<?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-8091730419891955132</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:15:34.709-07:00</updated><category term='childhood memories'/><category term='family ties'/><category term='children'/><category term='Ingrid Bergman'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='random'/><category term='change'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='nature'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='MS Challenge Walk'/><category term='proud mama'/><category term='winter'/><category term='aging'/><category term='multiple sclerosis'/><category term='hope'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='working out'/><category term='Wisconsin living'/><category term='Getting old'/><category term='Door County'/><category term='optimism'/><category term='anger'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='volunteerism'/><category term='nonsense'/><category term='health'/><category term='musings'/><category term='work'/><category term='training'/><category term='sadness'/><title type='text'>Fern's Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-9125782906118743960</id><published>2009-09-07T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:39:57.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Since When does "Education = BAD?"</title><content type='html'>President Obama is making a speech to the children of America. This is NOT A NEW THING... many past presidents have spoken directly to America's youth including Bush and Reagan. Why are "people" uprising against having their kids listen to President Obama's upcoming speech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's merely a side affect of the right-wing Republican spin machine. They claim that Obama will use the opportunity to "advance his political agenda". Sorry, this one American has read his proposed speech and just doesn't see anything bad about it. Obama stresses the importance of personal responsibility to pursue your education, even if you don't have the best of family situations. He tells kids that they each have something special that they are good at, and they should take time to discover it. People should READ the damn speech before they condemn it or ban their kids from hearing it. It's a message far too few of American kids hear from their own families.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read it here: &lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/MediaResources/PreparedSchoolRemarks/"&gt;http://www.whitehouse.gov/MediaResources/PreparedSchoolRemarks/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting the full speech at the end of this post, because it is such a good message for our kid to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... is this Nazi or Commie speak in disquise? Our country is full of stupid, stupid, IGNORANT people that only listen to sound-clips played on FOX or Rush Limbaugh. I'm ashamed to be classified in the same category as "my fellow Americans".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prepared Remarks of President Barack Obama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to School Event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arlington, Virginia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 8, 2009&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The President: Hello everyone – how’s everybody doing today? I’m here with students at Wakefield High School in Arlington, Virginia. And we’ve got students tuning in from all across America, kindergarten through twelfth grade. I’m glad you all could join us today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that for many of you, today is the first day of school. And for those of you in kindergarten, or starting middle or high school, it’s your first day in a new school, so it’s understandable if you’re a little nervous. I imagine there are some seniors out there who are feeling pretty good right now, with just one more year to go. And no matter what grade you’re in, some of you are probably wishing it were still summer, and you could’ve stayed in bed just a little longer this morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that feeling. When I was young, my family lived in Indonesia for a few years, and my mother didn’t have the money to send me where all the American kids went to school. So she decided to teach me extra lessons herself, Monday through Friday – at 4:30 in the morning. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I wasn’t too happy about getting up that early. A lot of times, I’d fall asleep right there at the kitchen table. But whenever I’d complain, my mother would just give me one of those looks and say, "This is no picnic for me either, buster."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I know some of you are still adjusting to being back at school. But I’m here today because I have something important to discuss with you. I’m here because I want to talk with you about your education and what’s expected of all of you in this new school year. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I’ve given a lot of speeches about education. And I’ve talked a lot about responsibility.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve talked about your teachers’ responsibility for inspiring you, and pushing you to learn. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve talked about your parents’ responsibility for making sure you stay on track, and get your homework done, and don’t spend every waking hour in front of the TV or with that Xbox. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve talked a lot about your government’s responsibility for setting high standards, supporting teachers and principals, and turning around schools that aren’t working where students aren’t getting the opportunities they deserve. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But at the end of the day, we can have the most dedicated teachers, the most supportive parents, and the best schools in the world – and none of it will matter unless all of you fulfill your responsibilities. Unless you show up to those schools; pay attention to those teachers; listen to your parents, grandparents and other adults; and put in the hard work it takes to succeed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that’s what I want to focus on today: the responsibility each of you has for your education. I want to start with the responsibility you have to yourself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every single one of you has something you’re good at. Every single one of you has something to offer. And you have a responsibility to yourself to discover what that is. That’s the opportunity an education can provide. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you could be a good writer – maybe even good enough to write a book or articles in a newspaper – but you might not know it until you write a paper for your English class. Maybe you could be an innovator or an inventor – maybe even good enough to come up with the next iPhone or a new medicine or vaccine – but you might not know it until you do a project for your science class. Maybe you could be a mayor or a Senator or a Supreme Court Justice, but you might not know that until you join student government or the debate team.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no matter what you want to do with your life – I guarantee that you’ll need an education to do it. You want to be a doctor, or a teacher, or a police officer? You want to be a nurse or an architect, a lawyer or a member of our military? You’re going to need a good education for every single one of those careers. You can’t drop out of school and just drop into a good job. You’ve got to work for it and train for it and learn for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this isn’t just important for your own life and your own future. What you make of your education will decide nothing less than the future of this country. What you’re learning in school today will determine whether we as a nation can meet our greatest challenges in the future. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’ll need the knowledge and problem-solving skills you learn in science and math to cure diseases like cancer and AIDS, and to develop new energy technologies and protect our environment. You’ll need the insights and critical thinking skills you gain in history and social studies to fight poverty and homelessness, crime and discrimination, and make our nation more fair and more free. You’ll need the creativity and ingenuity you develop in all your classes to build new companies that will create new jobs and boost our economy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We need every single one of you to develop your talents, skills and intellect so you can help solve our most difficult problems. If you don’t do that – if you quit on school – you’re not just quitting on yourself, you’re quitting on your country. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I know it’s not always easy to do well in school. I know a lot of you have challenges in your lives right now that can make it hard to focus on your schoolwork.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get it. I know what that’s like. My father left my family when I was two years old, and I was raised by a single mother who struggled at times to pay the bills and wasn’t always able to give us things the other kids had. There were times when I missed having a father in my life. There were times when I was lonely and felt like I didn’t fit in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I wasn’t always as focused as I should have been. I did some things I’m not proud of, and got in more trouble than I should have. And my life could have easily taken a turn for the worse. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I was fortunate. I got a lot of second chances and had the opportunity to go to college, and law school, and follow my dreams. My wife, our First Lady Michelle Obama, has a similar story. Neither of her parents had gone to college, and they didn’t have much. But they worked hard, and she worked hard, so that she could go to the best schools in this country.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of you might not have those advantages. Maybe you don’t have adults in your life who give you the support that you need. Maybe someone in your family has lost their job, and there’s not enough money to go around. Maybe you live in a neighborhood where you don’t feel safe, or have friends who are pressuring you to do things you know aren’t right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But at the end of the day, the circumstances of your life – what you look like, where you come from, how much money you have, what you’ve got going on at home – that’s no excuse for neglecting your homework or having a bad attitude. That’s no excuse for talking back to your teacher, or cutting class, or dropping out of school. That’s no excuse for not trying. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where you are right now doesn’t have to determine where you’ll end up. No one’s written your destiny for you. Here in America, you write your own destiny. You make your own future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s what young people like you are doing every day, all across America. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young people like Jazmin Perez, from Roma, Texas. Jazmin didn’t speak English when she first started school. Hardly anyone in her hometown went to college, and neither of her parents had gone either. But she worked hard, earned good grades, got a scholarship to Brown University, and is now in graduate school, studying public health, on her way to being Dr. Jazmin Perez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m thinking about Andoni Schultz, from Los Altos, California, who’s fought brain cancer since he was three. He’s endured all sorts of treatments and surgeries, one of which affected his memory, so it took him much longer – hundreds of extra hours – to do his schoolwork. But he never fell behind, and he’s headed to college this fall. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then there’s Shantell Steve, from my hometown of Chicago, Illinois. Even when bouncing from foster home to foster home in the toughest neighborhoods, she managed to get a job at a local health center; start a program to keep young people out of gangs; and she’s on track to graduate high school with honors and go on to college.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jazmin, Andoni and Shantell aren’t any different from any of you. They faced challenges in their lives just like you do. But they refused to give up. They chose to take responsibility for their education and set goals for themselves. And I expect all of you to do the same. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s why today, I’m calling on each of you to set your own goals for your education – and to do everything you can to meet them. Your goal can be something as simple as doing all your homework, paying attention in class, or spending time each day reading a book. Maybe you’ll decide to get involved in an extracurricular activity, or volunteer in your community. Maybe you’ll decide to stand up for kids who are being teased or bullied because of who they are or how they look, because you believe, like I do, that all kids deserve a safe environment to study and learn. Maybe you’ll decide to take better care of yourself so you can be more ready to learn. And along those lines, I hope you’ll all wash your hands a lot, and stay home from school when you don’t feel well, so we can keep people from getting the flu this fall and winter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever you resolve to do, I want you to commit to it. I want you to really work at it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that sometimes, you get the sense from TV that you can be rich and successful without any hard work -- that your ticket to success is through rapping or basketball or being a reality TV star, when chances are, you’re not going to be any of those things. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the truth is, being successful is hard. You won’t love every subject you study. You won’t click with every teacher. Not every homework assignment will seem completely relevant to your life right this minute. And you won’t necessarily succeed at everything the first time you try.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s OK. Some of the most successful people in the world are the ones who’ve had the most failures. JK Rowling’s first Harry Potter book was rejected twelve times before it was finally published. Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team, and he lost hundreds of games and missed thousands of shots during his career. But he once said, "I have failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These people succeeded because they understand that you can’t let your failures define you – you have to let them teach you. You have to let them show you what to do differently next time. If you get in trouble, that doesn’t mean you’re a troublemaker, it means you need to try harder to behave. If you get a bad grade, that doesn’t mean you’re stupid, it just means you need to spend more time studying. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one’s born being good at things, you become good at things through hard work. You’re not a varsity athlete the first time you play a new sport. You don’t hit every note the first time you sing a song. You’ve got to practice. It’s the same with your schoolwork. You might have to do a math problem a few times before you get it right, or read something a few times before you understand it, or do a few drafts of a paper before it’s good enough to hand in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t be afraid to ask questions. Don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it. I do that every day. Asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness, it’s a sign of strength. It shows you have the courage to admit when you don’t know something, and to learn something new. So find an adult you trust – a parent, grandparent or teacher; a coach or counselor – and ask them to help you stay on track to meet your goals. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even when you’re struggling, even when you’re discouraged, and you feel like other people have given up on you – don’t ever give up on yourself. Because when you give up on yourself, you give up on your country.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The story of America isn’t about people who quit when things got tough. It’s about people who kept going, who tried harder, who loved their country too much to do anything less than their best. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s the story of students who sat where you sit 250 years ago, and went on to wage a revolution and found this nation. Students who sat where you sit 75 years ago who overcame a Depression and won a world war; who fought for civil rights and put a man on the moon. Students who sat where you sit 20 years ago who founded Google, Twitter and Facebook and changed the way we communicate with each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So today, I want to ask you, what’s your contribution going to be? What problems are you going to solve? What discoveries will you make? What will a president who comes here in twenty or fifty or one hundred years say about what all of you did for this country?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your families, your teachers, and I are doing everything we can to make sure you have the education you need to answer these questions. I’m working hard to fix up your classrooms and get you the books, equipment and computers you need to learn. But you’ve got to do your part too. So I expect you to get serious this year. I expect you to put your best effort into everything you do. I expect great things from each of you. So don’t let us down – don’t let your family or your country or yourself down. Make us all proud. I know you can do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, God bless you, and God bless America.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-9125782906118743960?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/9125782906118743960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=9125782906118743960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/9125782906118743960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/9125782906118743960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/education-bad-since-when.html' title='Since When does &quot;Education = BAD?&quot;'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8272053774757941102</id><published>2009-09-03T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:38:21.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Work out stuff</title><content type='html'>This is a trival post, so stop reading now if you aren't in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the gym, but am still a "newbie". I struggle through the allotted 45-60 minute cardio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other workout I attempt the weight lifting program. I always feel weak, but noticed today how others do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I lift 170 lbs on the leg press. I saw a man downsize it to 90lbs.