaO8V_mQ/s400/redcolor2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378975087052125506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SqX1fP0cmuI/AAAAAAAAAhU/fMtjnaevfH8/s1600-h/redcolor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SqX1fP0cmuI/AAAAAAAAAhU/fMtjnaevfH8/s400/redcolor1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378975247135185634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all get a kick of these.  I'm sure you'll be seeing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of my interesting day revolves around the motorcycle club world and my part in it.  I think my interest in bikes started as many things in my life do - I was attracted to being part of something.  A motorcycle club was my goal.  Although I often feel like as a retired Marine I have broken through many of the sex barriers, I find that the motorcycle club that I want so badly to be part of is off limits to me simply because I am a female.  This is a hard pill for me to swallow even though as I say that I have respect for the men that make up the club and understand why it is this way.  I have been fortunate enough that the Vietnam Vets and Legacy Vets of O Chapter have allowed me to "hang" around and ride with them, but I am never going to be a member or patched.  The closest I will get is being what I am now - just a hang around or if my DH becomes patched.  The DH is just now beginning to find out what I have known for a long time now - how special and unique this new world is and how it's more than just about riding bikes.  It's about being a part of something that matters.  It's about a Brotherhood.  Sitting back and watching is not easy for me, but it's the only way I can be close and I have to respect that.  I suppose I will live the club life vicariously through my DH.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Born to Be Wild" by Steppenwolf.  What else?  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-4699246294479089682?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/4699246294479089682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=4699246294479089682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4699246294479089682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4699246294479089682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/09/taste-is-bitter-sweet.html' title='The taste is bitter sweet'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SqX1KISqNuI/AAAAAAAAAhE/yZ9ZC7RiC8A/s72-c/redcolor3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-6213480964291978481</id><published>2009-09-06T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:28:39.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuthin for a Sunday</title><content type='html'>Up early this morning.  Although I didn't go physically to bed until after 2300 and didn't fall asleep until much later I woke up at 5am.  I wasn't able to sleep anymore.  The hubby was awake, too so after chatting for a bit we went to the grocery for some fresh donuts.  He is having his cup of tea and I am having coffee.  We will probably require a nap later on, but who cares?  Isn't that what weekends were made for?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, the weekend is going by too quickly!  Why does this always happen?  I have so much to do and there is never enough time to do it in!  The DH and I decided we wouldn't have anything "planned" for the weekend but just sort of shoot from the hip.  I think this is more relaxing in a lot of ways and as the weekend approached we actually had things pop onto our calendar, so it's all chill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might go for a Harley run today and then wind up at the Beer Garden.  Not sure if the guys will be there, but the band will and cold beer.  That's really all that matters.  We also talked about going for a horseback ride with the owners of the barn we are at.  They wanted to take us out on the trails around their place.  Yesterday Cheyenne was a real handful and it wasn't a very enjoyable ride for the DH.  Haven't really made up our minds yet about this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so close to finishing yet another bag.  This one is bright pink and grey.  I am not certain what fabric will go inside.  I need to go into my stash and dig a little for this one.  No name pops out at me right now.  After this one is done I will be starting on a Bengals bag.  I got one shipment in of the Bengals fabric.  It's really nice and I should be able to get at least four bags out of the amount I got.  I doubt I will get more than 2 made for the Oct show.  Although I have streamlined the process by knowing the exact number of stitches it takes and every time I do one it seems to be quicker and quicker.  The only thing is though that once it becomes less of a fun thing and more of a chore - the less I will want to make them.  It's all about creativity.  Cranking them out isn't the fun part.  I need to post some pics of the latest bags.  I'll try and do that this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope everyone is enjoying their holiday weekend.  I hope you guys come back with some posts to share!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE DAY:  "Sea Breeze" by Tyrone Wells&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-6213480964291978481?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/6213480964291978481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=6213480964291978481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6213480964291978481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6213480964291978481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/09/nuthin-for-sunday.html' title='Nuthin for a Sunday'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-8344141485874280842</id><published>2009-09-04T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:22:28.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday and a long weekend</title><content type='html'>Wow, finally made it to Friday.  I now have four days off.  Well, technically I am working from home on Tuesday, but still it means I don't have to go in to work.  I hope everyone is already enjoying their Labor Day weekend and is doing exactly what they want to be doing because this is America and freedom is what we are all about.  Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I managed to finish the Martini bag.  Very cute if I must say so myself.  I am already about 30% into the next bag...  Of which I have not yet come up with a name.  But I will!  Have no fear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, not really much to blog about other than I'm happy it's the weekend and I don't have any plans set in stone other than tomorrow night our old neighbor is throwing a steak on the grill and I am making deviled eggs (sorry Mama - I know you dislike them!).  But nothing screams Labor Day (or any holiday for that matter) like deviled eggs.  Yum-yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we need to get you guys back at the blogging....How can we make this happen?  I'm all alone out in blogspot world and although I don't have a problem writing just for my own benefit/therapy/pleasure it would be nice to have some sort of feedback.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "One (is the lonliest number)" by Three Dog Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-8344141485874280842?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/8344141485874280842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=8344141485874280842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8344141485874280842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8344141485874280842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-and-long-weekend.html' title='Friday and a long weekend'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-2647519742066621163</id><published>2009-09-03T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:23:31.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for the weekend</title><content type='html'>How many times did I hear that today?  Wow, too many to count!  The Marines get a &lt;br /&gt;"96" over Labor Day.  That means a full 96 hours off.  Tomorrow the Marines in my work section are competing in a unit softball tourney.  So really tomorrow is just a screw off day, then they go out on libo until Wednesday.  I loved being a Marine over the holidays.  It was awesome to have time off to spend with friends and family.  Now that I'm back working with the Marines we follow their lead - if they are off, so are we.  Not always with pay mind you, but it's still nice to have the time off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here has been almost unbearable.  We are used to a dry heat, but throw in a bit of humidity and we don't know what to do with ourselves.  I thought it was moisture from Jimena - the hurricane in Baja - but I guess it's not..  Oh well, it would be nice to get some showers, but that's highly unlikely.  The only thing this type of weather does produce is dry lightening which is NOT what we need in SoCal because of the threat of wildfires.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about 30 minutes away from completing the Martini bag.  It's quite cute and I'm excited to put a price tag on it and move on to my next creation.  Not quite sure yet what color yarn I will pick up, but I am leaning towards something bright and white.  Talked about flying home in December to visit family and be part of the second craft fair with the hubby.  He's all for it and might join me, but we decided not to purchase tickets until after the October craft sale.  Just to see how things go...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot today.  A lot of work.  A lot of thinking.  I wasn't thinking about work either.  It's funny how your mind can play with you.  One minute you are fine and the next you are close to tears.  I just push it back down - not ready to let go just yet.  Found out the week of Oct 5-9 I will be working as the Rover - which is what I was hired to do.  The reps from Virginia will be out and we will be doing a physical walkthru and inventory of assets in the northern camps.  Lots of walking and lots of new stuff.  Should be fun.  Get paid mileage too which is a nice plus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I want to do an inventory of my current stash for the craft fair.  Scarves, cloths and bags.  I need to continue to get bags done.  I figure it takes me approximately 24 hours to do one.  Sadly I have to sleep or else I could probably get one done in 2.5 days rather than 5.  The way I see it I can knock out another 4 bags before I have to ship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting to hear from you guys...  A couple have posted.  I appreciate that, but where is everyone else??  Miss you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Big Country" by Big Country&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-2647519742066621163?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/2647519742066621163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=2647519742066621163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2647519742066621163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2647519742066621163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/09/ready-for-weekend.html' title='Ready for the weekend'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-5426506469892357985</id><published>2009-09-02T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:43:10.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is in the Air ... Or at least it is at Starbucks!</title><content type='html'>It's arrived!  Pumpkin Spice Lattes are back at Starbucks!  I was quite please when I stopped in for my normal fix.  I thought about not getting one for about half of a nano second.  I can't resist.  It was amazing, too.  Yay for Fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days at work and we are off for the Labor Day weekend.  We have Monday and Tuesday off, which is super cool.  I plan on riding both the horse and the bike - multiple times.  I'm also going to try and inventory my current yarn products for the craft fair in Oct.  The DH and I talked briefly about my flying home for the one in December.  I need to find out the dates and start making some plans.  I hope it's snowing while I'm there, although that might put a damper on sales...  Hmmm, perhaps I need to rethink that.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing my eyes and have drawn a blank, so ending this tonight short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Photograph" by Nickelback&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-5426506469892357985?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/5426506469892357985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=5426506469892357985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5426506469892357985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5426506469892357985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-is-in-air-or-at-least-it-is-at.html' title='Fall is in the Air ... Or at least it is at Starbucks!'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-354306773501948085</id><published>2009-09-01T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:09:13.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glittery Matte</title><content type='html'>Today promised to be one of those days.  You know the ones.  You bounce out of bed ahead of your alarm clock, slip into your workout clothes, grab a bottle of water and a protein bar and hit the road.  You pull into the gym parking lot and get the closest spot possible without being in the handicap space, breeze through the front door and find the best treadmill in the cardio section open and waiting for you.  After an amazing calorie-burning session, you hop off the treadmill and gingerly wipe your forehead with a towel passing by a mirrored wall and thinking to yourself, "Wow!  I look pretty good for someone that just ran her fastest 3 miles yet!"  The water in the shower is hot for a change.  Your shampoo and conditioner seem to make your hair feel like silk.  The body wash you lavish yourself with takes you somewhere between a tropical rain forest and a flower garden.  Your hair is having a "good day" under the blow dryer and round brush.  Make up goes on flawlessly and at your desk your boss not only compliments you on the way you smell but also on the email you sent to him with the answers to all of his questions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....Not so much.  Let's see; my alarm didn't go off (stupid BB).  I tripped over my workout clothes almost breaking my ankle.  The only kind of bar left to grab in the pantry was a graham cracker smores flavor (your least favorite) and you promptly got about a mile down the road before you realize you forgot to even grab a water.  By the time you get to the base gym every single parking spot is taken.  You end up driving around the lot waiting for someone, anyone to leave.  It doesn't happen, so you decide to drive to the smaller gym down the street.  Once inside the place is crowded but you spot an open treadmill.  As you start to get into your pace you begin to notice a certain ... smell.  Garbage?  Sewer leak?  Someone farted?  Glancing next to you, huffing and puffing like he's on death's door is a blob of a man.  He is drenched in sweat.  His grey sleeveless shirt is soaked.  His headband (yes, I said headband) is not doing a very good job of keeping the sweat from pouring down his face.  He's the source of the smell.  Either he is a sewer worker that just got off work and accidently slipped into a pile of garbage and has terrible gas or this man has a serious ... er, problem.  After about ten minutes you realize that's quite enough and decide to call it a "workout".  The shower is ice cold.  You forgot to bring in conditioner and the body wash you have smells less like a tropical garden or more like a cheap air freshner.  Flat.  That's how your hair looks and because you can't see well in the lights over the sinks your makeup makes you look pale.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, the compliment from your boss wasn't there either.  He showed up minutes before a meeting and the only thing he managed to say was, "Thank God you made coffee."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow from that point on the day just seemed to flatten out.  Lunch was ho-hum.  Music on the IPod was just so-so.  Even the Marines were rather quiet and non entertaining.  We can only hope tomorrow is a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Just Another Day" by Depeche Mode&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-354306773501948085?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/354306773501948085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=354306773501948085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/354306773501948085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/354306773501948085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/09/glittery-matte.html' title='Glittery Matte'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-5720308435071078382</id><published>2009-08-31T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:18:50.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Twist on an Old Friendship</title><content type='html'>Today was an maybe one of the most interesting days that I can remember in recent history.  Although I cannot give you the full blown details, suffice it to say I am smiling and very curious about what tomorrow might hold for us.  I am forever the optimistic.  The glass is always half full for me, no matter what the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DH is considering something I think needs to be done.  I am curious to know what he will decide.  He always thinks these things through from start to finish, putting it all into perspective in every possible scenario.  Something I have never been able to do.  I admire this and yet I know with my personality it just wouldn't work for me, so I allow him to do it.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to a larger desk at work today.  There is a new hire coming on aboard the week after Labor Day.  She can have the small desk.  My new desk is much larger, so I don't feel as if I am cramped and limited in my space.  I am also in a corner; which is a nice touch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found and orderded Cincinnati Bengals and UC Bearcats fabric today to sew in as liners to bags for the craft fairs.  The Martini bag is almost crocheted together.  I should be able to cut the fabric tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Night Moves" by Bob Seger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-5720308435071078382?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/5720308435071078382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=5720308435071078382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5720308435071078382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5720308435071078382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-twist-on-old-friendship.html' title='A New Twist on an Old Friendship'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-343870151275522234</id><published>2009-08-30T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:18:01.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, Bloody Sunday</title><content type='html'>Here it is Sunday night and I'm nowhere near ready for the weekend to come to an end.  It flew by, like they all do anymore.  I know part of the problem is my naps.  I get so tired during the day that I just crash for a couple of hours.  It's a habit I wish I could break.  Sort of like requiring 7-8 hours of sleep at night in order to function.  I can't change that no matter how much I wish I could.  So I need to cherish the weekend hours I am actually awake...  Seems like a daunting task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I picked the daughter up from the airport.  She went over for the weekend to see her new nephew.  I knew it could be emotionally draining for her and it was.  She went to see the gparents while she was there and of course, the discussion turned to the family.  It's never an easy thing to have to live with - family disfunction in it's most evil and raw form.  I am not happy to be in this one right now.  If I could somehow opt out I think I would do so, but we all know that's not possible so here I am.  For better or worse as they say.  All I know is that it occupies way too much of my time and energy and I don't know how much of either I have left.  Sadly we did get confirmation that the DH's brother is a liar and has gone back to Phoenix with a bucket full of BS.  Nice to know all of the DH's efforts to help his bro got shoved right back down his throat.  It's sickening in a way at how easily blood can turn on their own.  We know now he can never be trusted and the DH says that bridge has been burned.  The only good thing that came out of it all is that now his mother knows he is capable and does lie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hot again today.  The DH and I went to breakfast and afterwards went back to the old barn and got the rest of our belongings; black mats that weigh a ton, white water buckets and the black feed tubs.  We got them home and although against all regs we hosed the black mats down anyway - and right on the driveway.  They still sit there as I type.  We hope they lose some of the horsey smell because our plans are to lie them inside the garage for safe keeping until we move to our own place.  They are $50 a piece and we have four.  No way are we giving them away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on a bag today that I am going to call "Martini".  It's black with a pink and olive stripe pattern.  For some reason it just reminds me of a Martini...  Not sure yet about the liner.  I have several fabrics to choose from in my stash.  I hope to start that on Tuesday.  Right now I have 3 bags total for the Oct craft fair in Ohio.  There is a solo bag at the salon that I might pull back to ship.  Haven't decided just yet.  My cousin suggested using Bengals, UC Bearcats and Xavier colors because they are big sellers.  I need to explore that option for scarves I do believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night is the final "Thirsty Thursday" at the ballpark.  Brings an end to the summer season.  Can't believe Labor Day is just around the corner.  Not sure yet about how my work week will be effected.  The Marines are off on a 96.  Not really much to do when the Marines aren't around, so we'll see what happens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football season is right around the corner.  I'm happy about this because I really do enjoy watching it now that I know more about it.  Go Colts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly - WHERE THE HECK IS EVERYONE????????????????????????  WHY AREN'T YOU BLOGGING AND/OR COMMENTING??????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Dead Flowers" by Miranda Lambert.  Sad song but man is it well written...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-343870151275522234?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/343870151275522234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=343870151275522234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/343870151275522234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/343870151275522234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-bloody-sunday.html' title='Sunday, Bloody Sunday'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-766115914368675761</id><published>2009-08-29T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:29:18.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life 1; Red 0</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking way too much today.  Actually, it started yesterday.  Driving home from work I began to analyze and then over analyze myself into a mild panic attack.  It's a vice of mine - over analyzing EVERYTHING.  I know I can drive myself into a frenzy and yet I still do it.  Through the years I have worked on trying to have more patience with others.  I think I have managed that pretty well, so perhaps now at this stage in my life I need to stop allowing myself to over think every aspect of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious to know how many of you ask for "life" to give you a sign when trying to make a decision.  I am one of these people.  I will literally talk to God for hours on end asking him to please leave me a sign (you know, a big huge note written on the bathroom mirror that only I can see, or maybe a special text message telling me what I should do).  Never happens.  I think I get a sign and I have simply misread my emotions and instead of being the right way I end up worse off than I was.  I don't know..  I keep thinking I am almost 46 years old and that's closer to the end than it is to the beginning so I'm getting a tad bit worried I don't have the time left to find the right answers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me the other day that as long as I was walking, talking and had people in my life that I love and that love me in return I am doing alright.  They told me that is happiness and that I was asking for way too much.  I'm processing this and it's not sitting too well with my 1) heart and 2) the Libra-needs-balance part of me.  At what point does a person become fulfilled in life?  Isn't that a personal journey?  What is happiness to some isn't necessarily happiness to others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy creating things with my yarn.  I find much satisfaction in the process of putting something together, seeing the end product and then especially when someone has it for their own.  But I don't have nearly enough time to crochet as I would like.  Just when I sit down and start in, it seems I have something I have to do and so I must leave my passion for less thrilling chores.  Afterwards I'm often too tired to pick it up again or perhaps I have lost the moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I rode Dolly around the new barn property.  I lounged her first in the arena thinking she would be quite excited and full of herself, but she surprised me and was not.  She seemed rather calm and curious, so I threw a leg over her and we rode for a bit.  She was amazingly easy going and the only thing that had her acting a bit cautious was a roll of wire fencing lying beneath a row of grapes.  I tried coaxing her to them while still in the saddle but that wasn't working, so I hopped off and led her right to the wire.  She seemed less interested when she was closer to it and decided to sample the grape leaves instead.  The vines are about ready for harvest.  They hang heavy with bunches of deep purple grapes.  I thought about tasting one..but hesitated.  Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two craft fairs to prep for.  One is Oct 3 &amp; 4th.  I do not know how much inventory I have already for that one, but I need to pull out my containers and find out.  The second one is Dec 5 &amp; 6th.  If I work hard and steady I could have a fair amount of bags done for that one.  By "fair" I mean maybe ten.  And that's not a lot really when you think about a two day craft fair, but really what are my options?  Hire out workers?  LOL  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had stopped listening to Daughtry's new CD (and his old CD for that matter) because...  Well, just because.  Now I find myself singing the songs on my own and that's a tad disturbing, or enlightening depending on how you look at it.  Part of me feels like that chapter has passed and the new one has started, but I still feel a tremendous pull towards that time.  So for now I am going to let it pull me, or push me?  Why does it have to be a step backward?  Why can't it be a push forward?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Tennesse Line" by Daughtry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-766115914368675761?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/766115914368675761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=766115914368675761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/766115914368675761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/766115914368675761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-1-red-0.html' title='Life 1; Red 0'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-3892288244430438894</id><published>2009-08-11T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:32:41.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time sure flies</title><content type='html'>I had no idea it had been so long since my last blog post.  I'd say I was sorry but I'm not sure anyone is still reading.  LOL  So where to begin...?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first off I have a new Storm BB and let me just say it was the best purchase of my phone life to date.  I do miss my submarine GZone, but only because it was so dang cool looking.  This BB has everything.  If I could just get it to do the chores I don't like doing I would be in heaven.  I can update Facebook and Twitter, as well as read my emails and text messages.  It's amazing.  &lt;3 my Storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list is the big Daughtry concert on August 22nd.  OK, I can't believe it's in less than two weeks.  I have been shopping for new clothes for the trip.  Found a really cute dress for the concert.  It's at the very nice Pure club, so there is a dress code.  We have two nights confirmed at the hotel and I plan on relaxing and making the most of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Harley is still way up on my list of the best things ever.  Riding it has brought me more friends and cooler relationships than I ever dreamed of.  I rode with the O Chapter of the Vietnam Vets/Legacy Vets club on July 26th.  They allowed me to literally ride in their pack, which is an honor in itself.  They are such a neat group of men, each with a story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going great.  I love it, which I know is not something many people can say.  But I can and I say it often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "No Surprise" by DAUGHTRY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-3892288244430438894?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/3892288244430438894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=3892288244430438894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3892288244430438894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3892288244430438894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-sure-flies.html' title='Time sure flies'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-7947240781428836830</id><published>2009-06-26T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:27:57.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just playing catch up</title><content type='html'>I have spent a good deal of the evening catching up on emails, facebook, twitter and reading blogs.  I miss having all that time to do so.  Don't get me wrong, I love my job.  I love that it keeps me busy and even that the firewall will not allow me to go to those sites.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the Ladies of Harley are bbqing and selling root beer floats to help raise money for our fund raiser.  Should be fun.  If nothing else, it'll be cool to hang with the biker chicks for a while.  The DH is going to drive his Jeep over and finally meet all the gang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is horse day with my mentor.  Should be fun and I haven't ridden in a week - the horse that is!  Here are a few new pics of her!  Doesn't she look amazing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SkWsY1qcn5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/yhmCLhMG4UQ/s1600-h/dolly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SkWsY1qcn5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/yhmCLhMG4UQ/s400/dolly2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351873274921656210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SkWshHrtfqI/AAAAAAAAAgs/PwCZu_L9YIk/s1600-h/dolly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SkWshHrtfqI/AAAAAAAAAgs/PwCZu_L9YIk/s400/dolly1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351873417197747874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kitten Hooters is turning out to be quite the cat.  She is the most athletic kitten I have ever seen and believe me, I have been around a lot of cats in my day.  Here is a cute pic of her.  Jamie was messing around and well, you can see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SkWs7leAObI/AAAAAAAAAg0/a9gEdWO0YV4/s1600-h/hooters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SkWs7leAObI/AAAAAAAAAg0/a9gEdWO0YV4/s400/hooters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351873871869917618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been keeping a close watch on all things Daughtry.  