&lt;br /&gt;2) I lift 70 lbs on the leg extension... but someone else downed it to 40lbs.&lt;br /&gt;3) Each of my butt checks lifts 110 lbs on the Glute machine. I saw a "hottie" young woman only do 50lbs.&lt;br /&gt;4) OK... I only do 50lbs on the Fly and 70lbs on the chest press. And only 20lbs on the bicep curl and tricep extension. (Wooo Hooo ... don't look now, I'm getting ripped on my upper body! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I do not think of myself as in shape or strong in &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; sense of the words. I'm always surprised at how little I can do compared to the rest of the gym members. But, I wonder if I am nearing normal range on the weights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cardio needs to improve greatly. I have a bum ankle - sprained over a month ago. So I end up having to use the stationary bike instead of the treadmill. Seems ok. I sweat a lot. But I still wonder if I'm doing enough. Oh well, "some exercise is better than none" I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8272053774757941102?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8272053774757941102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8272053774757941102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8272053774757941102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8272053774757941102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/work-out-stuff.html' title='Work out stuff'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-301864926066595959</id><published>2009-09-01T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:19:19.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisconsin living'/><title type='text'>Wisconsin Road Trip</title><content type='html'>I travelled from Madison to Hudson WI and back over the past two days. That's nine hours of driving for those of you that don't know the geography. After a while, the radio stations are limited to religious or country programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I listened to Relevant Radio. They stated that if a politician believed in the right to abortion that they are "not doing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the common good".  I heard a five year-old boy ask "Why did God create the world?". The voice was innocent and sweet - it made me smile. The answer was totally useless and not understood by the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I heard a song with lyrics that went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is Great. Beer is Good. People are Crazy."&lt;br /&gt;You decide if I switched radio stations.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do the people picking their noses in their cars really think we can't see through a window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  I saw a lot of adult novelty stores and places to buy fireworks. Next time I take the trip, I will count them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I saw the beginning of autumn colors. Sad that it is an early sign of summer fading, but pretty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  I saw a huge McCain-Palin sign in someone's yard.  Someone needs to tell them the election is long over.... and they lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I saw a Bison. (Not the animal - the Bison Transit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;semi-truck&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I saw AT LEAST three statues of a mouse holding a wedge of cheese....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I saw a small older farm house tilted at a 45 degree angle. It was still standing, but I can't believe it is safe to live inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I saw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SpongeBob&lt;/span&gt; Square Pants! (Not the real one -- only a picture on a billboard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)  When did Home Depot and McDonald's begin advertising together?  Is there something about buying plumbing supplies that make people crave a Big Mac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I only saw one old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;semi-truck&lt;/span&gt; used as a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kwik&lt;/span&gt; Trip sign. Always cool, no matter how many times I drive by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way I keep from falling asleep on these drives is to look for unique stuff....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-301864926066595959?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/301864926066595959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=301864926066595959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/301864926066595959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/301864926066595959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/wisconsin-road-trip.html' title='Wisconsin Road Trip'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-780952494897430012</id><published>2009-09-01T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T05:12:49.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Gift or Coincidence?</title><content type='html'>I was crabby and down the other day.  I'd like to think that God sent me some gifts to cheer me up, but it could have merely been coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a flock of geese.  They fly with such precision.  They flew low and I watched them land in a field to feed.  I love hearing them "honk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a deer.  He was just standing majestically in a field as I drove down the road.  Peaceful, strong, silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a fox.  A fox!  She "pranced" out of a group of trees and stopped short of the road.  I've never seen a fox up close before.  They are very beautiful.  I saw the fox right in the village limits, which made it very surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crabby, pessimistic attitude was turned around.  I saw the beauty of nature and felt lucky to have seen it.  I noticed the sun, the blue sky, the light clouds, the green grass and trees.   Our world is filled with beauty if we take the time to notice.  