Their new CD is due out July 14th and I can't wait to hear it!!  So the song for the blog is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Surprise" off the new CD!  Hot, hot, hot new song.  All smiles here!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/sy-25185577001/daughtry_no_surprise_official_music_video.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" name="Metacafe_sy-25185577001" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-25185577001/daughtry_no_surprise_official_music_video/"&gt;Daughtry - No Surprise (Official Music Video)&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;More amazing video clips are a click away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-7947240781428836830?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/7947240781428836830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=7947240781428836830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7947240781428836830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7947240781428836830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-playing-catch-up.html' title='Just playing catch up'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SkWsY1qcn5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/yhmCLhMG4UQ/s72-c/dolly2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-6828844977556839943</id><published>2009-06-04T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:42:28.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>180*</title><content type='html'>Today was an odd day for me.  I started out feeling a little uneasy.  I had the drive in to work to give myself enough time to create this huge conspiracy theory and by the time I parked and got to my desk I had pretty much decided I had let life pass me by and I was a loser.  It was difficult today watching the female Marines.  I suddenly longed to be one of them again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiO3_gQXDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/GrGcyTqYgmg/s1600-h/wm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiO3_gQXDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/GrGcyTqYgmg/s400/wm1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343678050465766450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in uniform.  Hair neatly slicked back.  Minimal makeup.  Carrying my water bottle and joking with the male Marines about the morning's run.  I sat at my desk feeling like a has been.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiPJmFoavI/AAAAAAAAAf8/eaKTMRGGOX0/s1600-h/wm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiPJmFoavI/AAAAAAAAAf8/eaKTMRGGOX0/s400/wm4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343678352880855794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt stupid in my Docker pants and silk blouse.  I wanted to put my hair up in the french braid I wore for twenty years.  I wanted to lose my comfy shoes and slide my feet into a pair of combat boots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiPY6ntbhI/AAAAAAAAAgE/8H8CqBTdkuk/s1600-h/wm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiPY6ntbhI/AAAAAAAAAgE/8H8CqBTdkuk/s400/wm3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343678616090537490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The melancholy of it all was almost palpable to me.  I was angry at myself for having retired before going to Iraq.  I was mad because I hadn't been part of "that".  I have no claim to it.  The glory, the hell, the comraderie, the battlefield lonliness.  I missed out on that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiPl4WU_iI/AAAAAAAAAgM/j116Kxiyzl0/s1600-h/wm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiPl4WU_iI/AAAAAAAAAgM/j116Kxiyzl0/s400/wm2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343678838819061282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I went I saw young Marines and old Marines walking in a way I had not been able to walk - like one that had been to War.  I longed for that stature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiPzVB9XJI/AAAAAAAAAgU/BjBQ4CHD8Ew/s1600-h/wm5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiPzVB9XJI/AAAAAAAAAgU/BjBQ4CHD8Ew/s400/wm5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343679069856554130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it didn't seem worth it.  My six years of retirement seemed like a complete waste of time compared to what I could have gained.  Sure, I probably would have lost something or someone.  Maybe even I could have been lost in War, but that didn't take away the longing I felt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiOHUeSlRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ZM02f5iOCAM/s1600-h/wm7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiOHUeSlRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ZM02f5iOCAM/s400/wm7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343677214281078034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiOSva0wQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/W3cpWuknCxI/s1600-h/wm6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiOSva0wQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/W3cpWuknCxI/s400/wm6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343677410492858626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiQOewAWtI/AAAAAAAAAgc/PbMG5JBnw5A/s1600-h/wm8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiQOewAWtI/AAAAAAAAAgc/PbMG5JBnw5A/s400/wm8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343679536322075346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this was the real reason I always told myself I would never return to the base and work.  Maybe I knew deep down how much I would miss it.  I tried to give myself props.  I followed an old Oprah idea where you write down things you are thankful for.  "Family" "Health" "Job" "Horses" "Harley"  None of this seemed to bring me much comfort.  I kept focusing on the bad and the lack of.  I couldn't bring myself to be happy about the life I was living.  This continued on my drive home.  Sitting in minor traffic I was able to ask myself outloud, "How did I get to this point in my life?"  "What turns did I take that brought me HERE?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do a 180* turn around.  I need to remember it was not my fate in life to serve in Iraq.  I need to put it in perspective that my time in Corps was over and I had to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:&lt;/strong&gt;"Goodnight Saigon" by Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYYKs8o6-ic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYYKs8o6-ic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8186248078628330553-6828844977556839943?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/6828844977556839943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=6828844977556839943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6828844977556839943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6828844977556839943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/06/180.html' title='180*'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SiiO3_gQXDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/GrGcyTqYgmg/s72-c/wm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-3461296809959580051</id><published>2009-06-02T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:24:09.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in a days work</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day since I started back to work that I really felt like I was doing something worthwhile.  I was neck deep in spreadsheets (which is my passion) and highlighters.  LOL  It felt good to start pulling some stuff together that I've been learning about since starting on the 18th.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with Marines is just something I can't quite put into words.  It's as if I never left, only now they call me Christy and I don't get to wear that cool uniform.  No, instead I'm in slacks and blouses/tops, open toed sandals with my pink toe polish and toe ring for all to see and my bracelets, earrings and rings I was not permitted to wear in uniform.  The Marines haven't changed - just the faces and names.  There's the clown.  The serious one.  The quiet one.  The one that will do anything for you.  The smartass, the teddy bear, the ladykiller...  They are still there as if they never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the BIL has moved out, the household is getting back to it's normal self.  We haven't heard a word from him, not that we really expected to.  I suppose we expected too much of him.  We thought he had changed, turn a corner for the better and left his old ways behind.  Apparently not.  The DH is hurt and pissed.  I hope in time he can let it go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you all know that the DH gets migraines, right?  Well, he was getting one almost daily when I suggested to him he take a Claritin a day - just to see if it helped.  We are on day 5 and no headache.  Just bought him a new box of 10.  If this works and he has no headache in that time frame I'm probably going to have to shoot someone.  J/K  Sort of.  I mean, I don't think his doctor even asked him about allergies or suggested we give allergy medicine a try before he through him into a series of migraine medicines.  At the same time, I might just be so relieved that it is allergies that I will forget all about my anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  A repeat, but so good it's better the second time around.  "What I'd Give" by Sugarland....Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="BlipEmbedPlayer" height="150" width="100%" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="username=redkranch&amp;limit=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf" quality="high"height="150" width="100%" name="BlipEmbedPlayer" align="middle"play="true"loop="false"quality="high"allowScriptAccess="always"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"wmode="transparent"flashVars="username=redkranch&amp;limit=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-3461296809959580051?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/3461296809959580051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=3461296809959580051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3461296809959580051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3461296809959580051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-all-in-days-work.html' title='It&apos;s all in a days work'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-5051730777194178589</id><published>2009-05-21T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:43:47.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive and kicking</title><content type='html'>Hey there!  I know you thought I'd forgotten all about blogging.  Or perhaps you were hoping I had?  No chance in hell.  It's just now that I am a working girl (wait..that doesn't sound right) I don't seem to have much time to Twitter or blog or anything else!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right - I am back to work.  Pigs will fly next week.  LOL  Actually my job is pretty cool.  In a nutshell the computers for the Navy and Marines were literally taken over by what they call NMCI (Navy Marine Corps Internet).  The company that manages it is called CSC.  I work for CSC as an augment.  The funniest thing is that I literally work in the same exact building I worked in my very last day in the Corps.  I am surrounded by Marines all day.  It's flippin awesome.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone and everything else is doing just fine and dandy.  I hope you all have a fantastic Memorial Day weekend.  Remember those that have fallen and those still missing that fought for this country's freedom!  Ooh Rah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-5051730777194178589?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/5051730777194178589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=5051730777194178589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5051730777194178589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5051730777194178589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-alive-and-kicking.html' title='Still alive and kicking'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-1332201901678703214</id><published>2009-04-14T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:00:56.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Sorts of News</title><content type='html'>Greetings Everyone!  I hope this finds you all doing great on this wonderful Tuesday in April.  I am still in slow-mo mode at the moment.  I did manage to amble downstairs in my very best robe and slippers to put a pot of Joe on, but haven't gotten much further than that.  Ah, it's the little things in life that make me oh so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now Grandparents to a healthy baby boy.  Jonathan Hunter was born Friday morning weighing in at 7lbs 4 oz.  He went home Sunday and from what we have heard doing just fine.  Here is the one and only pic I have.  I think he looks like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SeSiGyIlHHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Syb_cxpVDdc/s1600-h/jhunter0411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SeSiGyIlHHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Syb_cxpVDdc/s400/jhunter0411.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324558896879443058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BIL is now living with us.  He has relocated from Phoenix to California and is currently working with the DH.  He seems to be enjoying himself here and has already met someone he is interested in &gt;&gt; a waitress at Annie's!  Go Figure!  Anyway, we are having a little get together this Friday.  We are calling it his Quinceanera.  LOL  Yeah, we're just crazy like that.  Makes for some interesting evenings having him around.  He has a great sense of humor and it's cool to see him and the DH interact.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been working too much on the crochet projects.  Shame on me, but really have found it hard to sit down lately.  I still have 4 working.  #1 for Noah, #2 for Jake, #3 for me and #4 Chargers blanket.  I really need to get with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get the MLB Network so we can watch baseball.  So far it's been a pretty cool deal.  We have watched the Reds play almost every game this year.  Well worth the money since we are such big baseball fans.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of baseball, I joined a Fantasy Baseball League.  We had our draft Sunday night and I got some pretty choice players!  Should be fun to track it through the season.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter has become an obsession, albeit I'm not sure what else it's good for.  I mean I have had very little traffic go to my site as a result of posting a link to my handmade items on Etsy.  I haven't had a single sale.  I just sort of read and tweet every once in awhile.  Not sure where this will lead, but for now I am enjoying it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is another LOH meeting.  =)  Then Saturday is a New Member Orientation for HOG.  Actually thinking about starting my own club with a friend - Jeanie - who also finds it difficult to be around other women.  Still pondering that thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "HAVE A NICE DAY" by Bon Jovi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-1332201901678703214?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/1332201901678703214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=1332201901678703214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1332201901678703214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1332201901678703214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-sorts-of-news.html' title='All Sorts of News'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SeSiGyIlHHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Syb_cxpVDdc/s72-c/jhunter0411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-2381148392930396493</id><published>2009-04-06T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:02:16.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bro, Horse crazy girl, MLB Network and Fav new song</title><content type='html'>Happy Monday!  Wait, let me put a disclaimer on that greeting.  Later on today I might not feel the same way about Monday as I do right now.  So be warned!  Tomorrow's blog could get ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is too bad I cannot blog while I am driving.  For many reasons, but the one I'm referring to is that it seems when I am driving I am blogging in my head.  I have all of these neat little cliches and nuances that just flow across my brain and I can't wait to get home and start typing!  But when I do get home and do get on the computer I find that all of those things I had so cleverly come up with while driving have left me and I just have jumbled pieces of ... stuff that I try to pull together and make some sense; something that might flow.  Someone might find it worth a read?  No?  OK, well, it was worth a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...  I had a good weekend.  It was different than I expected and went really fast.  The DH is out of town on a 4x4 trip.  So I thought, "Yippee!  I get the remote!  I get to crochet!  I get to eat and drink whatever I want!  I can stay up late!  I can sleep in!  I can burn candles all over the house and play my music loud!"  Ok, so I did do all those things, but man did the time I had to do them fly by.  Now the DH is on his way home and following him in the Rubi is his bro.  Yep, he's coming to live with us.  Oughta be interesting!  We went from an empty nest to the daughter back living with us and now his bro.  Too funny!  So where is he going to sleep you ask?  Well, I am giving up my craft room and my HD TV.  I will move my yarn to the loft and since I am spending a lot more time at the computer in the master bedroom, thinking I will do my crocheting from here as well!  Works out great!  Last night I spent time going through yarn and rolling small skeins into balls to make room on shelves.  It's a huge favorite past time of mine.  It's one of those things I consider addicting and compulsive and tedious and fits my personality to a T.  Hey, I wonder if there is a market for someone that likes to roll yarn into balls...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know I am horse crazy.  I was born that way.  My Mom says I used to crawl around on the floor when I was little and pretend to be a horse.  As I got older my obsession just became stronger.  I would ask for horsie related stuff for birthday and Christmas even though I didn't own a horse.  I would tie up my make believe horse to the fence and brush him with one of the many brushes I got as a gift.  Yeah, I was that crazy.  It's rare you find a girl that claims to LOVE horses is one that truly LOVES horses in every sense of the word.  It's one thing to want to be near them, ride them, etc. and quite another to HAVE to be near them and WANT to be near them and the riding is just icing on the cake.  I always hesitate when someone tells me their daughter LOVES horses because I know most just are in love with the idea of being in love with horses and not one that genuinely has oats running through their veins.  Enter Corey.  Corey's Dad lives down the block from us.  He is twice divorced; the first time from Corey's Mom.  Corey has a younger sister and brother.  She is ten.  She has sunkissed blonde hair and dancing eyes.  "She loves horses!" her Dad told me.  He knows we have two.  So I offered to take Corey with me to the barn to see the horses.  I also took her sister cuz she wanted to go.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  Watching Corey was like watching me 35 years ago.  She bounded out of the truck to be with the girls.  She didn't blink an eye when Dolly nuzzled her pink jacket and got horsie drool on the pocket.  She laid her whole body across the front of Cheyenne's chest covering herself with the soft winter chestnut hair.  She braided manes, she kissed muzzles, she looked into their eyes and talked to them.  She LOVES horses.  Her sister is afraid of them and it was obvious she had just come along for the ride so as not to be left out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I had arranged with Corey and her Dad for me to take her to breakfast at Annie's and then to the barn.  She turns 11 on the 9th and I wanted to give her a special birthday present only a true horse lover would enjoy.  She had never cleaned a stall before.  She helped me clean all 3.  She was a trooper.  She never once complained.  She pushed the wheelbarrow all the way to the pasture 3 times.  She stepped in pee.  She stepped in manure.  She danced through the fresh shavings.  She couldn't wait to ride.  We rode for almost two hours.  I watched her; fascinated at her carefree style.  It dawned on me I had lost that.  Somewhere between paying bills, cleaning the toilets, worrying about family fights, being mad at relatives and trying to find something new and yummy for dinner I had lost that wonderfuly carefree attitude of youth.  She was me all over again.  She was daring on horseback.  She was a girl that was happiest being right where she was.  She didn't need anything more than to be in the moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad to pry her off.  I wanted to give her more.  I remembered how I felt being her age.  I remember intentionally rubbing my clothes on the horses so the smell would still be with me after I had left them.  I remember closing my eyes and running my hands through manes so that when I was falling asleep and dreaming I would have that memory to fall back on.  I remembered so much...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally the first game of the baseball season is played in Cincinnati.  I ordered MLB Network today and can't wait for the Opening Day game.  Cincinnati vs New York Mets at 1:10EST.  Woohoo!  We will get 13 channels of nonstop baseball action.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ACM Awards were on last night.  I know none of your probably watched and that's OK.  I forgive you.  One song that stuck in my head (and heart) was a new one by Sugarland.  I can't find an audio of it but here are the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/lyrics/sugarland/what-id-give/20898092/lyrics.jhtml"&gt;WHAT I'D GIVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  I found the song and put it on &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=18548182"&gt;MySpace.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-2381148392930396493?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/2381148392930396493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=2381148392930396493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2381148392930396493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2381148392930396493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/04/bro-horse-crazy-girl-mlb-network-and.html' title='Bro, Horse crazy girl, MLB Network and Fav new song'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-3531259610153346480</id><published>2009-04-03T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:18:55.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahahahahahahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzg4MjIyNDk1NjImcHQ9MTIzODgyMjI2NzM3NSZwPTU*NzgxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWVkMDVmMjg2MmExYzRlMzViNmQ4MTFjODg*NGE5MGQy.gif" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://b1.magmypic.com/usermags/e/36/e628262e3ee9ef8613ebd53aea2ab_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Create &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;Fake Magazine Covers&lt;/a&gt; with your own picture at &lt;a href="http://www.gigyamailbutton.com/wildfire/gigyamailbutton.ashx?url=aHR*cDovL3dpbGRmaXJlLmdpZ3lhLmNvbS93aWxkZmlyZS93ZnBvcC5hc3B4P21vZHVsZT1lbWFpbCZ1cmw9aHR*cCUzYSUyZiUyZnd3dy5tYWdteXBpYy5jb2*lMmZwb3N*" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.gigya.com/wildfire/i/includeShareButton.gif" border="0" width="60" height="20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-3531259610153346480?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/3531259610153346480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=3531259610153346480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3531259610153346480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3531259610153346480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/04/create-fake-magazine-covers-with-your.html' title='Ahahahahahahahaha'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-3251588389666242218</id><published>2009-04-03T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:35:17.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New addiction and Positive Randomness</title><content type='html'>I gotta admit, Twitter is addicting as heck.  I'm shameless and can sit in front of my flat panel mesmerized by it.  Looking up people, reading updates...  Wild.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been so negative when it comes to listing things that make me mad so this time I thought I'd list things that make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Horses.  Today the girls got new shoes and being close to them always makes me happy.  They give kisses, nudge you for attention and just smell wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Milk.  I have always been a fan of cold milk.  Growing up we drank it with dinner and somehow as I've gotten older I have gotten away from doing that.  I love milk with ice in it.  I know it probably sounds weird, but it's really great.  As long as you don't let it sit so the ice melts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Clean sheets.  I love the smell and feel of freshly washed linen!  My Mom used to hang ours outside on the line.  Can't get that same smell here in tract housing, but one day when I have more room in my backyard I will have a clothesline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Paper Mate Flair pens.  Absolutely the best writing intruments as far as I'm concerned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  IPOD player.  I have it sitting directly above me on my computer desk, which is an old military duty desk with a roll top.  I sit the IPod player on the top shelf and just let it play through the 15++ songs I have on it.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this site:  &lt;a href="http://barbaragordonphotographyblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Barbara Gordon Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Animals" by Nickelback&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-3251588389666242218?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/3251588389666242218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=3251588389666242218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3251588389666242218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3251588389666242218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-addiction-and-postive-randomness.html' title='New addiction and Positive Randomness'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-2068681293841009553</id><published>2009-03-30T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:28:31.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Pat</title><content type='html'>As is usual for a Sunday morning, me and the DH went to Annie's for bfast.  Our daughter is now the hostess and after getting a seat at the bar we were joined shortly by a wonderful lady everyone calls Grandma Pat.  Sitting on the left side of the DH, she commenced to start to talk and didn't let up until we had hugged her goodbye.  What a delight!  She was like a shining star in the night sky.  She is so full of love and life it's impossible not to like her.  She can talk sports, which her and the DH did almost nonstop.  In between the sports talk, she revealed a little more about herself and I just wanted to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told us her husband had passed away, but before he did they were regular at Annie's for well over 40 years.  She had seen 5 owners of the place and thought Annie's was by and far the best yet.  She has lived in LE for most of her life.  She recently found out she has cancer.  Now you would think that would be enough to damper a person's spirit, but she is not that kind of person to stay down for too long.  She said she went to the Doctor to learn the test results and the Dr said to her, "You know you have cancer, right?"  She replied, "I figured.  My Grandmother had it and so did my Mother.  Figured it was my turn."  The Dr told her if she had just come in when she had noticed the first sign it would have been easier on her.  The first sign was an inverted nipple.  (I'm not kidding.)  She told the Dr she doesn't keep a mirror in the house where she can see past her neck because she just doesn't need to.  He asked her if she didn't look at herself in the mirror and she said she avoided it and that if she had she wouldn't have noticed the inverted nipple because hers are pointing DOWN anyways.  I thought I would fall off the bar stool I was laughing so hard.  She grabbed our bill when the waitress dropped it off and said she was paying.  We looked at each other like we couldn't believe it.  Why were we so surprised?  I'll get to that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said one day she was sitting at a table by herself and her arm had been hurting her from the lymph nodes where she has the cancer and she was feeling sorry for herself and all that when a family came in.  Husband, wife and their new baby.  The husband didn't have a left arm.  It looked like it had been cut off right above the elbow.  So as GMa Pat sat there next to them she started to kick herself because she had two good arms and was mad for feeling sorry for herself when here was this man with only one good arm and he couldn't be happier about his life.  So on her way out she paid for the family's breakfast.  She says she does this all the time because it makes her feel good to do it and she likes to do it anonymously.  So she's walking to her car and the guy comes running up and says, "Thank you for buying our breakfast, but I got to ask you why you did.."  She told him how she had been feeling sorry for herself and how seeing him so happy with his new baby and beautiful wife had lifted her spirits and she did it for herself.  The man was so touched he got all teary eyed and they hugged and come to find out he had been born without the arm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what you guys don't know is that my very own DH does exactly the same thing.  If we are sitting at a table or the counter and start chatting with someone or if he sees someone he thinks is special or interesting he will tell the waitress he wants to buy their meal and to keep it quiet.  I thought how cool after all these times of paying for other's meals someone finally was repaying the favor to my DH.  He and Pat were instant friends and I can see her becoming a part of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try and get a pic of Grandma Pat soon.  Hugging her is a delight as she is all soft and "squishy" like old women are.  Our daughter says she loves hugging her for that very reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craft Note:  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I am promoting my blankets today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=15393541"&gt;Surprise Scarp #5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_1&amp;listing_id=15394074"&gt;Warm Brown Ripple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this site:  &lt;a href="http://www.inklore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Inklore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Wayfarer" by Jay Nash.  Yep - Birdman, Mama has done it again.  I have fallen for another singer she turned me on to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-2068681293841009553?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/2068681293841009553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=2068681293841009553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2068681293841009553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2068681293841009553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/03/grandma-pat.html' title='Grandma Pat'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-837546402561423050</id><published>2009-03-29T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:17:01.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyrone Wells!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/Sc_WBV4CeDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mwcVrWhJ8vo/s1600-h/tyrone1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/Sc_WBV4CeDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mwcVrWhJ8vo/s400/tyrone1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318705003488245810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if you guys know, but this weekend was when I was driving up to Mama's to see Tyrone with her on Saturday night in Hermosa Beach.  I got an added treat because her sister had to cancel going with Mama on Friday night to see him, soooo I got to see him twice!  Woohoo!  Friday he was at the Glasshouse.  Saturday he was at the St. Rocke in Hermosa Beach.  Two awesome venues and as usual, he was really great!!!!  It's awesome cuz now I can totally sing to all of his songs!  Guess I have officially gained the title of Tyrone Groupie!  LOL  But that's OK.  I'm totally cool with it!  =)  I know my pic is a bit out of focus (damn camera phone), but have no doubt he was HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I had a ride with the Harley's Angels.  We went out to Borrego Springs and had lunch at the Hog Trough.  Great ride.  The scenery is absolutely incredible.  It was only about 140 miles round trip but felt longer because of the winding roads.  No joke - there was easily 200 bikers on the road.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Need" by Tyrone Wells.  Gotta be my fave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-837546402561423050?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/837546402561423050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=837546402561423050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/837546402561423050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/837546402561423050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/03/tyrone-wells.html' title='Tyrone Wells!'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/Sc_WBV4CeDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mwcVrWhJ8vo/s72-c/tyrone1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-872146858157714367</id><published>2009-03-25T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:26:24.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your motor runnin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;...head out on the highway.  Lookin for adventure.  Or whatever comes my way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sorry...still lost in the moment.  A Harley moment that is.  =)  Yesterday and today I took two very cool rides.  Let me share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday around noon I took off, topped off and headed to Palomar Observatory.  It's been a really long time since I have been up there, but it was so worth the drive.  I headed south on the 15, exited at Mission Rd, headed south on the 395, and then went east on the 79.  Past the Pala Casino.  Past the Pauma Casino.  Straight to the top of Mt. Palomar.  Luckily I was wearing my vintage leather jacket cause it got chilly at 5000 ft!  The views were amazing.  I didn't take any pics - my phone camera sucks in ref to taking pics.  I walked to the observatory, went inside and checked out the displays and the telescope, took a bathroom break and then headed back down the mountain.  I am absolutely going to do that ride again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I started out around 1.  I headed south on Jefferson and went west on Rancho California Rd.  It turns into De Luz, which winds and dips through the back side of Fallbrook.  It is really amazing country back in there.  When it's rainy, it's not so good as there are probably 6 or 7 spots where the water crosses the road.  There were 3 spots with a trickle across the roadway.  It's probably a good 35 mile ride and it brings you out in downtown Fallbrook right on Mission Rd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the advice of a fellow biker and popped in my earphones and IPod for both rides.  What a difference music makes on a bike!  Wow!  I mean you guys know how much I LOVE my music.  Well, listening to my favorite playlist while cruising on my bike was pretty close to heaven.  I am absolutely LOVING this Harley.  I can't tell you how great it feels to ride.  It's very empowering.  You feel very strong and confident when you ride - at least I do.  I am learning to negotiate just about anything I might come across and my bike is perfect for me.  I just love it.  Still need to find some cool saddlebags...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert's blanket is almost 100%.  In fact, tonight it will be finished.  =)  I promise a pic tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maroon and pink one is on hold for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chargers' blanket is next after Robert's is finished.  I'm dreading picking it back up because, well, it's the Chargers and I don't like them.  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-872146858157714367?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/872146858157714367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=872146858157714367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/872146858157714367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/872146858157714367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-your-motor-runnin.html' title='Get your motor runnin...'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-331988233139206233</id><published>2009-03-22T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:08:51.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun for a Sunday</title><content type='html'>You've gotta check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2FX9rviEhw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2FX9rviEhw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/8186248078628330553-331988233139206233?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/331988233139206233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=331988233139206233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/331988233139206233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/331988233139206233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-for-sunday.html' title='Fun for a Sunday'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-262362084428690209</id><published>2009-03-20T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:23:33.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Rantings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I realize yesterday I was sort of on a roll, but I'm sorry - I simply must continue it on to today. I guess there are just too many things bugging me right now or I need to get a life. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I'm sick of Oprah. I never thought I'd say that, but I truly am. I saw her magazine cover where for the first time she is sharing the cover photo with another person. Big whoop-de-do. I give a crap. Not only that, but she looks awful right now. So there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Everyone knows that if you want things to change, you have to do things differently in order to produce a different outcome. Why oh why are people so afraid to do this??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Nancy Pelosi needs to be stopped. Did anyone catch that video of her hand-in-hand with the Mexicans talking about how holding up the laws of this nation against illegal immigration needs to stop??? Uhm, what? Two of our good friends are immigrants. They do everything by the book. They have from day one when they decided to come to this country. And on that note...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What's up with Mexicans saying that California is really theirs? And we should check our history books? Uhm, OK - been there and done that. If memory serves me correctly, there was a WAR in which the Mexicans LOST. Are we supposed to forget that little tidbit? Are they so stupid and desperate to assume that they have a right to be in this country in spite of how the WAR turned out? For some reason I don't think they would feel the same had the tables been turned and they had actually won. Maybe I'm wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK - I feel somewhat better now. Moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night's meeting of the Temecula LOH went well. It was hosted by a very nice woman I had never met before. She prepared a wonderful tossed salad, chicken with pasta (cold) and rolls. For dessert we had a luscious key lime cheesecake and a strawberry/blueberry cheese pie. Very yummy in deed. For the most part it was just a social gathering. We did have a meeting in which we discussed the Poker Run, the next several meetings and where they were, our charity and what sort of things we could do to help them. The only thing I found rather interesting is that we are going to host a Topless BBQ. More to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is anyone reading a fan of Ann Colter? I am. Just curious...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, here is today's new site to check out: &lt;a href="http://danaewinters.livejournal.com/"&gt;Take It Or Leave It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Breakdown" by Daughtry&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315306215076015202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/ScPC10YILGI/AAAAAAAAAes/O6Q3Rod3-iU/s400/pic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-262362084428690209?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/262362084428690209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=262362084428690209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/262362084428690209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/262362084428690209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-rantings.html' title='Friday Rantings'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/ScPC10YILGI/AAAAAAAAAes/O6Q3Rod3-iU/s72-c/pic' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-8377119137578707081</id><published>2009-03-19T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:44:45.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure what to expect...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/ScLXOXijn1I/AAAAAAAAAek/BfgVlADEgts/s1600-h/loh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315047152087703378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/ScLXOXijn1I/AAAAAAAAAek/BfgVlADEgts/s400/loh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight is my first official LOH (Ladies of Harley) meeting. I'm not sure what to expect, but I'm going prepared and open minded. I mean, do we take down a load of guns first or do we have dinner first? Do I have to drink shots of Tequila out of another biker's glass she is holding between her boobs? Will I be shuffled off to a back room where the "boss" gives me the once over and then tells me I have to do the "deed" in order to prove myself worthy of belonging? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually, we all get together for dinner and then we play a game - like Bunco or Left, Right, Center. I just thought it would be funny to write that stuff since everyone has this impression about biker's. ;-) None of it's true, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315047015347054450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/ScLXGaJC53I/AAAAAAAAAec/Iv73-aRh4MU/s400/halo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Today was a weird day. After a good night's sleep (finally) I woke up and was online for a bit not doing much at all. Then the DH says he is taking me to breakfast at our cafe. So we have a nice breakfast. We both had their special Egg, Cheese, Bacon Croissant sandwich and shared a plate of homefries. It was awesome. On the way home we stopped at the feed store for hay and then went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turning on the news (FOX - fair and balanced) we learned the latest regarding the AIG bonuses issued to some execs and how Congress was going to vote on taxing their bonuses 90%. We also learned that other companies that received bailout money owe back taxes. Now I don't know about you guys, but I am starting to get pretty irritated over the government just running amuck. It's not just Democrats. It's not just Republicans. They all think they can just manipulate the American people and I've really had it. But the more you sit and listen the more you realize how powerless we seem to be against them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the way I see it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. AIG Execs rate their bonuses. Congress had the audacity to pass the bailout without reading or putting in clauses for such things. Why should the Execs have to pay 90% tax on something that was written into their contracts and otherwise 'OVERLOOKED' by Congress? Congress gives them the money and is now pissed at how they are spending it? Maybe Congress should have done their homework. This POS is the worst of the worst. He knew about the problems years ago and simply brushed it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315043475455530994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/ScLT4XBI1_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/GfViRfDbhQs/s400/frank.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;2. Why did the government put into circulation $1 TRILLION dollars???? Why? This just lowered the value of the dollar that much more. Bad, bad mistake. It has never worked in the past and it's doubtful it will work this time. If I had cash I would invest in gold. It went up $70 dollars today. What does that tell you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Is it just me or is President Obama seemingly uneffected by all the crap going on?? He goes on Leno. He hops about the country talking about crap that really is ridiculous considering the economic crisis we are in. No, it's not Bush's fault and it's not something he inherited. This is all him now and his cabinet and he seems oblivious and nonchalant. Is he the distraction? And what about his bright idea to revamp the Veteran's medical benefits to cut costs??? Has this man got a clue?? Surely to God he can't be serious?? Ah, but wait - he does make friends with some doozies... Bill Ayers and Reverend Wright. What does that tell ya??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm thinking the Secretary of the Treasury needs to resign. Plain and simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315042889133783794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/ScLTWOzI-vI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZAY8dML11Eg/s400/sectreasury.jpg" border="0" /&gt;5. I can't believe (well, actually yes I can) that Congress is ACTING sooooo upset over a measely $165 million that went to AIG in the first place. It's like they all want face time for their constituents to see them angry and they act like this is what the American people want. Wrong. Americans want a fair and honest government. They want the government to STOP spending to much friggin money on crap. I truly believe they knew this fall out was going to happen. All they did was say, "Oh, we'll just let the people yell and scream for a bit. We'll go on TV and show them how upset we are and soon something else will come along to distract them and all of this will be forgotten. We'll all get to keep our cushy jobs and cushy paychecks and bonuses and pensions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF NO ONE GETS IN TROUBLE FOR THIS OVER THE NEXT SEVERAL WEEKS I THINK IT'S SAFE TO SAY WE ARE F*CKED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, off my soap box for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out this site: &lt;a href="http://dolcechic.wordpress.com/"&gt;Dolce Chic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Last Dance With MaryJane" by Tom Petty. Hot, hot, hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-8377119137578707081?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/8377119137578707081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=8377119137578707081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8377119137578707081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8377119137578707081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-sure-what-to-expect.html' title='Not sure what to expect...'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/ScLXOXijn1I/AAAAAAAAAek/BfgVlADEgts/s72-c/loh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-3435855749099812429</id><published>2009-03-18T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:44:41.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated project pics</title><content type='html'>It is a slow morning. Not only does time seem to going by slowly but I am moving slowly. I had a rough night's sleep. I was hot, then cold. With the pc now in the master bedroom, the constant hum and the added glow of the light probably wasn't much help either. So today we are just chillin and I took some pics of the blankets and thought I'd post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Maroon and Pink... Getting there. It works up easy but I get distracted when working on it for some reason. This one still has no owner, so there really isn't a rush to get it finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314578629718233298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/ScEtGxs80NI/AAAAAAAAAds/7FcqJt5iLpM/s400/me+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Robert's Blanket... I haven't really worked on this as much as I should have. This is the next one I want completed so as of now it has priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314579205660109698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/ScEtoTQMa4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/YZ9Cco9VsRw/s400/me+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Charger's blanket for Wendy's son... I started this awhile ago and need to finish it. After Robert's blanket, this one has the priority. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314579796843970834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/ScEuKtlaQRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/8d8AGUFGmso/s400/me+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here is the "best" part. This is a list of the blankets I have yet to finish:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Mama's birthday blanket&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. LAPD SWAT blanket for Leesa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Noah's birthday blanket&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Jacob's birthday blanket&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Wendy's oldest son's purple and white blanket&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Surprise Scrap #6 blanket&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, that's a lot of work for 2009. I need to get to work. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out this blog:  &lt;a href="http://oceanbaydesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ocean Bay Designs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Sweet Emotion" by Aerosmith&lt;/strong&gt;. Why do I feel naughty whenever I hear this song? hehehehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/8186248078628330553-3435855749099812429?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/3435855749099812429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=3435855749099812429' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3435855749099812429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3435855749099812429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/03/updated-project-pics.html' title='Updated project pics'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/ScEtGxs80NI/AAAAAAAAAds/7FcqJt5iLpM/s72-c/me+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-1911310052445425480</id><published>2009-03-17T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:45:40.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal with it</title><content type='html'>OK, I know my post is one long paragraph.  I have tried EVERYTHING and for some reason it won't 'fix' itself.  So you just have to deal with it!  Try reading it all without taking a breath - like I'm saying it all in one breath.  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-1911310052445425480?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/1911310052445425480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=1911310052445425480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1911310052445425480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1911310052445425480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/03/deal-with-it.html' title='Deal with it'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-4469462727056142004</id><published>2009-03-17T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:44:28.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/ScBpaHP9MaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/mcavnRr6bcc/s1600-h/new_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314363457640673698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/ScBpaHP9MaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/mcavnRr6bcc/s400/new_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't get much more Irish than U2. Yummy. If you've not given their new CD a listen, I recommend it. To me it sounds like the good old U2 - not Joshua Tree good, but close. I downloaded it to my IPod and have listened to it about 3x. I'm still not 100% on all the songs and I really would like to read the lyrics to find out what the heck Bono is talking about in some of the songs, but it's not too shabby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was an interesting day... It started off with a wonderful morning ride on the Harley for breakfast at Annie's. As I'm getting on the bike and heading out to go ride my horse, who rides up on his Dyna but Vic. Vic hadn't seen my bike yet, so he checked it out and gave me his seal of approval. Whew! Past the Bob test. Past the Walt test. Past the Brian test. Past the Vic test. Thank you my Brothers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I get to the barn, ride my pony for a bit and then turn the horses out to graze for the day. I mucked all three pens really well, put down fresh shavings, emptied water buckets, put out dinner and breakfast. Felt good to work and take care of the horses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hop on my bike and ride to the HD dealer for a quart of oil. Get that and head on home. At home the DH and I move my desk and computer out of the downstairs bedroom and up to our master bedroom. It will not fit in my craft room. No way. I have an old solid wood military desk that measures 3 ft by 5 ft. It also has a solid roll top piece that is 24 inches wide and about 3.5 ft long. So now my computer is in the master bedroom. It actually works out great! But that desk was a MF gettin up those damn stairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards we helped the guy down the street move our Cherokee to his garage. Yep, the Cherokee is dead and we sold it to a guy down the street who is going to try and get it running. That is bitter sweet - I loved that Cherokee. It was new in 1999 and went to both the oldest and youngest sons. We all had a good run with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I hopped back on my bike to go bring the horses in. I get that all taken care and head on back home. About 1/3 of the way home my bike starts sputtering. At a stop sign it dies. I start it back up and head down the road only to have it die on me again. Now I know what you're thinking - she's out of gas. I was not. I knew I was not. I sit for a few minutes and let the gas tank air out in case I had a vapor lock. A guy pulls over riding a Honda. He's an older man wearing a Black Sheep MC vest. (The Black Sheep are a Christian biker club). He takes a look at my bike and we talk for a few. He asks me to start back up and it seems to be running. He agrees to follow me all the way home. We get no more than 100 yards down the road and it dies again. He gets on the phone and calls his brother who lives just down the road. I call my DH and tell him what is going on. I tell him he doesn't need to come get me just yet because the brother is a good bike mechanic and also has a trailer in case we have to haul it. So the brother arrives and asks me to try and start it. It sputters and dies. He walks from the right side over to the left side and bends down to where my choke is. He looks up and asks me if there is a reason I am running on my reserve tank? I'm like, "Reserve tank? I didn't even know I had one." Apparently there is a switch (no one ever told me about) that lets me run off the main fuel tank or the reserve. Mine was set to run off the reserve. And it was empty! So he switched it back to the regular tank and my baby started up like a dream! He smiled and said that someone probably played a newbie joke on me! I was just THRILLED it wasn't something more serious! I called the hubby (who was also very relieved), thanked the brothers over and over for their hospitality and drove straight to the gas station and made sure both tanks were FULL. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Magnificent" by U2. Off their new CD. I like it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-4469462727056142004?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/4469462727056142004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=4469462727056142004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4469462727056142004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4469462727056142004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/ScBpaHP9MaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/mcavnRr6bcc/s72-c/new_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-2679616090820292006</id><published>2009-03-16T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:35:06.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the margarita</title><content type='html'>Today was a different sort of day.  The DH and I went to Chili's for an early lunch and decided to drink.  =)  He had beer and I had two of the most delicious margaritas I have ever had.  I think they were called Sunrise, but I am not sure...  hehehe  All I can say is they were yummy and I felt great!  I promptly came home and took a wonderful 3 hour nap.  Ahhh, I'm not as young as I once was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blanket projects are coming along nicely..  So much so that I have even added a 4th to the mix.  So now I have Robert's blanket, the maroon, pink and grey blanket, the Charger's blanket and the new one is a surprise scrap with a twist.  I'll try and get some pics tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some very busy weekends ahead of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 21st -  Pre-Poker Run ride &amp;amp; craft show in Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;March 22nd - Poker Run with HOG!&lt;br /&gt;March 28th - Tyrone with Mama! &lt;br /&gt;April 2-6 -  DH is out of town on a 4x4 trip so I plan on doing riding on both the pony and the Harley! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter will be moving back in sometime very soon.  Getting the downstairs arranged for her arrival!  It will be great to have her back!  Like it when she is around... =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Piano Concerto No. 1 (Tchaikovsky)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piano_Concerto_No._1_(Tchaikovsky)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Piano Concerto No. 1 in B-flat minor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" by Tchaikovsky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-2679616090820292006?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/2679616090820292006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=2679616090820292006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2679616090820292006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2679616090820292006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-all-about-margarita.html' title='It&apos;s all about the margarita'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-7754380647261864904</id><published>2009-03-08T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:03:59.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Chapter Ride</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day.  I attended my very first Temecula Chapter meeting for HOG and went on my first Chapter ride.  We were 35 strong, broken into 3 groups.  It was a blast.  We went from the 79 onto the 15 north to Baxter where we picked up Grande and then headed up the Ortega.  We had lunch at El Adobe in San Juan Capistrano and then on the way home we no longer ride together, but I rode back with 4 others.  We came down the 5 and then across the 76 and then north on the 15.  All in all I think my day was about 125 miles.  I got my first mileage pin from the chapter.  It was a lot of fun.  I met some really cool people and I am looking forward to the next ride! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much work on the projects this weekend..  Working with the DH tomorrow on a job and then the rest of the week looks open for horses, bikes and crochet - not necessarily in that order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crafter's site to check out:  &lt;a href="http://www.livingmycharmedlife.com/"&gt;My Charmed Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing back a repeat for the &lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Busy Being Fabulous" by The Eagles.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-7754380647261864904?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/7754380647261864904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=7754380647261864904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7754380647261864904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7754380647261864904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-chapter-ride.html' title='First Chapter Ride'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-7170525537344219965</id><published>2009-03-04T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:44:20.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who said I'm not working?</title><content type='html'>Wow, today I was busy. For someone NOT working I am sure doing an awful lot of it! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd post a couple of pics of two of my three latest projects... Remember; these are a WIP - so they look pretty raw at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ROBERT'S BLANKET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309540146574380386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/Sa9GodU9zWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/XSsuaRQOoZQ/s400/robert_blanket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My goal here is to repeat this pattern using different shades of blue, browns and possibly green. It's about 8 inches in height at this stage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MAROON, PINK AND GRAY ZIGZAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309540599977971218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/Sa9HC2YzjhI/AAAAAAAAAc8/oZCmEElG0AI/s400/pink_zag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one is actually much further along than this pic reveals. It's about two feet in height now and I would venture to say about 1/3 complete. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I got all domesticated and made blueberry muffins. Really, is there any better batter than that of blueberry muffins? Yummy. They turned out well and the DH was very pleased I made them. They are his favorite and now he can enjoy one with his cup of tea in the morning before going to work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I received my membership number for the National HOG and I also contacted the local chapter lead for LOH. I'm hoping to find a spot actively in the groups - perhaps working my way to a position. You know, like "Refreshment Bitch" or "Entertainment Ol Lady". Something important like that. Once they find out about my leads with the gun running I think I'll easily move up the chain. ;-) I got my bike registration in the mail today. My title should follow and then I can say that bike is really all mine! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out this site:  &lt;a href="http://www.heartcollective.blogspot.com/"&gt;HeArt Collective&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Feel That Fire" by Dierks Bentley&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/videos/dierks-bentley/324057/feel-that-fire.jhtml"&gt;http://www.cmt.com/videos/dierks-bentley/324057/feel-that-fire.jhtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-7170525537344219965?