It made me smile and happy for most of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-780952494897430012?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/780952494897430012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=780952494897430012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/780952494897430012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/780952494897430012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/gift-or-coincidence.html' title='Gift or Coincidence?'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-5375389140222974211</id><published>2009-08-19T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:42:45.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family ties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud mama'/><title type='text'>I'm Fried... totally spent</title><content type='html'>Wow... It's been over two weeks since I posted. So much has happened, and I don't think I can convey all of the emotions that surround my experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son moved into college. He is my youngest child, so I am "officially" an empty-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nester&lt;/span&gt; even though he lived with his dad during high school. He's in St Paul, MN and seems very happy! (One bright light to my two weeks...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-husband is arguing about money for the kids... which is ridiculous. So, I just continue to pay and pay and pay because I don't want the kids to feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All on the same day, I learned of one daughter's cancer scare, another daughter ended up in the hospital in ICU, and another daughter got incredibly angry with her dad and I.  It was a VERY BAD day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a week with my 92 year old mother-in-law. She's very strong for her age, and only called me by my husband's ex-wife's name once. That's darn good for an entire week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work is blowing up and out of control. Period. Can't comment much other than that without going NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm under investigation by my company's Legal department, and the FCC. It's oh so fun trying to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;resurrect&lt;/span&gt; documents from 2004 through 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilt for firing two people two weeks ago... I had to do it, but I feel so bad for them. I need to interact with them to transition their work, and to give them personal recommendations for new jobs. It's hard to talk with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat continues to crap on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't stuck to my healthy living plan. Eating comfort food is good when I feel like crap and am stressed out. So, I end up disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.... each of these things deserve their own post with lots of emotional outpouring. I just don't have the energy to do it. I'm exhausted. I need to sleep. I need to wake up energized to take care of my work... because I could lose my job very easily with all of the corporate restructuring. (Our CEO announced that downsizing will continue throughout 2010 and beyond.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take a hot bath, read a book, and fall asleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nighty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-5375389140222974211?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5375389140222974211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=5375389140222974211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5375389140222974211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5375389140222974211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-fried-totally-spent.html' title='I&apos;m Fried... totally spent'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-1244077183770795320</id><published>2009-08-05T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:29:51.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ron Dayne shops The Pig</title><content type='html'>That's right folks... Ron Dayne, former Badger superstar and NFL player, shops at Piggly Wiggly in Waunakee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him today as I strolled down the snack aisle.  Turns out this NFL free agent lives in my little town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-1244077183770795320?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1244077183770795320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=1244077183770795320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1244077183770795320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1244077183770795320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/ron-dayne-shops-pig.html' title='Ron Dayne shops The Pig'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-267774099493038911</id><published>2009-08-04T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:01:27.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>I made a grown man cry...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was an AWFUL day. The word "awful" doesn't really convey how horrible the day was for my coworkers and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my business unit received the definitive word on the new downsizing effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to let half of my Wisconsin staff go. (I only have one Minnesota person, so she was retained.) I literally have 1/3 of the staff that I had 8 months ago... but more responsibility and work. I've dropped from 9 employees to 3 in WI, and inherited the whole State of MN as a new territory. Oh yeah, the company only gave me one salesperson to cover the entire state of MN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I needed to inform "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Whiny&lt;/span&gt; Boy". Even though he whines a lot, he's a good guy and a hard worker. He moved into a new job in January 2009, but before that he was always 200% of quota. He expected to be let go, but was devastated nonetheless. He has two young kids (one with a heart condition) and two mortgages. He actually broke down and CRIED... and left with a hug from me. It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to tell "Mr. Silver Tongue", named after