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/7170525537344219965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=7170525537344219965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7170525537344219965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7170525537344219965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-said-im-not-working.html' title='Who said I&apos;m not working?'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/Sa9GodU9zWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/XSsuaRQOoZQ/s72-c/robert_blanket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-4365016863323822168</id><published>2009-03-03T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:19:39.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the dream alive</title><content type='html'>Today I spent a good deal of time on my 1200 just getting used to downshifting and slowing my speed when approaching a light or stop sign.  It's a much better way than constantly using the brakes, but it is a thought process (at least for me it is!) and doesn't come natural - yet!  I had another great day of riding.  My goal is to steadily increase my ride time so that when I do ride with a club it won't be too much of a shock to my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot lately about life and why we are really here and what it is that we are supposed to do while we are here.  Yeah, I know - that's pretty darn deep.  I just wish I knew what was the right answer and what will make me not regret anything once my life is over.  It's difficult when you are faced with temptations and choices.  You wanna be a stand up person and always do the right thing, but the right thing for who exactly?  Are we only to think of others in our choices?  Are we allowed to have selfish thoughts?  Does that make you a bad person if you do?  Who do you balance your meter against?  Someone who is doing what's right all the time or someone who crosses the lines and blurs the boundaries?  &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I don't think wanting more makes me a bad person and I'm only as good as I gotta be.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What say you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the DH and I stopped in to Annie's for breakfast and Bob was there.  This was the first time he has seen my bike, so I was rather nervous about his reaction.  He offered to go with me when I went to look for one, but it just worked out that I never made that call.  I think he was genuinely pleased with my choice and complimented me several times.  He is a former Marine and just recently was accepted into the Vietnam Vets/Legacy Vets MC.  I think I mentioned this to you in a previous post.  Anyway, they don't accept females and I can respect that, although if there was one club I would love to join it would be the Legacy Vets.  I did join the HOG today though, so that's really exciting.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a craft note, I got a convo from a woman in Brea who happened across my USMC blanket on Etsy.  Her and her hubby are former Marines and she would like for me to make a blanket for him - LAPD SWAT.  I'm pretty excited about that!  She needs it by May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought the stroller for the grandson today.  It's being shipped to her mother's house, where the baby shower will be held.  I called her today and she seemed nice enough and genuinely excited about the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another blog to check out....  &lt;a href="http://www.soradesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sora's Designs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "That Don't Make Me A Bad Guy" by Toby Keith - which is where I got my philosophy line in paragragh two.  So blame Toby for my bad behavior!  =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-4365016863323822168?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/4365016863323822168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=4365016863323822168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4365016863323822168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4365016863323822168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/03/keeping-dream-alive.html' title='Keeping the dream alive'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-6296708842182619779</id><published>2009-03-02T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:32:33.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh and visit this site!</title><content type='html'>I keep forgetting to add sites!  Check this one out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artfulchatterbyrenaissance.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.artfulchatterbyrenaissance.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-6296708842182619779?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/6296708842182619779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=6296708842182619779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6296708842182619779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6296708842182619779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-and-visit-this-site.html' title='Oh and visit this site!'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-4279078962721829693</id><published>2009-03-02T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:07:20.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've had just about enough</title><content type='html'>I am so sick of hearing about the economy.  I am so sick of hearing about Octo-Mom.  I am so sick of hearing about Bernie Madolf.  Can't there be anything else to talk about?  Me, for instance!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another great ride this afternoon.  They just keep getting better.  I actually had to test my braking skills twice today.  Some moron in front of me for some unknown reason decided they would stop.  Apparently they were lost.  Anyway, I remembered all of my training and applied both the foot and hand brake and didn't lock either up or lose any of my tires.  LOL  This was the PERFECT bike choice for me.  I am starting to feel so comfortable with it.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started back to the gym today.  I am starting slow.  I walked for 2 miles and did two sets of biceps and shoulders.  It was a good start and ya gotta start somewhere, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently working on 3 blankets.  One is just one of my surprise scraps.  Always fun and I love it when I finish one.  Another is one I started just because I like the colors...  Maroon, Gray, Muave and Pink.  No idea who might like it, but it's a nice size and a very soft, comfy throw.  The third is my special project.  The cafe we frequent has a regular there named Robert.  He rides his bike in, pulling a large cage to keep all of his "stuff" in.  Robert comes in and sits at the bar, orders the same thing, brings in his backpack, pulls out two or three paperback books and stacks them up and then sits with his phone open as if he is waiting for a text or a call.  Nice enough guy.  Story has it he was the victim of an accident and got a major settlement.  Of course, it left him, well, like this and every now and then he has a seizure.  So I'm making a blanket for Robert.  =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am joining the Harley Owners Group (HOG).  Specifically LOH (Ladies of Harley).  Inside that is yet another women's club called Harley's Angels.  They do charity work for breast cancer.  They ride out of Temecula and meet monthly.  They also have bunko nights, poker runs, etc.  My first ride is later this month to Borrego Springs.  Supposed to be a beautiful ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone doing??????  You all seem to be quiet lately.  Miss you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  &lt;em&gt;"Sweet Child of Mine" by G&amp;amp;R.  I went through a phase when I loved Axel Rose.  I think this is such a cool song and I can't help but crank it up when I hear it.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-4279078962721829693?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/4279078962721829693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=4279078962721829693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4279078962721829693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4279078962721829693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-had-just-about-enough.html' title='I&apos;ve had just about enough'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-2161435087058407858</id><published>2009-02-28T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:26:39.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone like a freight train</title><content type='html'>February, that is... Wow, did it fly by or what? Not only that but today I actually brought my fan out in my craft room because I was so hot. Please don't let winter be over. We need MORE rain. We are seriously going to be rationed if we don't get some more rain. Anyone know any good rain dances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas with the DH was AWESOME! The first day I actually got buzzed on vodka &amp;amp; cranberry juice. =) The DH got a streak of good luck and we came home with some cash in our pockets. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took an awesome ride on the bike today. Went to one of the local dealers looking for a mask - something like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308070355359378898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SaoN3WX6LdI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PDI6IoQB_cU/s400/skull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these are pretty cool. Whenever I see a fellow brother riding along with one of these on it makes me smile. However, I'm having a helluva time finding something different - something a little more feminine and not so common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "&lt;em&gt;Crazy Train" by Ozzie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-2161435087058407858?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/2161435087058407858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=2161435087058407858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2161435087058407858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2161435087058407858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/02/gone-like-freight-train.html' title='Gone like a freight train'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SaoN3WX6LdI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PDI6IoQB_cU/s72-c/skull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-7139022296336000532</id><published>2009-02-20T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:16:36.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it get any friggin better??????????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I drive up to Skip Fordyce HD and find MY bike. MY Harley. Yeah, you read that right. I am now the owner of a sweet bike!!! I gotta tell ya, I went up on my own and haggled the price and the accessories and I feel like I got a nice bike for my money. I am stoked!!! Thanks to my wonderful DH - who has been soooooo supportive during my emotional roller coaster ride of actually buying a bike!!! I pick it up tomorrow morning at 10 and then I get the adventure of riding it home on the 91 and 15 freeways! Luckily the DH will be following me. These pics aren't really good, but it's the best I have until tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305097986704684258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SZ9-guQsNOI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9HtRudJ5C7M/s400/myharley1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305098068996886450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SZ9-lg0rj7I/AAAAAAAAAcc/x50OKkNZN6A/s400/myharley2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305098138980770338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SZ9-pliI4iI/AAAAAAAAAck/o_zD9t96RjY/s400/myharley3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I picked up a small side job (if you can call it that).  The cafe we frequent is getting a makeover of sorts and I've been asked to sew the curtains.  Kind of cool...  I'm looking forward to that challenge.  I'm going to use a sewing machine!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The DH has been having a string of migraines lately and of course, we have no idea what is triggering them.  All I know is they hurt and make him miserable.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to apply for a grant as a not-for-profit horse and burro rescue.  With the state of the economy many horse and burro owners have been forced to give up their animals and shelters are being over run.  I figure if I could get the grant to fund approximately 2-3 animals that would work out well for me and the animals.  Wish me luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Somethin In Your Mouth" by Nickelback.  I don't think this song has to be explained.  It's just one of those nasty songs you love to hear when you are feeling, well, nasty!  Us bikers feel nasty a lot!  =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/8186248078628330553-7139022296336000532?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/7139022296336000532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=7139022296336000532' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7139022296336000532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7139022296336000532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/02/does-it-get-any-friggin-better.html' title='Does it get any friggin better??????????????????'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SZ9-guQsNOI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9HtRudJ5C7M/s72-c/myharley1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-9023307049477226722</id><published>2009-02-16T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:15:33.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Bikers Get the Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I think I have bits and pieces of life figured out, something comes along that reminds me how little and irrelevant I really am. LOL You know that saying, "You wanna see God laugh, tell him YOUR plans." Yeah, that's so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday however, was a good day. I rented a Harley and spent 5 hours cruising around on 2009 Softail Deluxe. Check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SZopX755baI/AAAAAAAAAb0/d5q0_f2UMq8/s1600-h/000_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303597002376441250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SZopX755baI/AAAAAAAAAb0/d5q0_f2UMq8/s400/000_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303598325384115474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SZoqk8fgdRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/75h5SVEEc7k/s400/000_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303598324858930434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SZoqk6iSxQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/DAeBY07NJPM/s400/000_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303598320201842194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SZoqkpL9PhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ngoIV1I9kAY/s400/000_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's right - I was born to be wild!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/8186248078628330553-9023307049477226722?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/9023307049477226722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=9023307049477226722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/9023307049477226722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/9023307049477226722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/02/even-bikers-get-blues.html' title='Even Bikers Get the Blues'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SZopX755baI/AAAAAAAAAb0/d5q0_f2UMq8/s72-c/000_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-7761614595802621451</id><published>2009-02-09T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:53:05.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's still coming down</title><content type='html'>I woke up early this morning to the sound of the rain pouring down. I laid in bed for awhile and when I realized I wouldn't be falling back to sleep decided to get up. I made a pot of coffee (all ten cups) and put on a crock pot of chili for later. Yum! Thought I'd get a blog post off early this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rain seems to be the big topic! We need it so badly and I love it so I am not complaining, however I know some of you don't like driving in it and then there are those drastic cases out there of mudslides and such. So I am praying for moderation. Hey, it cut into my bike rental time so I'm hurt too by this rain. And if that's not bad enough guess what next Sunday looks like?? Yep, rain. Ah... Something or someone doesn't want me renting a bike on a Sunday. Foiled again! But not for long and not forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished another set of dishcloths/washcloths last night. Love this particular set as it's in earthy tones (brown, beige, cream, white...). Haven't had a sale in awhile. Was hoping to spur some interest or enthusiasm with some new cloths, but so far no luck. I am still working on the 3 blankets. It's a slow steady process for me. I like the methodical work. Keeps me grounded. With luck I will finish up the girls yellow purse today and get it posted on Etsy. Maybe I'll have better luck in that direction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the next craft blog:  &lt;a href="http://thesistersstudio.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Sister's Studio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it appears as if life is coming full circle! Sooner than I expected, but I'm not going to complain! You might recall how the DH's ex suddenly became best friends with his parents. Well, recently they sent her an email saying how they are so happy she turned her life around and is on the right track. She didn't like this - asking our daughter what was so wrong with me and the way I lived my life before?? LOLOLOLOLOL Maybe now she is getting it?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Addicted" by Saving Abel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Awesome song. Love it!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-7761614595802621451?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/7761614595802621451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=7761614595802621451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7761614595802621451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7761614595802621451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-its-still-coming-down.html' title='And it&apos;s still coming down'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-3754115767966214015</id><published>2009-02-08T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:39:15.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh sure!  So this is how he will pay for everything!</title><content type='html'>Time to get on the soapbox. Sorry... This is just too important not to sqwak about. Seems Obama is going to help fund his new grand ideas by taking away from the military retired benefits. He wants to cut our medical care thereby 'saving' 22% which will go towards his budget plans. In addition, he wants to cut the military budget for next year down by 11%. I'm outraged. This will effect EVERYONE - not just military personnel - and for what? So the new President can put big government into the works? Typical Democratic strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a ton of rain. Thank God. Although when we do get it, we get way too much of it. Why can't it be spread out over three months rather than 3 days? Well, I suppose if it did we wouldn't be in SoCal, right? Regardless I have thoroughly enjoyed the weather. Nothing nicer than sitting in my craft room with the window open listening to the falling rain. So relaxing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to hear something completely random? Yesterday I get a text message from an unknown number. It just said "HI" so I thought maybe it was someone's number I know but just didn't recognize. I said "HI" back and immediately got another response apologizing for sending that text by accident. As it turns out this young man is new to the area and got numbers mixed up. Long story short, he is a 22 year old Med student from Spain. We started chatting about stuff and when he found out we have a 22 year old daughter, the conversation turned. He and our daughter exchanged some texts and ended up striking up a text message friendship. He works with special needs kids, too - just like she does. How's that for random?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DH and I are heading to the swap meet today in LE. Looking forward to it and hoping to find some neat stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a craft note&lt;/strong&gt; - I finished another set of cloths and posted them yesterday on Etsy. I am finally tapping into my stash of wonderful cotton yarns and playing with colors. I feel like being a bit brave and maybe combining colors that aren't so safe, if you catch my drift. I am still working on 3 blankets and 1 purse. They are all coming along nicely, albeit slowly. Here is the next Etsy shop to check out from the California Team... &lt;a href="http://delisledesigns.com/blog/"&gt;Lori Delisle&lt;/a&gt;. Check out her blog and shop! And don't forget to keep checking out the other shops under "Cool Peeps". Thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Feels Like the First Time" by Daughtry. &lt;/strong&gt;Yep, he did a cover of this and man, did he do an amazing job. Of course, I am a bit biased. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-3754115767966214015?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/3754115767966214015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=3754115767966214015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3754115767966214015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3754115767966214015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-sure-so-this-is-how-he-will-pay-for.html' title='Oh sure!  So this is how he will pay for everything!'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-1683884072699381099</id><published>2009-02-06T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:04:45.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't be mad</title><content type='html'>I cancelled my Harley rental for Sunday because it doesn't appear as if the weather is going to cooperate.  If I were a seasoned rider it wouldn't be so bad, but since I am a beginner I certainly don't want to jeopardize my first real ride.  Can't be mad at the weather.  It's just not in me.  So I rescheduled it for next Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-1683884072699381099?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/1683884072699381099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=1683884072699381099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1683884072699381099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1683884072699381099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-be-mad.html' title='Can&apos;t be mad'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-7963831762890802316</id><published>2009-02-05T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:13:34.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born to be Wild!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Woohoo! Today the DH and I drove up to Skip Fordyce HD and I bought my helmet! I wanted a full face model and I got a nice one!!! It has the chin release, so you can pop that baby up rather than having to take off your helmet. It cost quite a bit but if it helps save my brain housing group, I suppose it's worth it! Now I am really ready for Sunday!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299424387519962594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SYtWZyQrXeI/AAAAAAAAAbk/l4HbyrvZmU0/s400/000_0002.jpg" border="0" /&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/8186248078628330553-7963831762890802316?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/7963831762890802316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=7963831762890802316' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7963831762890802316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7963831762890802316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/02/born-to-be-wild.html' title='Born to be Wild!'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SYtWZyQrXeI/AAAAAAAAAbk/l4HbyrvZmU0/s72-c/000_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-7085720536735207068</id><published>2009-02-04T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:23:26.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotton and Work</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's after midnight and 1) I'm still awake and 2) it's after midnight. It seems lately the time goes by so fast. No matter how early I wake up and get things done that need to get done before I can do what I want, I still don't have enough time. Alas, I know you didn't come here to hear me gripe, so let's move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Tyrone Wells kicks ass. I bought two of his CD's (Hold On and Remain) and they haven't left my CD player since I got home on Saturday. I can't decide which is my favorite song...but "Need" is one I love to hear and "Fallling" is a very close second. Thanks Mama for finally getting me out to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second - rain. According to the Weather Channel &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;OWSWeather.com (thanks Audio), the rain should be gone for my Sunday rental. =) I have been so excited about this that I can't think about much else. I keep going through in my head everything I learned in the course and as I'm driving my truck I pretend I'm on the Dyna and what I would be doing (downshifting, leaning, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: I mentioned in my last post how I am now part of the CCCOE Team. We have a Yahoo! Group and there have been some really cool peeps on there. I have learned about so many craft shows all over the Southern California area that I never knew existed. I hope to actually participate in one soon. Wish me luck! One that note, check out the newest addition to Cool Peeps - &lt;a href="http://mydeardarlingshop.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Dear Darling&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with the craft notes... I splurged today and bought some cotton yarns for more cloths. I took a chance and dropped in to the Daily Fiber shop and although they were pricey, found some pretty neat colors I've not come across before. Afterwards I zipped over to JoAnn's and stocked up. The cloths aren't exactly flying off my shelves, but every once in awhile I sell a set. They are fun and I have gotten some great feedback from buyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DH and I are planning a trip to Vegas Feb 25-27. We'll be at the Rio. Comp'd rooms. =) Bring on the hotel lovin! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, lastly - I did post my resume out on Monster and CareerBuilder. *sigh* All good things must come to an end and my hiatus has just about run it's course. Like Angelina Jolie takes time off from birthin babies to make a movie, I too must return to the work force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: &lt;em&gt;"Midnight Train to Georgia" by Gladys Knight and the Pips.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-7085720536735207068?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/7085720536735207068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=7085720536735207068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7085720536735207068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7085720536735207068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/02/cotton-and-taxes.html' title='Cotton and Work'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-6559450301620501312</id><published>2009-01-31T23:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:06:21.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost February...</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but I for one can't believe that January is already history. But let's be honest - it was quite a good month! I did, after all, become a licensed motorcycle driver in the state of CA. That's right fellow cool peeps - the Wrider is legit. I absolutely loved the heck out of the course and can't wait for the chance to ride. In fact, I have reserved a Harley for February 8th. Quaid Harley in Temecula does a Sunday special from 10am - 5pm. I reserved a Dyna FatBob (pic below). I swear, if I were any more excited I'd have to take a valium or a shot of whiskey. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297734671385013170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SYVVnXIsq7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/ANg9nbRGfKY/s400/Harley-fatbob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now for the not so good news ---&gt; Rain. Yeah, rain is scheduled to come in on Friday/Saturday and remain for 3 days. So one thing is for damn sure - if it rains I will not be taking this or any other bike out. No way. Just don't have the experience for it. But alas my good souls I am not entirely bummed because as you all know - I LOVE RAIN! &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;the state of CA needs it so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mama already blogged, she and I went to the El Rey to see Tyrone Wells. What an awesome guy he is - both on stage and off. I am now a Tyrone fan. Thanks Mama! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Etsy where I have my handmade items listed, I have joined the CCCOE Team. California Crafters Club of Etsy. We are trying to promote one another's shops and quite a few of them have blogs. So I'm going to slowly begin adding their blogs to my list of "Cool Peeps". Sure would appreciate it if you guys could drop in on or two every once in a while and maybe even support their craft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Brandy" by Looking Glass.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;The old Merc team will no doubt recall my love and adoration of this great song. It makes me smile whenever I hear it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-6559450301620501312?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/6559450301620501312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=6559450301620501312' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6559450301620501312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6559450301620501312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost-february.html' title='Almost February...'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SYVVnXIsq7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/ANg9nbRGfKY/s72-c/Harley-fatbob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-930421011389208763</id><published>2009-01-07T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:27:33.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Massage Therapy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I took full advantage of a Christmas gift the DH gave me - a spa package at the Murrtown Day Spa. It was amazing. Every time I go there I always leave saying how that was the best day I've had there yet. Yesterday was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with my Swedish Massage. Sandra was my therapist and she did such an amazing job. I explained to her the problems I have been having with my neck and shoulders and the trouble I have been having sleeping. She went right to work on the many kinks I had in my shoulders and neck - and apparently there were quite a few! It was painful at first, but by the time she was finished I could already feel myself less tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was my European Facial. I didn't learn the young girl's name that administered my treatment, but she did a really good job. My face is undergoing some changes as I age so it's nice to hear from someone that it actually looks "good". It was very relaxing and soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had lunch while sitting in the "Relaxation Lounge". I had a tasty chicken curry salad on whole wheat bread, fresh potato chips and grapes. The chicken salad has a unique and yummy taste - green apples, walnuts and cranberries. Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it was on to my spa pedicure. Vicki and I had a great chat while she gave my feet the treatment - sloughing off dead skin, massaging my feet with apricot scrub and then putting on this blue gel that had spearmint in it. My feet tingled! She ended by putting on a nice subdued red - perfect for winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I was treated to a wonderful arm and hand massage and manicure by Vicki. Because of the work I do crocheting this treatment actually feels amazing. It was a great way to end my perfect day! For the guys out there - if you are ever stumped on what to get your wife or GF or Mother, I highly recommend a spa package at any local day spa. It's well worth the cost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed early last night and when I woke up this morning I was pleasantly surprised to find I had sold 3 items on Etsy. I can't explain the feeling I get when I go to my page and see that items have sold. I get this little "jump" of adrenaline and get the urge to make more things! Yeah for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Womanizer" by Britney Spears. Go ahead, laugh if you must but this song is cool. Learning the words and being able to sing along kicks ass. =) "Boy don't try and front I-I know J-Just what you are are are...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-930421011389208763?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/930421011389208763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=930421011389208763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/930421011389208763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/930421011389208763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/01/massage-therapy.html' title='Massage Therapy'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-3856056600615699262</id><published>2009-01-05T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:24:25.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday already</title><content type='html'>Good Morning..  I had a rough night's sleep - again.  Not sure what is going on with my sleep habits of late, but last night I kept having to clear my throat and cough.  I thought perhaps I was coming down with a cold or something worse, but this morning I feel fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am back - for now.  Who knows how long this will last?  I will do my due diligence to stay with it.  =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good day.  I bought my gloves for the Rider's Edge course at Quaid Harley in Temecula.  Just going into that dealership sends my heart racing looking at all the bikes.  It was hard not to walk out with one.  As a matter of fact, the DH called me to make sure I hadn't bought one because I was taking so long.  LOL  I did not.  All in due time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a new pair of Levi's.  I stopped at Boot Barn on my way home from Quaid and bought a kick ass pair of 550's.  I figured I needed a new pair if my rear is going to be sitting on a Harley next week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my items are featured in a Showcase on Etsy.  You buy a 24 hour spot so your stuff is pictured on a single page.  It's just a way of promoting your handmade items.  Let's hope a few things sell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving this cool weather!  This is how winter is supposed to be in California.  During that heavy rain we had a couple of weeks back we actually could see snow on the Ortegas.  It was so beautiful.  It didn't last long, but while it did I was almost transformed to another place.  The DH and I have resigned ourselves that we will probably be in CA at least until 2010 due to the housing market.  We are trying to make the most of it and just hang in there.  We do live in a gorgeous house in a great neighborhood after all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone catch the 100 Greatest Rock Songs on VH1?  I did watch it (not all in one sitting) and I wasn't surprised at the top ten except for #1.  WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE by G&amp;amp;R.  Not that this isn't a kick ass song - I love it - but I found it interesting that it beat out others for the #1 Rock song of all time.  #2 was AC/DC's BACK IN BLACK.  I actually thought that would be #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "She's Gone" by Hall &amp;amp; Oates.  FRIGGIN love this song.  Have a good one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-3856056600615699262?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/3856056600615699262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=3856056600615699262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3856056600615699262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3856056600615699262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-already.html' title='Monday already'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-2436989432893186719</id><published>2008-12-29T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:02:34.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, yeah, yeah</title><content type='html'>I hear ya and I've got nothing in response to the question "Where the hell have you been???"  I've just been out of it.  Not in a bad way cause things are pretty dang cool, but just out of the blog thing.  Tonight for some reason I started reading some blogs (your alls included) and I got the itch.  What can I say?  Will it last?  I have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo, what have I been doing for the past 2 months??  Don't worry - I'm so not going to bore you with THAT.  =)  I have been chilling.  I have been "working" (aka crocheting) and although I had a small spurt of purchases on Etsy nothing for awhile.  I am still enjoying the heck out of it though and with luck and the right promotions I will sell a few more things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses are all doing great.  Kate (daughter of the people where we have ours) got a horse from one of her clients.  So Liberty joined us about two weeks ago and he is just the cutest thing.  The girls love him and they all get along so well.  Kate is so great - she cleans, feeds, blankets, rides...  She is awesome!  Her husband (Brian) is also a really cool dude.  He is going to school to be a pastor and rides a Harley.  Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are all doing well.  Miles is doing AWESOME as a Soldier.  He is currently home on leave and will be heading to Georgia for his duty station.  Then he will no doubt be deploying to Afghanistan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter is also doing great.  She is working with autistic kids full time and doing hair part time.  She is also going to go back to school in January for her teaching credentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest is still ... the oldest.  I don't need to elaborate.  His gf is still pregnant.  She is due April 23.  They are having a boy - Jonathan Hunter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubby is doing great!  Not working as much as he would like but that's par for the course considering the holiday season.  He spoiled me at Christmas (as usual) by giving me a day at the Murrieta Day Spa and then he also is paying for my Rider's Edge course which I take....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... JANUARY 15-19TH!!!!!!  Yes, I really am scheduled.  I am so excited!  You have no idea.  I promise to keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that...  I am still not working and collecting UI.  This will last until the middle of April and then after that it's back to work for me.  Which is OK.  I am not complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are well and had a wonderful Christmas.  I have missed every single one of you!  You could have harrassed me more about posting!!!  Hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-2436989432893186719?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/2436989432893186719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=2436989432893186719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2436989432893186719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2436989432893186719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeah-yeah-yeah.html' title='Yeah, yeah, yeah'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-4706660785827868907</id><published>2008-10-02T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:57:12.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horsin around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today was a horse day. I took some pics of the girls and of me.. Though I'd share them with you guys. Here are the girls in the pasture area. They were really full of it today. I tried to take a pic of them while they were running and bucking but it was just a blur with my camera phone. They had stopped running around and were just circling here. They were feeling really good! You'd never know that Cheyenne was 28!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252698578838048690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SOVVhwfXT7I/AAAAAAAAATg/EInV_YqhCYk/s400/dolly+cheyenne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is me with the old mare, Cheyenne. Sorry you can't see her face better... She was afraid of the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252698857426310962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SOVVx-T-1zI/AAAAAAAAATo/UXEK_S1JoX4/s400/me+cheyenne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The girls got their feet done yesterday. This is just a pic I took of my boots and some hoof clippings. How bout one for being creative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252699122481542562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SOVWBZuEtaI/AAAAAAAAATw/BNMfXWX1ubw/s400/boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is a pic of Dolly with hay sticking out of her mouth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252699391874729010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SOVWRFSahDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/bAr8lKZ30NA/s400/dolly+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is one of me with hay in my mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252699637118525762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SOVWfW5F4UI/AAAAAAAAAUA/D7iaVtYYRb4/s400/me+hay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm helping Dolly find the alfalfa buds. Tell me she isn't spoiled rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252699885193614466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SOVWtzCzVII/AAAAAAAAAUI/VBdy0tY3ZsM/s400/me+dolly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is my favorite pic... Dolly's soft eye... Look at those lashes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252700660576533346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SOVXa7kfu2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/TmNt-s04aSY/s400/dolly+eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Figured You Out" by Nickelback. This song freakin' kicks ass. Love it. Gotta have it. Can't get enough of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-4706660785827868907?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/4706660785827868907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=4706660785827868907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4706660785827868907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4706660785827868907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/10/horsin-around.html' title='Horsin around'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SOVVhwfXT7I/AAAAAAAAATg/EInV_YqhCYk/s72-c/dolly+cheyenne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-8996180549402318001</id><published>2008-10-01T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T07:50:47.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sons of Anarchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I know you guys are waiting for the details of our trip to SC to see the Soldier graduate and I haven't forgotten about telling you. I've got most of the pics downloaded from my phone, but we are still waiting for the pics we turned in to have developed. No, we don't have a dig camera of our own yet! So as soon as those get done, I will tell you about the trip to Ft. Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But for now I want to talk about my new favorite show - "SONS OF ANARCHY". First off, I want to just set the record straight that my desire to get a bike started WAY before this show was even on the air or being advertised. Honest. It started for me about a year ago. I would see the bikes on the road, the different styles of bikes and riders and for some reason I just started to put them into categories and suddenly I was planning in my head the type of biker I wanted to be. SOA has started a real drive of people now wanting to ride Harleys and be part of an MC - club. Because I haven't yet taken my rider's course or gotten my bike, I really don't want to be confused with these people that just got on board because of the TV show. Not that there's anything wrong with that or they any less a bike fan than me, not at all. Just because I want to be clear I was influenced by more than the TV in my decision to ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The show is pretty good. If you haven't seen I recommend checking it out. The characters are starting to evolve. Tonight is the 4th show of the season. It opens up a whole new world of bikers and clubs. The web site and blog dedicated to the series is pretty informative and has lots of stuff on it about this whole other world. Jax is the main character (at least I think he is). He is quick tempered, likes to fight and did I mention HOT? LOL Here is a pic of him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252196419956977170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SOOM0Q4dLhI/AAAAAAAAATQ/A9ZriQj3DFA/s400/jax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;His Dad was one of the original founders of the SOA and was killed in an accident with a semi-truck. Apparently his Dad didn't believe in going down the illegal path with the club. He wrote a bunch of stuff about life and his vision for the club. Jax's Mom gave him a box of stuff she found of his Dad's and inside were all these journals and stuff. So although Jax is VP he is still starting to question the President of SOA, played by the guy that played the BEAST in Beauty and the Beast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252195080027411778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SOOLmRQWlUI/AAAAAAAAATA/o41L3Cq79M4/s400/clay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Now I really don't like Clay. He is just one of those characters that you love to hate. He is bad and has the club headed for trouble. They run guns mostly, but definitely are into other stuff for the almighty dollar. They kill people and have the local sheriff in their back pocket. Oddly, he is married to Jax's Mom - Gemma. I know you will recognize her when you see her. She played Peg on MARRIED WITH CHILDREN. She's come a long way. LOL Anyway, she is Clay's "old lady" and definitely Queen of the SOA. She refers to the club members and their families as her family and she is constantly manipulating someone or something. I don't much care for her either, but that's just part of the show. Here is a pic of her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252196155139088034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SOOMk2W83qI/AAAAAAAAATI/_9Mg1BCGLH0/s400/gemma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Anyway, I think the show is cool to watch and I'm definitely a fan.  Sorry, I know these pics are really small.  I'll try to find better ones for you to check out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Highway to Hell" by ACDC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252196908713641522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SOONQtpIBjI/AAAAAAAAATY/5Pk3-sSY3vk/s400/soa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-8996180549402318001?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/8996180549402318001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=8996180549402318001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8996180549402318001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8996180549402318001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/10/sons-of-anarchy.html' title='Sons of Anarchy'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SOOM0Q4dLhI/AAAAAAAAATQ/A9ZriQj3DFA/s72-c/jax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-7853030191837079268</id><published>2008-09-29T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:48:32.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of an end or the end of a beginning?</title><content type='html'>Does it really matter which way you say it? Doesn't it all sort of mean the same thing - &lt;em&gt;change?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my birthday and as much as I loathe the thought of chalking up yet another year  I must admit I enjoyed the day very much. Maybe because I had most of the people I love the most around me. Maybe because we had some really awesome chow. Maybe because I got some really cool gifts. Maybe just cuz I'm up looking down and not the opposite. Either way turning 45 was alright with me. Age is just a number you know. I am reminded of that every time I go into my new favorite Starbucks and get to see this young guy that works there. I have no idea what his name is (although I would like to know so I could stop calling him "guy") but it's not like I have a crush on him or anything. Not at all. For some reason which I cannot explain we seem to have this connection. It's like when we look at each other he knows what I'm thinking and that in another time or place we would have been friends. Like when you meet someone for the first time and you automatically have some sort of chemistry and you talk and talk and feel like you could talk forever. But I know this "guy" is probably like 24, or 23 or 22... I just don't know, but he's young. Young enough to be my son and here I am now 45 old enough to be his Mom and yet we still seem to connect. It's so weird. And yet it's not weird at all because that's the kind of thing that makes life cool and worth blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DH and I got back from South Carolina and I can't wait to tell you all about that trip but I will until I have the pics so you can see our Soldier for yourself. It was a good trip. We both really liked the South. The people were amazingly friendly and polite. The weather was unbeatable as long sleeves and jackets were a must-have. It rained and it was windy and chilly. It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"This Love" by Maroon 5. I know, I know - old song, but I love it just the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-7853030191837079268?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/7853030191837079268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=7853030191837079268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7853030191837079268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7853030191837079268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/09/beginning-of-end-or-end-of-beginning.html' title='The beginning of an end or the end of a beginning?'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-7358360445117921329</id><published>2008-09-20T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:05:07.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the latest scarf from my collection. I call it "Cowgirl Up".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248304925200767522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SNW5hdOGWiI/AAAAAAAAASo/g7aWKQoOYPE/s400/Cowgirl+Up+Scarf+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is this at the local yarn shop? Nooooo, it's my new craft room!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248305154829261538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SNW5u0pzGuI/AAAAAAAAASw/UCiD3bQvmF0/s400/yarn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm sick....very, very sick....  LOL&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/8186248078628330553-7358360445117921329?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/7358360445117921329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=7358360445117921329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7358360445117921329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7358360445117921329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/09/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SNW5hdOGWiI/AAAAAAAAASo/g7aWKQoOYPE/s72-c/Cowgirl+Up+Scarf+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-3643557449243066851</id><published>2008-09-19T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:46:14.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Greetings fellow bloggers! It was a tad bit chilly this morning in Murrtown! Woohoo! Can't tell you how happy I am about that! The DH woke up with a migraine today =( so he is taking it easy today. He was going to work but had to cancel. Now if I can just get him to CHILL out for the day. LOL That's not easy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well, my To-Do list isn't much shorter... Been working on taking pics of everything but it's not an easy job. I'm thinking I might ask our daughter to be my model for the scarves. I think with her pretty face and smile it will definitely help sell them. I'm getting quite a few views, but no buyers. The DH says to be patient and witht the holidays fast approaching my stuff will start to move. Sure hope so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Have any of you seen the movie "Shoot Em Up"? I watched a little bit of it the other night before I went to La-La Land. It's pretty funny - way out there with the shoot scenes, but it's entertaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Take Back the City" by Snow Patrol. How's that for different??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-3643557449243066851?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/3643557449243066851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=3643557449243066851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3643557449243066851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3643557449243066851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-7853238215115418842</id><published>2008-09-19T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:26:28.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F-F-F-Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I know, every day for me is a Friday, but hey - I'm still enjoying it. Got up this morning rather leisurely. Went to Sbux for a caramel machiatto and a slice of the pumpkin loaf. Sat outside on the back patio for a bit with the hubby enjoying the quiet of the backyard and watching our cat stalk the lizards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I have much to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;1. Make the most of the son's digi cam before we take it to him next Wednesday. I have to take pics of all my completed blankets and measure each as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;2. Start going through boxes and decorating the house. Not what we want to do, but since we know we are probably going to be here for at least two years we figure we might as well enjoy the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3. Pack for South Cacalacky! Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;4. Organize my new craft room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Trying to Love You" by Trisha Yearwood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO OF THE BLOG:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hot, Hot, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247784811814420082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SNPge33jfnI/AAAAAAAAASI/oVNDekFg8M8/s400/bike1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-7853238215115418842?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/7853238215115418842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=7853238215115418842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7853238215115418842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/7853238215115418842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/09/f-f-f-friday.html' title='F-F-F-Friday'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SNPge33jfnI/AAAAAAAAASI/oVNDekFg8M8/s72-c/bike1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-9129469253416786107</id><published>2008-09-16T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:58:51.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flippin Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm angry it's back to being so hot. All I want to do is sit in a chair staring blankly at the TV screen. It saps my energy. I have been trying to crochet - but the heat doesn't make it easy to have yarn in your hands and in your lap! Here is the most recent scarf...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246710011827757122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SNAO9R56oEI/AAAAAAAAASA/YhwnG3DvedM/s400/Green+snowflake+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Still no sales on the Etsy shop.  Here is that url by the way:  &lt;a href="http://www.redkranch.etsy.com/"&gt;www.redkranch.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Got a letter from the son in basic yesterday.  It was a very cool letter.  He actually told me he misses me and can't wait to see me.  Awwwwwww.  We are so excited to see him, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The Dh and I have been talking about staying here in this house now...  At least for another 5 years.  I'm not against it entirely and neither is he.  We could do a lot worse.  We both love this house and couldn't ask for better neighbors.  And so it goes...  Who know where we will be in 2 years?  5 years?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Better As A Memory" by Kenny Chesney.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-9129469253416786107?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/9129469253416786107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=9129469253416786107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/9129469253416786107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/9129469253416786107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/09/flippin-hot.html' title='Flippin Hot'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SNAO9R56oEI/AAAAAAAAASA/YhwnG3DvedM/s72-c/Green+snowflake+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-5990458073526056959</id><published>2008-09-14T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:21:36.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasn't in Augustana that I was Counting Crowes under a Maroon 5 sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So Thursday my daughter texts me and asks if I like Maroon 5 and after I replied I did she asked me what I was doing Friday night. She scored two free tix from her bio mom and asked me to go. Sweet! Augustana was the opening act (double score) and then Counting Crowes played right after followed by Maroon 5. If you haven't heard Augustana, you should give them a listen, especially their song called "Boston". They were awesome. They played about six songs. Counting Crowes wasn't so awesome. Well, let me rephrase that... I suppose if you are a serious CC's fan you would have thought they were awesome. I must not be a serious fan because most of the time while they were playing I found myself looking around at the others in the audience for someone to translate and/or interpret. They did their hits, turning a 4 minute song into a 10 minute song. The lead singer with the wild hair was just "out there". I'm sure he is a great artist and talented if you get into his kind of ad-hoc singing. The best example I can give you is the rest of his band sort of went silent and he sat down at the piano and said, "I'm not going to do a lot of talking tonight - just playing a bunch of songs. (much applause and whistling and yelling from the crowd). This next song is about me...alone in my room...on a dark night...at the bottom of a canyon..." After that song I really couldn't tell you much else about what they played. It was just so bizarre.  They were passing out free sticks of "5" gum - it was a new citrus flavor.  We were kind of hoping you chewed it to be able to understand what the heck he was saying...  No such luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maroon 5 on the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; hand was freakin' awesome. How I have let them slip by me is beyond comprehension. I can hear Birdman saying, "Well if you didn't listen to that shit-kicker music you might have heard them!" They were really good. James Valentine on lead guitar rocked. And Adam Levine - well, what can you say about him other than he is smokin' &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Needless to say I will be downloading many MV songs to my Ipod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246111767828968434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SM3u25VxM_I/AAAAAAAAARw/V_Q5RhJrSsA/s400/maroon5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have five items listed on my Etsy.com store. None of which have sold. The DH keeps telling me they have only been up for a week. I guess I am just overly anxious. I am about 95% done with the Raiders blanket and will be starting a Chargers (gag) throw. I am also crocheting scarves as an idea hits me. The most recent scarf to go up for sale is one I call Lone Star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246112749552547762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SM3vwCi6N7I/AAAAAAAAAR4/sKMGOfqNjg0/s400/Lonestar+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have it listed for $28.00 and although it's gotten quite a few "views" no one has bought it up.  Do you think the price is too high?  Too low?  Scarf is not appealing?  What do you guys think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Won't Go Home Without You" by MV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-5990458073526056959?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/5990458073526056959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=5990458073526056959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5990458073526056959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5990458073526056959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-wasnt-in-augustana-that-i-was.html' title='It wasn&apos;t in Augustana that I was Counting Crowes under a Maroon 5 sky'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SM3u25VxM_I/AAAAAAAAARw/V_Q5RhJrSsA/s72-c/maroon5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-6987187402749637534</id><published>2008-09-10T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:26:32.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No clever title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Blah. That's how I am feeling today. I went to bed late (1:30) and although I did get sleep this morning I woke feeling...not tired, but restless. I got all dressed to go ride, stopped at Starbucks for breakfast and a few minutes of crocheting and just couldn't see myself doing much of anything the rest of the day. I realized sitting at Starbucks how it's difficult for me to fit in with any other women. There were three women there chatting about their kids in school. They were all probably my age; maybe a few years younger and their kids were in middle school. Mine are all grown; out on their own; soon to be parents, soldiers, etc. I just started to think about life and what it means to me to relax and enjoy it and I promptly packed up my yarn and instead of driving to the barn today I came home and here I am! Lucky you!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;If all goes well, I will not HAVE to look for work until after the first of the year. I am enjoying the time off I have now very much. The DH has been a huge part of this and I can't thank him enough for taking the stress off of me. At the same time I wish I were bringing in more than just what the unemployment pays. I can't have everything though, so I'm trying to hard to produce quality crochet products that will sell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tonight is the second episode of "Sons of Anarchy". I'm looking forward to it. Like I said, it's a bit rough around the edges, but I like seeing the bikes and getting a peak into the biker club lifestyle - even if it's probably not the normal bike club of today. I am still taking the rider's course in November and then with luck will have a bike at Christmas. I have been reading a lot of blogs and forums regarding first time bike owners and their fear of riding. Seems it takes time to log on miles on your bike in different kinds of traffic and road conditions. After reading that information it makes much more sense now why there are so many used bikes with low miles. I guess women as a rule have a harder time riding solo and getting up the courage to just take their bike out on their own to gain experience of the road. Although there is no sure way to tell if I will fall into that category, I am thinking I know myself pretty good and I will be able to ride on my own. My next purchase is a pair of biker boots. There are so many styles to choose from it's difficult to know which I like. I mean, I can rule out the ones with heels. LOL But I also don't want to look like a dyke... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tomorrow is the oldest's doctor appointment for his pregnant gf. We are wondering if he will call us with the news since he doesn't call us about anything else, we seriously doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Animals" by Nickelback.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I LOVE THIS SONG.&lt;/em&gt;  I know it's old but it's on my playlist and I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO OF THE BLOG: 2004 Harley Davidson Sportster 1200. &lt;/strong&gt;I like this bike. I don't like the color, but I like how it looks.  I like the saddlebags.  Only thing is that mine will have the double seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SMgCx_xkE8I/AAAAAAAAARo/n-nNIBGhCJQ/s1600-h/bike.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244444824029107138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SMgCx_xkE8I/AAAAAAAAARo/n-nNIBGhCJQ/s400/bike.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8186248078628330553-6987187402749637534?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/6987187402749637534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=6987187402749637534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6987187402749637534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6987187402749637534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-clever-title.html' title='No clever title'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SMgCx_xkE8I/AAAAAAAAARo/n-nNIBGhCJQ/s72-c/bike.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-4410516198900249506</id><published>2008-09-08T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:11:17.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can think of much better ways to spend $400 than buying a washing machine. But yesterday the DH and I took the plunge and picked up a nice one from Home Depot. It is so quiet we both have checked on it to make sure it's actually still running. LOL I think it's the nicest one I've ever owned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My Colts and Peyton Manning got off to a rough season. Losing to the Bears. Ugh. Not that we have an excuse but Peyton didn't get any preseason playing time in due to a minor surgery he had on his knee. It was also the first game in the new Indianapolis stadium. His timing was just off - nothing he can't get back. Let's just hope it's soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well, the Etsy shop is up and running. We posted four items for sale; 2 blankets and 2 scarves. Wish us luck. Oct 15th the diner is having a special evening dinner and open mike night. The owner would like me to have a book ready to pass around to the customers. So I've got some photos to take and such. Here are the two blankets finished...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SMV3ptqT6ZI/AAAAAAAAARY/0pos0PfKFVo/s1600-h/amazon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243728899658213778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SMV3ptqT6ZI/AAAAAAAAARY/0pos0PfKFVo/s400/amazon1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SMV30Gp3FQI/AAAAAAAAARg/8uTfBSuUkc8/s1600-h/usmc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243729078165902594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SMV30Gp3FQI/AAAAAAAAARg/8uTfBSuUkc8/s400/usmc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tonight we are having friends over to watch the Raiders/Broncos game.  Nothing fancy - hotdogs and fixins.  Let's hope they beat the Broncos so at least one of us is happy in this house right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  &lt;/strong&gt;"Aol Summer Long" by Kid Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-4410516198900249506?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/4410516198900249506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=4410516198900249506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4410516198900249506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4410516198900249506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SMV3ptqT6ZI/AAAAAAAAARY/0pos0PfKFVo/s72-c/amazon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-1086135781343926463</id><published>2008-09-07T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:06:19.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 wheels vs 2</title><content type='html'>Ah Sunday... The day of the Lord. The day of sleeping in. The day to relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DH and I are going shopping this morning for a washing machine. Ours started leaking last night. Can you say Lowes scratch &amp;amp; dent? We swore we wouldn't buy an awesome matching set again until we move to our final resting place. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you ever heard of Riccar vacuums? Long story short, we used to own a Dirt Devil bagless. That thing worked well for about a month and then things just went downhill. So the DH found this guy in Lake Elsinore (Mike) who is the vacuum king. Small ass little shop jam packed with vacuums and vacuum accessories. This guy knows his vacuums. After putting together the cost of repairing the Dirt Devil agains the price of a much better Riccar, we plopped out the plastic and dove right in. $376 - this thing kicks major BUTT. I can't even describe it. Oh and it is also very cool looking. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243291950658732562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SMPqP7ytwhI/AAAAAAAAARI/d0PlXTTmLV4/s400/PE_VIBCT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday's massage was probably the best I've ever had, &lt;em&gt;minus the ones given by the DH - which he calls "massages" but we all know they benefit him more than me. &lt;/em&gt;Anyway, the session was really good and she worked out all the kinks in my neck and upper back. I am considering joining the club. I have 30 days really to decide...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Found a great quote today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Leaning more towards vivid black now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243295001380237330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SMPtBgnZsBI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_NCRZl_4MJo/s400/2006-Harley-Davidson-XL1200LSportsterLowb-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Birdman:  I don't think I'll run drugs.  I know more about guns.  And yeah, if necessary I'll rough some folks up in a bar fight.  Nothing I don't do now when I have to.  By chance, did you watch "Sons of Anarchy"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:&lt;/strong&gt;  "Turn the Page" by Bob Seger.  This song requires no explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-1086135781343926463?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/1086135781343926463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=1086135781343926463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1086135781343926463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1086135781343926463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/09/4-wheels-vs-2.html' title='4 wheels vs 2'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SMPqP7ytwhI/AAAAAAAAARI/d0PlXTTmLV4/s72-c/PE_VIBCT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-6686740604317314902</id><published>2008-09-05T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:26:37.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Massage Envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the name of the place I am going tomorrow morning at 8am for a 1.5 hour massage. I cannot wait - needless to say. I don't think I've ever shared this, but when I am stressed and tense I wish I could be runover by a steamroller. Just the thought of being squished and stretched to capacity makes me woozie. I'm like a video game - I will pop back up once the steamroller has passed and I will feel better than I did when I was born. I hope that's what this massage manages to do for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been working hot and heavy on the Raiders blanket. The DH and I are going to set up the Etsy 'store' this weekend and update the web site. That means with luck "Originals by Red" will be available to the World. It's kind of exciting, but I'm still not convinced my originals are anything anyone will want to buy. Time will tell I suppose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It looks like the soldier is getting hit with Hurricane Hanna. I'm sure the Army has them locked down so I'm not worried about him. We made the reservations to see him the end of the month. The DH and I are excited and very proud. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harley update: I will be taking the Rider's Edge course in November. That's cool - I'm fine with that. Just one step closer to getting my bike. Every indication is that the market will be flooded with used bikes when I'm ready to start looking. Buyers with cold, hard cash can get sweet deals on mid-life crisis bikes purchased by, well, women like me going thru a mid-life crisis... Gee, does that sound a little pathetic or am I just being overly sensitive? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(where are those damn happy pills???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our oldest posted pics on MySpace of his recent trip to California. Oddly there are no pics of anyone except him, his gf and his bio mom. As I looked at the pics I realized he didn't break out his digi cam while he was in our house. Guess the other side of the family isn't photogenic enough. I mean, who would want to remember the Monopoly game? Or the killer bbq? His only sis and her beau? Or the horses? Or going to Honeycutt's? Yeah, nothing to see / remember here folks, move along....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So after reading JamieLynn's bucket list posting, I'm putting together one of my own... More to follow on that one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm trying very hard to be positive about our oldest. It's difficult. I really feel like they are in a lose-lose situation. I am hoping for the best, but preparing myself for the worst. It's difficult to be happy about a baby considering the circumstances. At the same time, it is a baby and our grandchild. We should feel excited and anxious...rather than concerned and suspicious. I hope I'm dead wrong and they live happily ever after as man/wife and have many more children to follow this one. I mean, that's all we ever really want for our kids - is for them to be safe and happy, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Trying to Love You" by Trisha Yearwood. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love this song for very personal reasons that shall remain that way!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO OF THE BLOG: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242789042982250834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SMIg22tEaVI/AAAAAAAAARA/_UBYV6pv5ug/s400/HEART.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-6686740604317314902?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/6686740604317314902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=6686740604317314902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6686740604317314902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6686740604317314902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/09/massage-envy.html' title='Massage Envy'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SMIg22tEaVI/AAAAAAAAARA/_UBYV6pv5ug/s72-c/HEART.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-1668274799467631355</id><published>2008-09-03T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:27:50.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Spice Lattes, Pumpkin Loaf and ... Grandma?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just got home from taking care of the horses. It was hot over at the barn today. I had a lot of work to do since we had fallen behind while the oldest and his new gf were visiting. But I took care of business, left the girls munching their goodies and finally got home to an empty, quiet house. Ahhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stopped at Sbux on my way to the barn and was thrilled to see the Pumpkin Spice Latte and Pumpkin loaf on the menu. Guess fall is really on the way - hopefully bringing with it cooler weather. I am so doggone tired of the heat. It wears me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The oldest and his gf have been dating since mid June. They told us Sunday afternoon they were going to get an apartment together come Oct 1st. We thought that was pretty quick and told them so. They also share a phone plan. Again we told them we thought that was a pretty bold move for being together such a short a time. Later than same night, before we started a game of Monopoly they told us she is six weeks pregnant. To say the least we were shocked. We really didn't know what to say. I mean, "Congratulations" seems a little...fake, you know? It seems she can't be on BCP's because of clotting. So they normally use condoms, only a few times they didn't. Yeah... So the oldest doesn't see the problem or why we are so concerned. What can you do? Sit back and hope there's not a train wreck. She is due in April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that, not much else is going on... We are looking now towards Casper, Wyoming for our retirement home. =) There is a ranch being subdivided into 40 acre parcles called the BB Brooks Ranch.  Anywhere but here sounds nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Anywhere But Here" by Chris Cagle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo of the blog: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241863314192877122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SL7W6WOeRkI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ANDCLYFCgWo/s400/bbbrooks-map.jpg" border="0" /&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/8186248078628330553-1668274799467631355?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/1668274799467631355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=1668274799467631355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1668274799467631355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1668274799467631355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/09/pumpkin-spice-lattes-pumpkin-loaf-and.html' title='Pumpkin Spice Lattes, Pumpkin Loaf and ... Grandma?'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SL7W6WOeRkI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ANDCLYFCgWo/s72-c/bbbrooks-map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-4731281468179860191</id><published>2008-08-29T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:20:02.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for more lists???</title><content type='html'>Yep, it's that time again - The Wrider has some things she NEEDS to get off her chest and you all know those come in the form of LISTS!!! Feel free to add your own items as the urge hits you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Things I'm tired of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1. Bad drivers. I don't know about you guys but it seems like they let them out on the roads on the same day. I can't just cross paths with one solo bad driver. Oh no, my misery has to last for an entire day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;2. Hearing the same stories over and over... Doesn't anyone do anything new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;3. Hot weather. I don't have to elaborate on this one, do I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;4. New Orleans and their hurricane woes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;5. Election 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;6. TBD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Things I'm happy about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1. The table me and DH made today. (Pic soon to follow.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2. An unexpected dinner invitation to a friend's house and the chow was friggin amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;3. Yarn. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;4. My health. My family's health. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;5. Bath &amp;amp; Body Works Moonlight Path body spray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;6. TBD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The oldest son is in town with his new gf. After spending some time in the OC with his mom they will drive down Sunday and be with us through Tuesday. We have a simple bbq planned on Sunday. The daughter and her bf will join us. Word has it the Monopoly board will be out for a 24 hour game day. Woohoo! Prepare to lose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to San Clemente today so the daughter could do my hair. It came out amazing as always. I stopped along the beach and took a pic of the ocean. I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SLjHzIuoZBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/qMqzPJcwIOY/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240157847775896594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SLjHzIuoZBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/qMqzPJcwIOY/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SLjH_Q5ZQqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/75iQHOUd-PU/s1600-h/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240158056126956194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SLjH_Q5ZQqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/75iQHOUd-PU/s400/feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Makes Me Wonder" by Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;PHOTO OF THE BLOG:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My transformation to a biker has started. LOL Stop laughing. It's in it's early stage. I'll have it mastered by Christmas...and if not I will probably get my ass beat by some biker chicks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240158975295954274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SLjI0xEXHWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fli8-osUrNQ/s400/biker1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-4731281468179860191?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/4731281468179860191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=4731281468179860191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4731281468179860191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4731281468179860191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/08/ready-for-more-lists.html' title='Ready for more lists???'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SLjHzIuoZBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/qMqzPJcwIOY/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-6230132887201146674</id><published>2008-08-28T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:09:33.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to life, back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Greetings my fellow bloggers! I know, I know - I was MIA - &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Sorry, I know I have a tendency to do that now and then. But you can rest easy for a bit as the Wrider is back! Hope all is well with you and yours. I'll try and catch up with everyone's blogs as soon as humanly possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me... Well, I have been crocheting my @$$ off! I finished a USMC blanket (no pic available at this time) and here is a pic of the brown and green granny square blanket:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239800571749740994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SLeC270IMcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/XX3huTSEs7A/s400/brown_green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's not 100% in this pic, but you get the idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Army son is doing GREAT! He loves the Army and says military life suits him! Hooah! (That's Army talk for "Hell yeah!") We are going to see him graduate in SCarolina. Family Day is Sept 25th followed by graduation the 26th. Should be fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oct is when I'll be taking my Rider's Edge course. The DH has promised me a Harley for Christmas. :-) Words escape me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Added a new blogger to my list of Cool Peeps...  Check her out!  &lt;a href="http://jamielynnbaer.blogspot.com/"&gt;JamieLynn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Good Time" by Alan Jackson. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo of the Blog: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dolly wearing my hat.  Is it just me or does she look like she LIKES wearing this hat?  And is pink not her color???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239801784083934402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SLeD9gHH7MI/AAAAAAAAAQY/1Og45e93_-M/s400/dolly_hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8186248078628330553-6230132887201146674?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/6230132887201146674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=6230132887201146674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6230132887201146674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6230132887201146674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-life-back-to-reality.html' title='Back to life, back to reality'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SLeC270IMcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/XX3huTSEs7A/s72-c/brown_green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-5271614116429421502</id><published>2008-08-07T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:55:04.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been working as often as time (and the DH) permits on my blanket inventory. I've attached photos of the newer one, which is light blue, lavendar, turquoise and a varigated yarn. The brown/green one is about 60% completed now. Once these two blankets are complete I will be providing the diner owner with the blankets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231943786871310962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SJuZJ3VGynI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MXxdxnX4k_o/s400/granny2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231943743289472418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SJuZHU-YtaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/moMt6TWORkY/s400/granny1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had lunch with a good friend, C. We went to Coco's, which was nice, but the service sucked. We had a great chat and caught up on all the horsie/ranch business. We are going to try and get together to do some off-site trail riding. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got two letters from the Soldier today. Both letters were two pages long and amazingly, not a single word was misspelled. Hmmm, do you suppose this means the whole time he misspelled was intentional as I said it was? Could be... Anyway, he seems to be doing well and excelling. This makes me very proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "It Ain't Over Til It's Over" by Lenny Kravitz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-5271614116429421502?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/5271614116429421502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=5271614116429421502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5271614116429421502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5271614116429421502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/08/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SJuZJ3VGynI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MXxdxnX4k_o/s72-c/granny2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-1597864467072573021</id><published>2008-08-04T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:42.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking it to the ... diner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey guys! What up? I know, I know... I'm horrible lately at posting. Sorry... Check it out though. You know I gave that granny square blanket to K&amp;amp;J and they LOVED it. Today the DH and I go in there for breakfast and J comes up to me and gives me a big ol' hug for the blanket and then says, "Why don't you make some blankets and bring them in and I'll sell them for you?" Wow! How amazing. So this afternoon I spent time going thru my finished blankets, putting a tag inside each one with the "An Original by Red" on it. I have 5 to take to her. I'm kinda excited about people actually paying money for them. It's kind of neat! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I mentioned I have started back to the boot camp classes. Yep, Monday, Wednesday and Fridays are my days to torture my poor old body. Man, this morning I felt like I weighed twice as much as I normally do as I found it very difficult to get going. I've been doing this a long time and I know that the second day is often much harder to get through than the first. So I am not beating up on myself too much. It was an asskicker. Between the treadmill work, the ab work and the lunges I am one sore soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did hear from the soldier in boot camp! He called us but for some reason we didn't have our phones so he left us voicemails. He is doing well.. Says it's hard but 'chill'. He was the squad leader and last we heard got promoted to platoon leader in charge of 80 guys. He said he wrote us two letters and we hope to get them soon... Very proud of him. His graduation is September 26th so we are planning that trip to Fort Jackson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Harley course starts Aug 21st.. Can't wait for that. Every time I see or hear a Harley I'm like an addict - I can't get enough. LOL I'm trying to talk the DH into taking the course with me. I hope he decides to! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Learning How to Bend" by Gary Allan. Yummy.  Love this guy's tats on his hand... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/videos/gary-allan/236313/learning-how-to-bend.jhtml"&gt;http://www.cmt.com/videos/gary-allan/236313/learning-how-to-bend.jhtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO OF THE BLOG: This is my latest project. Green and brown granny. It's about 20% done in this pic....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230894393656999698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SJfevI-B_xI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ly_YPN_9p5U/s400/green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8186248078628330553-1597864467072573021?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/1597864467072573021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=1597864467072573021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1597864467072573021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1597864467072573021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/08/taking-it-to-diner.html' title='Taking it to the ... diner?'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SJfevI-B_xI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ly_YPN_9p5U/s72-c/green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-6792060767408405041</id><published>2008-07-28T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:42.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was one of those days that make you shout, "I do more before 10am than most people do in a day!" OK, maybe you've never shouted that yourself, but in the military we used to dog out the other branches that way. This morning the DH and I got up and went for a walk. We stopped at Starbucks about 2/3's of the way into our walk for breakfast. After we got home we proceeded to wash two out of three cars, clean all of our horse brushes and clean the driveway with a power washer. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still no word from our Army soldier. Hope to get something in the mail this week or at the least a phone call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a very cool thing happen yesterday. The daughter brought her bf (P) to dinner. We had ribs and filet mignon, mashed taters and corn, rolls, brownies and ice cream. It was a great meal. Before dinner we were all just sitting in the living room. I had just put down my latest scrap blanket so it was sitting close by. P asked me about it and Keith pointed to the stack of blankets on the hearth and said, "P, you wanna blanket?" P said he absolutely did. Well, I didn't push the issue - in fact didn't bring it up again. As they were getting ready to leave - some 3 hours later - he went over to the stack and picked one out. He looked at me and asked, "This one OK?" I was thrilled! It was my favorite blanket! I said, "Oh yes!" and he gave me this big ol' hug. On the way home the daughter sent me a text telling me how P had said it was an awesome blanket and that homemade things were the best. Did my heart good! With that thought I'll leave you with pics of my most recent 'planned' granny blanket for K &amp;amp; J who won our favorite diner. I hope to give it to them tomorrow or Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228233477951208706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SI5qpdgWPQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/aHNTSU66azo/s400/granny1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228233614205099906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SI5qxZFzn4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/SZMLzKxtXEA/s400/granny2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Do You Believe Me Now" by Jimmy Wayne. Yeah, it's country and yeah, it's a ballad. I know, I know.... Just give it a listen. I suffer through some of your music!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/videos/jimmy-wayne/232975/do-you-believe-me-now.jhtml"&gt;http://www.cmt.com/videos/jimmy-wayne/232975/do-you-believe-me-now.jhtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-6792060767408405041?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/6792060767408405041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=6792060767408405041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6792060767408405041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6792060767408405041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-day.html' title='Busy day'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SI5qpdgWPQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/aHNTSU66azo/s72-c/granny1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-8716452148678598593</id><published>2008-07-26T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:42.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm tired of...</title><content type='html'>1. 100+ degree temps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Men always having to be mad at something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. No rain in Southern California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Not winning the lottery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Diets that don't work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. The radio playing the same crap over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Never enough fudge on a McD's sundae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. My gray hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Gas prices, Jesse Jackson and El Torito's taking their twice grilled burrito off the menu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Only 24 hours in a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Shiftwork" by Kenny Chesney&lt;/strong&gt;. I think when you hear it, you'll know why this is my song for the day... I can totally see myself with a cold drink, kicking back in a comfy chair, my toes in the sand and a floppy hat to block the sun's rays from my face. Any takers on joining me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/videos/kenny-chesney/191900/shiftwork.jhtml"&gt;http://www.cmt.com/videos/kenny-chesney/191900/shiftwork.jhtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO OF THE BLOG:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227339991058149842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SIs-Brc28dI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3cS-I2oiR-4/s400/toes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-8716452148678598593?