his gift for gab. He's 62, has colon cancer in remission, with a wife that may have a brain tumor (yet undiagnosed), and not financially able to truly retire. He just didn't believe it. I didn't know how to handle the disbelief. Mr. ST was basically IN SHOCK. He was so shocked that he walked around the office for the next 7 hours talking to everyone and anyone about it... basically asking people "why him?". He was very mad at me too.... especially when I told him "why him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also lost several very experienced people that support my sales team... which was unbelievable how deep the downsizing cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told the remaining two in WI and one in MN.... the remaining staff was shell-shocked. Others within the company contacted me and "the remainders" all day with "why Mr ST?". My remaining employees felt bad, as if they were survivors that didn't deserve to live. I had to justify my decision... ALL. DAY. LONG. Albeit, Mr ST does sell a lot, continually exceeds his quota, but isn't interested in learning the new technology that we sell. Still, he is beloved and everyone in Wisconsin (customers included) will miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job was saved. I wonder why I was lucky enough to keep my job. If it was my decision, I would have been downsized. I just don't have enough direct reports left to justify my managerial position. Even some of my employees feel that they aren't worthy of keeping their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we tried to rebuild the team. It was surreal... sad but honest in what we are tasked to do. And I talked with many nervous and concerned customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWFUL.&lt;br /&gt;HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE IS HURTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am paid to do a particular job, but I don't have to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart hurts for the ones that lost their jobs this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-267774099493038911?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/267774099493038911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=267774099493038911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/267774099493038911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/267774099493038911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-made-grown-man-cry.html' title='I made a grown man cry...'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-7423255628723541889</id><published>2009-07-28T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:05:51.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy Crawlies</title><content type='html'>I found &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THESE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my roses and flowering tree.... and my head was waaay too close to the leaves when I discovered them crawling all over! (I have a phobia about bugs being in my hair.)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363634247369250354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/Sm907iOQVjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/I07FFSFEBQE/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meet the Japanese Beetle.... very destructive and very hard to kill or control. The devour the leaves on many different plants. And to make matters worse, their larve grow under your lawn and kill it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want them DEAD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, unless we can round them all up and send them back to Japan... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-7423255628723541889?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7423255628723541889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=7423255628723541889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7423255628723541889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7423255628723541889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/creepy-crawlies.html' title='Creepy Crawlies'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/Sm907iOQVjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/I07FFSFEBQE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-2250575500144025258</id><published>2009-07-27T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:58:48.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>When it rains it pours...</title><content type='html'>Happy Monday everyone. (she says sarcastically...) It's anything but happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing this morning, I find out my company is being investigated by the FCC... this time focused on my area. So I have a heavy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;subpoena&lt;/span&gt; to comply with that will basically make me kill several trees just to prove my team did nothing wrong, and complied with every rule. What a hassle and waste of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the company announced there will be job cuts in my business unit... to the tune of 10-20%. But the good news is that those that will lose their jobs, will lose them quickly... by early August. (That's next week people.) Yippee. I'll either lose my job, have to fire some folks, or both. Yuck Yuck YUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many great things about working for a large company... decent benefits, lots of opportunity for transfers, job security (usually). But when it comes to "force reduction", or job cuts, you become a number to someone at corporate headquarters. They merely see the financial impact of how many employees "should" be cut to save enough expenses to meet Wall Street's expectations by year-end. (But on the bright side, maybe my stock will go up in price.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've survived a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;downsizings&lt;/span&gt; in the past, but this time I'm VERY much at risk. Small declining customer base, stagnant sales results, declining number of employees, and a new boss that doesn't really know me or my capabilities yet. Cross your fingers for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, did I say I'm having a bad day?? Cuz I am. And I'm whining about it. I'd say I'm sorry for wasting your time, but no one is forcing you to read this... and I needed to get this off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-2250575500144025258?