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/8716452148678598593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=8716452148678598593' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8716452148678598593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8716452148678598593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-im-tired-of.html' title='Things I&apos;m tired of...'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SIs-Brc28dI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3cS-I2oiR-4/s72-c/toes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-3269484533075511115</id><published>2008-07-24T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:42.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SIjYWZCtprI/AAAAAAAAAPY/N7Wbow3BkTA/s1600-h/bears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226665246754449074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SIjYWZCtprI/AAAAAAAAAPY/N7Wbow3BkTA/s400/bears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8186248078628330553-3269484533075511115?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/3269484533075511115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=3269484533075511115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3269484533075511115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3269484533075511115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SIjYWZCtprI/AAAAAAAAAPY/N7Wbow3BkTA/s72-c/bears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-8592410013386006608</id><published>2008-07-24T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:43.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Etsy bitsy scarves &amp; blankets?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been checking out the Etsy.com site.. I am going to think long and hard about posting some of my scarves and afghans. I have looked at every scarf currently listed and none of them resemble mine in the least bit. I have enough of an inventory to post at least 5 scarves. Afghans are a different story. I really don't have any in inventory. I am considering doing a military blanket as I didn't see any listed. I might be able to corner the market on that, although they would be special order and take a while to complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought today was Friday. I can't be disappointed its not since I'm not working and every day is Saturday. I was checking out the want ads and came across an ad that sounds interesting to me. Driver for an automotive store. There are a lot of pros to this type of work. 1) I love to drive. 2) They provide the vehicle. 3) I have an excellent driving record. The pay varies between $12-$15/hr. Not quite what I was making before, but I am no longer interested in that rat race. I'm going to mill this idea around for a bit in my brain housing group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am almost finished with the blanket for Kevin &amp;amp; Janice. I will post pics when it's done for you to check out. It has worked up so nicely and fairly quickly. I was never a fan of the granny squares before, but adding my touch to them has made them a little more interesting to me and I enjoy the constant color change. I have so much stashed yarn that this makes the perfect answer to work my way through it. There is a method to my madness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "I Still Miss You" by Keith Anderson. &lt;/strong&gt;Back to country.. I love Keith Anderson. He has good song choices and this one brings a tear watching the video. I took the song to mean someone missing an ex, but the video shows more as if someone has died. Changed my whole perspective of the song. You can check it out here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/videos/keith-anderson/227381/i-still-miss-you.jhtml"&gt;http://www.cmt.com/videos/keith-anderson/227381/i-still-miss-you.jhtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO OF THE BLOG: Keith Anderson ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226625784602079282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SIi0dZEasDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/uth10RdN850/s400/keithanderson04-x365.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-8592410013386006608?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/8592410013386006608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=8592410013386006608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8592410013386006608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8592410013386006608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/07/etsy-bitsy-scarves-blankets.html' title='Etsy bitsy scarves &amp; blankets?'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SIi0dZEasDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/uth10RdN850/s72-c/keithanderson04-x365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-5120598695262691553</id><published>2008-07-23T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:01:07.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>Ugh.  Feels like a Monday even though it's already Hump Day.  Got back from Vegas yesterday around 2ish.  Had a great time even though we came back BROKE.  That sucks.  P&amp;amp;N (the couple we went with) were cool and the rooms at the Rio are amazing.  It was a different trip as we ate at buffets all over town (my system needs to recover), hung out in old Vegas (love those $3 blackjack tables) thereby expanding our knowledge of things to do in Vegas.  Now its back to reality! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't heard from the youngest son.  Hope to get a postcard in the mail with an address for him soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our oldest's b-day..  26.  Wow, I still remember when I was 26!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to have the AvMan back with us.  We have missed you!!!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Harder to Breathe" by Maroon 5.  &lt;/strong&gt;Love this song.  Every time it comes on my Ipod I crank it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-5120598695262691553?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/5120598695262691553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=5120598695262691553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5120598695262691553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5120598695262691553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-8968909543457203713</id><published>2008-07-19T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:43.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Lost Wages</title><content type='html'>Ten hours and counting... Remember? Our hosts pickup time for our mini vaca to the Rio in Vegas starts at 3:30AM Sunday morning. :-) Never been to the Rio, so looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SIKMEZIuSaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dplFCWSxbWw/s1600-h/rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224892524798036386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SIKMEZIuSaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dplFCWSxbWw/s400/rio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have an adult pool called the Saphire Pool.  Apparently the women (guests as well as the cocktail waitresses) go topless.  Told the DH I wasn't interested in baring the twins for all to grope with their eyes, but he was welcome to check it out.  Oh and did I mention that'll cost an extra $100 in my gambling money?  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have two PCs in our house.  We took the older Dell in to a local computer guy who cleaned the drives and reinstalled the original software package.  We put it in the downstairs bedroom and with the help of NetGear, it's wireless and rocks.  We decided not to move downstairs after all, so just moved the spare bedroom from upstairs to downstairs.  It's pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't heard anymore from our youngest except for the quick call he made from Atlanta on his way to Fort Jackson.  We expect to get something in the mail from him next.  Hope he's doing well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to ya Tuesday when we get back from Vegas!  Wish me luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Love Remains the Same" by Gavin Rossdale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-8968909543457203713?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/8968909543457203713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=8968909543457203713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8968909543457203713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8968909543457203713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-lost-wages.html' title='Viva Lost Wages'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SIKMEZIuSaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dplFCWSxbWw/s72-c/rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-8261075731180150025</id><published>2008-07-17T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:43.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things in life are just too awesome</title><content type='html'>One of those "things" happens to be Mr. Raul Malo. Last night the DH and I made our way to the Coach House in SJC for his show. We arrived early and stood in line for about 45 minutes. That was unnecessary as we had dinner reservations so our seats were the same if we had arrived at 5 or 8. But the thrill of seeing Raul Malo made me get there early and it was worth it as we got to see/hear him warming up for a sound check. Wow. Anyway, we had dinner, couple of drinks, suffered through the opening band (who shall remain nameless) and then at 9:30 Raul came on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know how to describe this man. To say he is attractive is an understatement. To say he has charisma doesn't do him justice. To say he can play guitar like no other seems to short-change him. To say he can sing seems to be an insult. The man is amazing. I tried very hard to capture some pics for you. We had great seats, but there was a lesbian lovefest/birthday party table in front of us and although the security asks that you don't stand up and block everyone else's view with your mansized body, they did anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224005418893353458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SH9lQCHaofI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kImGZWVXRKI/s400/raul2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SH9llY_f1TI/AAAAAAAAAOw/T68x1PegNPE/s1600-h/raul3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224005785811408178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SH9llY_f1TI/AAAAAAAAAOw/T68x1PegNPE/s400/raul3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SH9mXGyaWyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/G7MWQdeuUR0/s1600-h/raul6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224006639918144290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SH9mXGyaWyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/G7MWQdeuUR0/s400/raul6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously these pics taken with my phone are horrible, but it was the best I could do. He played so well. I kept thinking while listening/watching him play guitar that I wish Birdman could have been there because I know he would have appreciated the talent. Every song he sang I knew by heart. I think the DH was surprised that I knew the words to even the Spanish lyrics, but I'll let you guys in on a little secret if you promise not to tell him. When I was 19 and in college in Mexico City I had a prof named Raul _ . I lost my virginity to Raul that summer. The songs I heard last night are just a sampling of the music I came to know and love. I think my favorite of the night was "My Shoes Keep Walking Back to You." I found this clip of the song on YouTube. You can see how much he loves what he does. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=o4dDo2wXbSk"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=o4dDo2wXbSk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-8261075731180150025?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/8261075731180150025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=8261075731180150025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8261075731180150025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8261075731180150025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-things-in-life-are-just-too.html' title='Some things in life are just too awesome'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SH9lQCHaofI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kImGZWVXRKI/s72-c/raul2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-8369666809365287792</id><published>2008-07-15T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:44.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final pics from VQHA Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howdy! Just wanted to share some pics from Sat &amp;amp; Mon... Hope you enjoy them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Versatility competitors waiting for the cattle to be settled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223279769071881394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHzRRp4DjLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/oGSEMFXpQxA/s400/gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is one of the competitors coming to a slide stop during her reining portion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223280046284426946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHzRhykrTsI/AAAAAAAAANY/2NcqifZxqp8/s400/slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cowboy is showing his horses' ability to drive his cow in the working cow portion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223280338369771682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHzRyyrP-KI/AAAAAAAAANg/EukSDC_2-A8/s400/cowboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a cowboy crossing the water obstacle during the trail portion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223280598813721746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHzSB857RJI/AAAAAAAAANo/oMspcN56f9I/s400/trailwater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a pic of the judges:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223284869383728354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHzV6iBKLOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5XgWtAB94sU/s400/winners.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the pic of the top two finishers. The horse/rider on the right in this pic won the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223282830871140514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHzUD394mKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5dVhawnwy-g/s400/judges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The saddle was the top prize for the winner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223283088927980754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHzUS5TbfNI/AAAAAAAAAOA/W_0AtPtA7Qs/s400/prize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you might find this interesting.. This is how most of the people/horses roll to the competitions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223283360893291634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHzUiudAzHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/IMPfbC2j7Bc/s400/howtheyroll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have a raffle to raise money for their association. $5 got you one ticket to win the raffle. The prize was a two year old registered gelding and 3 months free training. If you didn't want the gelding they would give you $1000 instead. I thought I'd buy a ticket and if I won I would take the money. Then I made the mistake of going to see the gelding. Bad idea. Look how friggin cute this guy is!!! He is adorable and extremely friendly &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;he's also put together really nice. The drawing is on July 20th. I'll be in Vegas. Wouldn't it be a hoot if I got the call I'd won???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223284152727512530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHzVQ0RAJdI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TVgCRC9qezo/s400/raffle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I said goodbye to my son who left for Army basic.  He is actually in San Diego processing and swearing in today.  He leaves for South Carolina first thing in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight is the All Star game.  Tomorrow night Raul Malo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own" by U2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/8186248078628330553-8369666809365287792?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/8369666809365287792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=8369666809365287792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8369666809365287792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8369666809365287792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/07/final-pics-from-vqha-event.html' title='Final pics from VQHA Event'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHzRRp4DjLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/oGSEMFXpQxA/s72-c/gang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-6841315364816352593</id><published>2008-07-11T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:45.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VQHA Event - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I arrived at the Southern California Equestrian Center in plenty of time to find a great spot and set up for the reining classes. The weather was absolutely perfect. Overcast and cool. I was right behind the two judges, so I could hear what they said about each rider/horse. I don't know a lot about reining, so this was the perfect scenario. I hadn't realized how high up on the ladder this particular show is for the QH community until I got there. I recognized six riders and four horses from QH magazines! I felt like I was in the "Hollywood" of the horse world. Hands down my favorite reining horse was this one:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221946965351030866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHgVGRGtYFI/AAAAAAAAANA/_Z7H_-Y_5jA/s400/0711080800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Not surprising at all, this is a top level reining horse named Shock N Awe. I do not recognize the rider. I'm hoping tomorrow I will see them run again in the Working Ranch Horse. This team did place 1st in their class. They were remarkable to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I have to be at the event at 6:30 to catch the first run of the Open division. I have all day to stay and watch. I am taking a sleeping bag to lay on the ground, a folding chair, a cooler and other 'stuff' to make for a comfortable day. &lt;em&gt;I'm so friggin excited!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all the excitement I have forgotten to remind you all that the DH and I are going to see Raul Malo and his band on July 16th at the Coach House in SJC!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221951141258631250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHgY5VkqmFI/AAAAAAAAANI/kY_WSFPdoR4/s400/BAND_AT_THE_BAR_0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "What the Cowgirls Do" by Vince Gill. Oldie but a goodie!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8186248078628330553-6841315364816352593?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/6841315364816352593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=6841315364816352593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6841315364816352593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6841315364816352593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/07/vqha-event-day-1.html' title='VQHA Event - Day 1'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHgVGRGtYFI/AAAAAAAAANA/_Z7H_-Y_5jA/s72-c/0711080800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-3574762105586908726</id><published>2008-07-10T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:33:08.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnit</title><content type='html'>Today is warmup at the horse park - competition starts tomorrow.  So my oh so perfect 'horse' day didn't happen.  The DH and I worked out a deal though.  I will go tomorrow morning from 8:00 - 1:30.  We have to move a desk for a client in the afternoon.  Then on Saturday or Sunday I can go watch the competition again.  :-)  All is right in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what to do today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually heard on the radio there is a slight chance of thunder showers today.  Makes sense because yesterday was humid and I could feel something brewing in the air.  It would be nice to get some showers.  I am considering taking over the gardener job once our son leaves for Army basic training.  We have a small front yard with a flower bed.  I think I can handle that.  I have some ideas for the flower bed.  Rain + vegetation = lots of green stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt if you guys know this since you don't listen to country radio, but Jessica Simpson released a CD.  The first song off of it is pretty darn good.  So it's my &lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;:  "Come on Over" by Jessica Simpson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jessicasimpson.com/"&gt;http://www.jessicasimpson.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-3574762105586908726?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/3574762105586908726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=3574762105586908726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3574762105586908726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3574762105586908726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/07/damnit.html' title='Damnit'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-2717217323051476797</id><published>2008-07-09T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:45.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting day</title><content type='html'>It's gonna be an interesting day. I woke up this morning &lt;em&gt;feeling&lt;/em&gt; it and although I often want to run and put my head in the sand, I know I cannot do that any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to finally ENJOY my time off from work. Yesterday I actually was quite productive and shampooed our family room and living room carpet. Looks much nicer now and has a cleaner feel to it. I will eventually get around to the path from the kitchen to the garage. That takes a little more coordination since it's a main thorough fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest son leaves for Army basic training on July 14th. He selected NBC (Nuclear, Biological &amp;amp; Chemical) warfare as his job choice and is very excited about going and getting the heck out of town. He reminds me of me when I was his age. Couldn't wait to see what life had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be getting up early and going to the Quarter Horse event in Temecula. I am pretty excited about it. I love watching horses and this is a great opportunity to see a lot of things I haven't seen before. Well, I've seen it but never has the chance been available for me to seriously learn the horses/riders movements. It is supposed to last from 8-8. Not sure I will make it til 8pm but we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a feeling it won't be long till our oldest is getting married - again. He met a nice girl in Phoenix named Kelly and they seem to be getting serious fast. As he describes it - "sometimes you just know". We are giving him a ration of crap for being so &lt;em&gt;gay&lt;/em&gt;, but it's just his style. Anyway, we are already having to think about the possibility of attending the wedding and having to deal with DH's parents and their NBF, the DH's ex. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DH and I are headed to Vegas on the 20th. Some friends of ours are driving and provided us with a comp'd room. They always go to the Rio. We have never been there, so we are looking forward to it. They called last night to let us know what time they will be picking us up on Sunday. Ready? They are leaving their house at 3am to pick us up at 4am. I am not joking. They are serious. Apparently Nancy turns into a completely different woman in Vegas and her husband Phil puts her on a budget and they only go once a year so she doesn't want to waste any time. LOL We think it's hilarious and honestly could care less. We have our Jarhead friend down the street taking care of the horses and cats. We are set for a fun 3 days in Vegas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Harder to Breathe" by Marroon 5. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO OF THE BLOG: &lt;/strong&gt;My new pair of HD sandals. Only mine are black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221043508271494434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHTfaJNhtSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9xgavj677sk/s400/harleyshoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-2717217323051476797?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/2717217323051476797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=2717217323051476797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2717217323051476797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2717217323051476797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesting-day.html' title='Interesting day'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHTfaJNhtSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9xgavj677sk/s72-c/harleyshoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-5993268166698533010</id><published>2008-07-07T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:46.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howdy Partners! I'm feeling very cowgirlish today and for good reason! Your Mama brought her awesomely cute kids and niece out to see our horses this morning! We had a lot of fun!! I'm hoping she posts a link to the pics she took while her two oldest were riding our wild broncos. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I completed a scrap granny square afghan and wanted to share the pics with you. I liked this one so much I have started another one - not scrap though - planned. Totally weird for me, but what the heck? You only live once, right? I already have made ten squares for the new blanket. I'm on a roll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220654853919156642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHN97e7FKaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eRAuC7vR0sM/s400/scrap2+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220655025703149458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHN-Fe3k35I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1G_gOQMKdMw/s400/scrap3+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday morning at 8am I am going to Temecula for an all day Quarter Horse event. It's a working ranch horse type of competition. I'm so excited about going and plan on staying from start to finish!! This is the type of competition I had in mind for Dolly &amp;amp; I. Technically it's not too late to train for them, so perhaps this will 1) motivate me and 2) give me some ideas on where I need to take her next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "All I Want To Do" by Sugarland. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very cool song. Very cool video. I think this is a repeat, but too friggin bad. Deal with it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO OF THE BLOG:&lt;/strong&gt; Working ranch horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220497393614373554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHLuuFk8wrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bItSRccmDFA/s400/Goldie_3sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-5993268166698533010?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/5993268166698533010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=5993268166698533010' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5993268166698533010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/5993268166698533010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-day.html' title='Fun Day'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHN97e7FKaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eRAuC7vR0sM/s72-c/scrap2+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-6201523487811709768</id><published>2008-07-06T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:46.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Outlook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Greetings my fellow bloggers! As you can see I have been updating my blog. You guys know I can't go too long without changing my look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could say I have been &lt;em&gt;enjoying &lt;/em&gt;my time off 100%, but that is not the case. Oh let me count the ways things could be better... I hate sounding like a whiner and complaining. I mean, all things considered, my life is pretty darn awesome. Sometimes its hard to see what you have when you spend so much time looking/longing for what you don't. I am guilty of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I turned 40 it was no big deal. I didn't even notice it. I am approaching #45 in September and suddenly I'm feeling...old? No, that's not quite the word I'm looking for... Limited? Maybe. You see, it's just that I feel like I have reached the halfway mark in my life and I am running out of time. I know, I know - 45 is hardly OLD and I don't &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; old. Admittedly I think I have hit my midlife crisis. Yikes! Did I just type that for all of mankind to see FOREVER??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so I have admitted &lt;em&gt;THAT... &lt;/em&gt;Now what am I going to do about it? Well, for starters I am going to try and enjoy this time off from being in the workforce for a bit. The DH reminded me this is the first time really since I was 19 that I haven't been employed or seeking employment. It's not easy knowing what to do with my time, even though I am textbook OCD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrider's To Do List:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Take a Harley safety course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Buy a Harley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Don't Think I Don't Think About It" by Darius Rucker. &lt;/strong&gt;Darius is "Hootie" of Hootie &amp;amp; The Blowfish fame. He recently released a country CD and this song is AWESOME. Totally suits me at the moment.  Is it just ME or is he HOT???  Check out his MySpace:  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dariusrucker"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/dariusrucker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO OF THE BLOG: &lt;/strong&gt;This is what I'm talkin' bout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220044641431658290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHFS8cQ3HzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KyXXaY4AzJU/s400/blue.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8186248078628330553-6201523487811709768?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/6201523487811709768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=6201523487811709768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6201523487811709768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6201523487811709768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-outlook.html' title='New Outlook'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SHFS8cQ3HzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KyXXaY4AzJU/s72-c/blue.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-3383327356768213370</id><published>2008-06-24T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:55:31.