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2250575500144025258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=2250575500144025258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2250575500144025258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2250575500144025258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains it pours...'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-3966666163911164070</id><published>2009-07-23T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:35:31.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>I'm Terrific!!!</title><content type='html'>Someone sent me a card that told me so! :) I'm doing my Happy Happy Joy Joy dance. (And if you don't know what that is, you obviously didn't watch Ren and Stimpy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just darn glad I didn't receive a fuzzy baby animal card... those suckers convey bad news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-3966666163911164070?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3966666163911164070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=3966666163911164070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3966666163911164070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3966666163911164070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-terrific.html' title='I&apos;m Terrific!!!'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-5053802558766146244</id><published>2009-07-09T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:15:54.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>Surprise from my I-Phone</title><content type='html'>I work for AT&amp;amp;T.   I see the marketing ads that we publish to make folks want the I-phone.  It's corporate advertising-- I understand why we need to please Wall Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today my car was in the shop for a brake job, wheel alignment, rebalancing of the tires, and an oil change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the shop, they were not quite finished and I had to wait another 10 minutes for the car to be done.  As I waited, I checked my personal email on my I-phone.  While in the waiting room, I received an email from Zimbrick (my car repair shop) reminding me that my vehicle was due for maintenance... and it had several coupons attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled.... And went to the service manager, whose name was on the email. &lt;br /&gt;Did he know the company was sending these emails?  (No...) &lt;br /&gt;Did he honor all of the coupons I received that afternoon while in the waiting room?  (Yes!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo Yah! &lt;br /&gt;I saved over $60 bucks because I was able to check my email while killing time at the car repair shop!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-5053802558766146244?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5053802558766146244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=5053802558766146244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5053802558766146244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5053802558766146244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/surprise-from-my-i-phone.html' title='Surprise from my I-Phone'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-965552571720563815</id><published>2009-06-04T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T05:35:02.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>Fighting in my sleep</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad my husband was traveling and I slept alone last night. I dreamt about being chased and attacked. At one point, my "attacker" was holding my head with his arm outstretched. I flailed my arms trying to hit him, but couldn't reach him. (You know - kinda like a big kid taunting a little one. :) I ended up kicking him HARD. And woke up kicking and hitting the air. Twice last night, I woke up punching or kicking as hard as I can. I can't tell you &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; I had these dreams. Weird stuff.... I'm just glad my husband wasn't here to accidently become my punching bag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-965552571720563815?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/965552571720563815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=965552571720563815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/965552571720563815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/965552571720563815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/fighting-in-my-sleep.html' title='Fighting in my sleep'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-5606744731200956893</id><published>2009-06-02T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:42:33.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family ties'/><title type='text'>Big Sister</title><content type='html'>I’m very impressed with Natalie’s attentiveness to her siblings. She is a WONDERFUL sister. I probably don’t tell her this enough. Last week, I was listening to stories of things that Natalie has done recently for her siblings. It made me think. She is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; there for any of her younger sisters or brother when they need her, or when she thinks they will appreciate her involvement in their lives. (Natalie – You are amazing.) It made me think about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and realize that MY big sister always played a similar role in my family. Although, I’m sure my big Sis, Sue, never got the appreciation she deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s to MY "Big Sis", Sue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were a pain to live with at times, but so was I. That's because we were so different as teenagers, but we’re really not that different at the core of who we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you lead the way in family matters and gaining independence. I learned from your mistakes and thank you for the path you paved for us younger sibs when we still lived with our parents. (Heck, you even helped me when I got my first period because we were visiting our father!