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn of events and oh yeah, I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Greetings my fellow bloggers!  I know, I know - The Wrider has been away too long.  I apologize for the long hiaitus.  You all have been on my mind often and I have read your blogs - just not been able to post myself.  I hope that is over now and I can get back to boring you all with my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...  What am I referring to in the title?  I'm sure you are dying with curiousity so I won't keep you waiting.  After two weeks with my mother we have decided that perhaps Ohio is NOT where we would like to retire to.  I realize you might be in shock upon reading this, so I will give you a minute to recover....................&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's long enough.  Yeah, so the DH and I are talking about  staying here for awhile.  Go figure, right?  After all the complaining we did and continue to do about the weather we are now going to stay?  Go ahead, call us fickle.  We feel the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say the visit with my mother was bad - let's just say she hasn't changed and is just as self-centered and mean as I remember she was.  Age really hasn't done anything to mellow her out.  Seeing Vegas with a 70 year old is really different.  I mean, she was a trooper to a point and enjoyed the casinos and sights, but really she made $5.00 last longer than anyone I have ever come in contact with before and on the other side ended up not really playing much at all.  That's fine for her - but it got old watching her bet $.15 a spin for hours on end.  :-)  Vegas is always great - so I did have fun.  I did buy a cool pair of Harley Davidson sunglasses.  They are HOT.  I also found a really cool new bracelet and necklace, so the week wasn't a complete waste.  I think I had two drinks.  Yeah, you read that right - me (The Wrider) only had 2 drinks.  Now you might say that was my problem but I just wasn't in the mood to 'drink'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did receive my first unemployment check yesterday.  That was nice and will help me to RELAX and UNWIND so as to enjoy my time off.  No real plans...  Just playing with the ponies, taking motorcycle riding classes and getting my license...Reading and napping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Gone" by Daughtry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-3383327356768213370?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/3383327356768213370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=3383327356768213370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3383327356768213370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/3383327356768213370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/06/turn-of-events-and-oh-yeah-im-back.html' title='Turn of events and oh yeah, I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-4960856418250022063</id><published>2008-06-12T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:47.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 iTunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided I love my iPod and iTunes. I'm thinking of looking into having my iPod inserted into body somewhere (sort of like a kangaroo pouch so I can extract it when I want to download more songs) and then have the headphones put in my ears so I have a constant flow of music for the rest of my life. I have a 2GB and right now I have 1060 songs on it. I just loaded 14 more songs this morning using a gift card and I couldn't believe how friggin easy it was to use. What was it we did before iPods????? How did we get our music????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far the Mom visit is going really well. She is pretty low maintenance. She likes eating at home and watching her soaps, the news and even doesn't mind the Weather Channel. She does have a tendency to sigh a lot and say things like, "Oh my goodness. Would you look at that." whenever the Weather Channel shows some sort of weather damage. She is kind of addicted to the court TV shows, which is funny. I just sit quietly crocheting and grin at her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is going to share her secret to making fried chicken with me today. =) Needless to say the DH is THRILLED because he loves fried chicken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graduation is tomorrow night. Woohoo! I honestly wasn't sure I would ever see this day. The son did get a call from a Marine recruiter and he's meeting up with him on Monday. I guess they can look at his recent score after all, so he might be wearing Dress Blues. Time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been crocheting - a lot. The only thing giving me trouble is the damn baby blanket for the waitress. I have started one about 6x and it just doesn't flow. But I managed to start a finish a small lap throw which my Mom promptly claimed. Here is a pic of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211066002706363874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SFFs64htdeI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VRjGgdG6Pjo/s400/scrap1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "All I Want To Do" by Sugarland. &lt;/strong&gt;I know none of you will probably like the song, but I love it. It's unofficially been named my song for Summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO OF THE BLOG:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211070742036550690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SFFxOv6FFCI/AAAAAAAAALE/gzqI0hS701M/s400/ipodnano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8186248078628330553-4960856418250022063?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/4960856418250022063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=4960856418250022063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4960856418250022063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/4960856418250022063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-3-itunes.html' title='I &lt;3 iTunes'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SFFs64htdeI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VRjGgdG6Pjo/s72-c/scrap1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-2258961805806251578</id><published>2008-06-10T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:29:52.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eagle has landed</title><content type='html'>and we have the package.  That's military talk for we picked up Mom from the airport and got her to the house safely.  So far, so good.  The visit is going well.  She is very emotional and I am going to blame that on her age.  She is very excited about seeing Vegas and I'm getting excited thinking about taking her there.  She is not one that likes to be in pictures, but she told me today she wants me to take pictures of her everywhere - in front of everything.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not heard yet the fate of my unemployment status.  I hope to get word about it soon - preferably before Vegas next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG:  "Breakdown" by Daughtry.  &lt;/strong&gt;This is not the time to breakdown...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-2258961805806251578?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/2258961805806251578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=2258961805806251578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2258961805806251578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2258961805806251578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/06/eagle-has-landed.html' title='The Eagle has landed'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-6075553986362312420</id><published>2008-06-08T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:47.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation:  Mom in Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry for not posting. This not being employed is waaaaaaaaay busier than being employed. Who would have thunk it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom flies in tomorrow. I have a prickling up my spine every time I think about that. Not because we don't get along- we do. It's more like I want everything to be perfect - house spotless, sheets amazingly tight and smelling fresh... What a chore! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The youngest retook his ASVAB yesterday and even with ten hours of tutoring he scored a 35 - doesn't qualify him for the Coast Guard and no other branch can touch him for six months. Special, huh? Tonight the DH and I are sitting down to talk to him about our expectations for the next six months (rent, job, car, spending, etc.). Can't wait for the "talk". Maybe that's what is causing the spine tingling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the best shoer in the world. "W" is part horse shoer, part therapist and the other part just plain cool guy. He is also a biker with tats. Go figure. Anyhoo we were discussing my buying a Harley and what to look for, etc. Great info from this guy.  Also, he might hire me on to be his scheduler.  Wow..  I am humbled and honored.  Keep your fingers crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;: "Animals" by Nickelback. I know it's old, but it's just a cool song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo of the Blog&lt;/strong&gt;:  Circa 1995.  I love America.  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209562715298174050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SEwVsCh3lGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bcLGhcEuJac/s400/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-6075553986362312420?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/6075553986362312420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=6075553986362312420' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6075553986362312420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/6075553986362312420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/06/operation-mom-in-town.html' title='Operation:  Mom in Town'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SEwVsCh3lGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bcLGhcEuJac/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-8513966145023835700</id><published>2008-06-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:48.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Democrats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, that was supposed to make you smile. If it didn't then you don't me very well. The Birdman knows - so I know he got it. Anyways, to give you an update on my sit-eee-a-tion I am on haitus. I am not working. The company terminated my contract early and although it did piss me off the way they did it (I learned how horrible my manager really was) I have since thought it through and am now HAPPY it all happened. You see, even though I collect a military pension every month I found out yesterday I am still entitled to unemployment benefits. Is this a great country or what? No wonder those immigrants want to invade. So, unless something happens and my application gets denied I am going to take some time off and still have money coming in. Enough to support our household and we'll be fine. What a great concept! I stay home, eating bon-bons and watching worthless daytime TV all the while I am perfectly capable of going out and finding a job, but I am going to collect instead. Now, seriously - I am going to look for a job. It's not like I'm not going to do what I have to do. I will diligently search. I would cheer "Go Hillary" really loudly, but I'm afraid someone might think I'm dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what to do with all this extra time - THAT IS THE QUESTION. Well, do not fear Campers. I have some ideas! For starters, read. I haven't read a book in I don't know how long. I had a list of books I wanted to read and I'll be damned if I can find it. I think I left it in the desk at that place I used to work. Damn. Oh well, I'll start a new one. I'm thinking of starting with something serious and important. No other book is going to mold my mind for the upcoming months like one of National importance. So with that in mind, I am going today to buy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207662990274652130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SEVV5fVE5-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/NEfvpj6Da4k/s400/colbert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love me some Stephen Colbert. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm totally digging AvMan's new site. I'm jealous I didn't think of it first. But he has more interesting things to post and share than I do. Mine would be filled with kittens and puppies, horses and romance. And seriously, how much of that can we really tolerate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;: "40" by U2. This song needs no explanation. It just is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo of the Blog&lt;/strong&gt;: This isn't my stash.  This doesn't come close to my stash.  See how sick I really am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207666254449797106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SEVY3fVE5_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/U_CrKHpHOUM/s400/yarn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-8513966145023835700?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/8513966145023835700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=8513966145023835700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8513966145023835700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/8513966145023835700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-i-love-democrats.html' title='Why I love Democrats'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SEVV5fVE5-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/NEfvpj6Da4k/s72-c/colbert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-320632983303384790</id><published>2008-05-23T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:37:09.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiftwork - tough work...</title><content type='html'>The oldest son drove over from Phoenix yesterday. While the youngest was having a session with the tutor he and I went to Chili's for dinner. He likes Guinness, so we each had a cold one with dinner. Great conversation and it was awesome to just hang out with him. He has gotten over his divorce and ex. He seems really good right now. He met someone last week he really likes and I wish him the best with her. The only bad part about the whole night was the service. Our waitress sucked. That can ruin an otherwise great night out but I just let it go when I left her a lousy tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are at the beach today. Sitting in an outside bar, sipping something cold and exotic that tingles my tastebuds, while listening to the waves. Sort of like a Kenny Chesney song.. Toes in the sand and not a care in the world. Well, at least it appears that I have not a care in the world. LOL That is not quite an accurate statement. I'm just trying to make sense of it all. I know I'll probably do what I think I should do. It's not completely thought through yet but unless something drastic changes I really have no choice. Life is funny and I know things happen for a reason. I'm just anxious to know the reason behind this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky weather, huh? Yesterday I'm sitting in my cube with my headphones in and someone stops by my cube. I take out the right ear to hear them ask me, "Have you seen the hail?" I jumped out of my chair and joined everyone at the large windows. Sure enough, we had hail coming down about the size of a pea. It looked like it was snowing or sleeting. It was bizarre. That lasted on and off for about an hour. The water was rushing and my thoughts went to the horses. I packed up my gear and headed home. As you can imagine, there was flooding everywhere. Traffic was slow as people tried to manuever their way around the overwhelmed street drains. I finally got home and while changing into barn clothes I turned on the Weather Channel to see warnings for our area for flash floods. As it turns out the horses were in great shape, with no water or mud in their pens whatsoever. I cleaned up a bit in case more rain was to come and then headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 3:00 when I got home, so I could log off from work and decided to take a nap. That felt amazing. The two sons went to the mall and when I woke up around 6:00 I headed back to the ranch to feed. This time the weather news was very different - a tornado watch for Lake Elsinore. A chopper had spotted a funnel cloud just over the 15. Lovely. Just where I was headed. But being a midwest girl I wasn't about to let that get in the way. I never did see the funnel cloud and it started to pour halfway to the ranch. Again the girls were fine and eager for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this weather is going to continue today and maybe even a little on Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;: "Shiftwork" by Kenny Chesney (with George Strait). Super song. Play on words and just begs for you to kick off your shoes and grab a cold one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="'Title'"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Watch Video:&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;a class="'hov'" href="http://www.musicremedy.com/k/Kenny_Chesney/videos/Shiftwork-20760.html" target="'_blank'"&gt;Shiftwork (Kenny Chesney) &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="'RAOCXplayer'" pluginspage="'http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'" src="'http://www.musicremedy.com/musicaudio/Kenny-Chesney/Shiftwork-207605.asx'" width="'300'" height="'300'" type="'application/x-mplayer2'" autostart="'true'" showcontrols="'1'" showstatusbar="'0'" loop="'true'" enablecontextmenu="'0'" displaysize="'0'" bla="'true'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Video Code provided by MusicRemedy.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-320632983303384790?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/320632983303384790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=320632983303384790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/320632983303384790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/320632983303384790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/05/oldest-son-drove-over-from-phoenix.html' title='Shiftwork - tough work...'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-2393859641511441152</id><published>2008-05-22T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:48.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I have a difficult time living for the here and now. I think we all get stuck in that place where you keep saving for a rainy day or not using the good China every day. I love the thought of that – using the good China for hotdogs or pizza. I’m going to make an effort to really start enjoying what each day brings me and not worry so much about what can’t happen because of the situation – be it limited resources of money and time or just not being able to take that next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something about myself – no wait. I take that back. I finally ADMITTED something about myself last night that I knew – I was just keeping it buried. I’m not afraid of it now. No, I’m not going to tell you what “it” is) In fact, I am going to just go with it. Is it scary? Damn straight it is. Thrilling? Hell yeah! I’m almost 45 years old. If not now, then when? It won’t do me much good if I come to realize it too late in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s each do a bucket list! Me first! And we can add to it or take away from it anytime we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrider’s Bucket List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Own a Harley. Bikers rock.&lt;br /&gt;2. Consume only alcohol for 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;4. Rope a calf.&lt;br /&gt;5. Write a book.&lt;br /&gt;6. TBD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IPOD SONG OF THE BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;: “Your Life is Now” by John Mellencamp. How friggin appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO OF THE BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;:  Hot, hot, HOT.  Sizzling HOT.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203240410910353362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SDWflfVE59I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ftZexNS1xmQ/s400/daughtry5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-2393859641511441152?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/2393859641511441152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=2393859641511441152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2393859641511441152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/2393859641511441152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-your-life.html' title='This is your life'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SDWflfVE59I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ftZexNS1xmQ/s72-c/daughtry5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-1629625388087933888</id><published>2008-05-20T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:07:45.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your definition of "bad"</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but this evening I have been thinking about different people's perception of things and what some people consider bad.  I have always considered myself a pretty conservative person, but there are times I mentally cross the line I have drawn in the sand for myself.  So what is your definition of "bad"?  Here are some random questions for you to consider and answer if you choose to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Cheating on your taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Getting away with not paying for a 12-pak of Pepsi because the clerk didn't see it on the bottom of your cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Taking nude pics of yourself on your cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Telling someone you love them just so they will have sex with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Telling a white lie to your child so they will leave you alone for one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Not answering the door when a kid is trying to sell you candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Turning your back and acting like you didn't see an elderly person fall down because you are already running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Looking at porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Smoking pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Asking your friends stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;:  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"Free Fallin" by Tom Petty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-1629625388087933888?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/1629625388087933888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=1629625388087933888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1629625388087933888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1629625388087933888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/05/your-definition-of-bad.html' title='Your definition of &quot;bad&quot;'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-692442160463658328</id><published>2008-05-20T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:48.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No hitter, tutor and Sin City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night the Boston Red Sox' Jon Lester pitched a no-hitter with 9 strike outs. The Red Sox beat Kansas City 7-0. Jon Lester came back to the majors after a fight with cancer. The 24-year-old lefty, who survived cancer to pitch the World Series clincher for the &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/teams/bos/;_ylt=AsagHRO2moxWvekO0chJ3m2pu7YF"&gt;Boston Red Sox&lt;/a&gt; last fall, shut down Kansas City Monday night for the first no-hitter in the majors this season. Lester allowed just two baserunners and struck out nine in his first major league complete game. Man, I love this game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote a check last night to the tutor for $400. I almost choked on it, but this is really a last ditch effort to help our son find his way. He meets with him Tue-Thur and again next week for a total of ten hours before he takes the ASVAB on June 2nd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting excited about taking my Mom to Vegas. I told her on the phone a couple of days ago that I had already picked out the matching tattoos we're getting so that was one less thing we had to think about. I'm not sure, but I think she thought I was serious - &lt;em&gt;And maybe I am.....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The DH is gone on a job until Friday evening, so I'll be solo for a few days. Working on a baby blanket - woohoo. The adventure never stops around our house! I'm as wild as they get!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG: "Harder to Breathe" by Maroon 5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo of the Blog: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202480881152016466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SDLszCfTwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LwrsFa-g4po/s400/lester..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186248078628330553-692442160463658328?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/692442160463658328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=692442160463658328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/692442160463658328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/692442160463658328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-hitter-tutor-and-sin-city.html' title='No hitter, tutor and Sin City'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SDLszCfTwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LwrsFa-g4po/s72-c/lester..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-1348525428610322635</id><published>2008-05-19T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:48.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel Ray ain't got nothing on me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our kitchen is now DONE. And it looks AMAZING. I apologize - I do not have a photo yet to post. I promise I will have that up this week. Every time I walk into the kitchen I have to pause and just take it all in. It looks so different and so terrific I just have to smile. The DH and I did a great job. I don't know what I would do without him. He knows so much about valves, faucets - you name it. He knows it. Each time I am standing at my sink I feel like I should have my own cooking show - it's that amazing. LOL Of course, I am far from creating anything as wonderful as Rachel Ray, but dang it - I can hold my own! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I must sound like a broken record, but did the weekend fly by or what?? Saturday we worked on painting the kitchen, so understandly the day went quickly. But Sunday is a blur. Of course it could be because I spent half of it not feeling well. Not sure what happened, but I think it was a run-in with the HEAT. I was at the ranch with the girls Saturday afternoon. I had to clean their pens, feed, empty a water and while I was there I saw how the feeders needed cleaning as well. So that involves getting out the Clorox and a scrub brush and commencing to get the crud off the bottom of their feeders. I felt fine while doing it and I was drinking water the whole time. When I got into the truck to head home, my face was bright red. I couldn't seem to cool down. It was a tad scary. When I got home I felt drained and sick. Then Sunday I was out in the heat again - only this time shopping at the Lake Elsinor Outlet stores and I barely made it home before I was again feeling sick. I spent a good portion of yesterday on my bed, relaxing and watching TV. It was just too hot too soon for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure how many of you will recall the DH and I's good buddy, M. Long story short, he went thru HELL with his ex who is a shopaholic and ended up in debt above his head. We thought for certain he was on the right path to a divorce, but we learned this weekend he has decided not to divorce. This is tough for a lot of reasons, but mostly because we are not certain how he expects us to accept her after everything that has gone on, not to mention the things we have said about her and in turn listened to the things he has said about her. In a way its sad because its like we all know we are losing him as a friend - just no one wants to say it outloud. We just hope he is making the right decision and that in two years he won't be in the same boat or just as miserable. The DH is having dinner with him on Thursday night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birdman expressed himself in ref to my song choice, so today I have one you will probably be surprised about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE BLOG comes from a Clear Channel HD radio station out of Charleston, SC 100.5: "Outside" by Aaron Lewis &amp;amp; Fred Durst. I've heard it a couple of times now and I really like it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo of the Blog: Being a big fan of Miranda Lambert's and seeing her win Album of the Year last night on the ACM's was really cool. She is an animal lover and I found this photo on her web site. Go Miranda!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202118428861907010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SDGjJifTwEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/t3sUQzeYB_g/s400/lambert.jpg" border="0" /&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/8186248078628330553-1348525428610322635?l=wrider2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/feeds/1348525428610322635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186248078628330553&amp;postID=1348525428610322635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1348525428610322635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186248078628330553/posts/default/1348525428610322635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrider2.blogspot.com/2008/05/rachel-ray-aint-got-nothing-on-me.html' title='Rachel Ray ain&apos;t got nothing on me!'/><author><name>Wrider II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17903728307292635100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SVmQ0YhN54I/AAAAAAAAAac/BnnTh-UBUrY/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1lcwnsOToE/SDGjJifTwEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/t3sUQzeYB_g/s72-c/lambert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186248078628330553.post-5304370893039068338</id><published>2008-05-15T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:33:48.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jefferson Snowmobile podcasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just finished listening to the last podcast this morning. I think they are pretty entertaining myself. Paul was a nice guest on the show. I think it was cool because I could picture in my head both Hero and Paul talking, and that brought it home for me. It was completely random and I actually laughed out loud during some points. I did take offense to both John and Ryan making the statement they do not like Redheads. WTF? Obviously they haven't been with the RIGHT Redhead. ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kitchen tile is about 75% down at this time. We decided yesterday to make the back splash about an inch higher than it was prior. So today the guys will finish installing the tile, apoxying the trim pieces in place and putting the sink in. Tomorrow they are back to grout and then it's done! I must say it looks awesome. I absolutely love it. I will definitely take pics with a dig camera when it's all done to share with you. I'm excited about cleaning the kitchen all up and then putting out the accessories and appliances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to mention this the first time it happened, but you might recall what the DH and I did for my bro - sent him off the package of doggie stuff - well, he has since called me twice just to say hello. What a treat! That has never happened in the entire existence of our relationship. The DH thinks I bridge a gap that was between us and it doesn't hurt that he has a special phone system that he pays one price and he can call anywhere in the US. 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