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up to you as you left the house, got married, and started your family. You taught me a lot – from cooking, coping with life issues, the joys of simple things, and how to fix a good Bloody Mary. You even taught me that toddlers can “gum their chicken to death” before they have grown teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decided to quit college and get married, you were the ONE person in the family to support me. You agreed to be in the wedding and let me stay with you before the big day. (BTW, I’m SO SORRY that you weren’t the Matron of Honor. I was stupid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were also the one that kept the family connected. You called everyone weekly. You organized cookouts and family get togethers. You were always interested in your siblings’ lives and took an interest in your nieces and nephews. There were times when you just “kidnapped” my kids for a couple of days to play and bake cookies. Ash and Adam still talk about these trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were our dad’s caretaker. No question about it. When the inevitable occurred and our dad entered long-term care, you picked the best facility and checked on him DAILY. Because my kids were very young at the time, your caretaking was SUCH A HUGE help and brought me and our brother peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you went away to CA, and I miss you. I’ve done a poor job of maintaining regular conversations with you, and I’m just realizing how much I’ve lost. You are always kind, giving, caring and selfless. Additionally, you have a great sense of humor, cooking skills, intelligence, and optimism. I’m sorry I missed out on enjoying more of your life in the past few years, but I want to change all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Big Sis is coming to WI this week. I can’t wait to see you! I realize that you want to see many family members and old friends, but I hope to make it a “vacation” for you, Dre and Christina. I miss you Sis!!! Can’t wait to see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-5606744731200956893?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5606744731200956893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=5606744731200956893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5606744731200956893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5606744731200956893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-sister.html' title='Big Sister'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8916649995123166464</id><published>2009-05-14T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:21:50.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom...</title><content type='html'>I have SO MUCH to do at work, and I am SO FAR behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get access to some of the tools that I need to do my job, I need to take "mandatory training" that should last a mere 30 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I can multi-task and half-listen while I do REAL work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this training has droned on and on and on and ON for 75 minutes!  And it's still going strong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever just get my user ID and password to use the darn web conferencing / collaberation toolset??????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8916649995123166464?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8916649995123166464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8916649995123166464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8916649995123166464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8916649995123166464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/boredom.html' title='Boredom...'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-4734231066407447150</id><published>2009-05-11T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:59:34.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Allergies Suck</title><content type='html'>It's a bright sunshiney day...&lt;br /&gt;and I. AM. MISERABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are watery and itch....  A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;My nose is runny... and itches A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;I sneeze&lt;br /&gt;and sneeze&lt;br /&gt;... and sneeze&lt;br /&gt;....... and sneeze some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take Zyrtec and it doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;I take one Benadryl and it helps only a very little.&lt;br /&gt;If I take another Benadryl, I'll be asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison is the fourth worst place in the USA for pollen and other allergens this spring.  If you don't believe me, look here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.medicinenet.com/10_worst_cities_for_spring_allergies/article.htm"&gt;http://www.medicinenet.com/10_worst_cities_for_spring_allergies/article.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-4734231066407447150?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4734231066407447150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=4734231066407447150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/4734231066407447150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/4734231066407447150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/allergies-suck.html' title='Allergies Suck'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-5561228401184562431</id><published>2009-05-05T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:18:58.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Radio - A Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I received one of those "chain emails" today from my Sister in CA. It's hilarious so I'm sharing with the blogosphere..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you have lost faith in human kindness, someone who teaches at Kean Elementary in Wooster, Ohio forwarded the following letter. The letter was sent to the Principal's office after the school had sponsored a luncheon for the elderly. An old lady received a new radio at the lunch as a door prize and was writing to say thank you. This story is a credit to all humankind. Forward to anyone you know who might need a lift today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Kean Elementary: God bless you for the beautiful radio I won at your recent senior citizens luncheon. I am 84 years old and live at the Sprenger Home for the Aged. All of my family has passed away. I am all alone now and it's nice to know that someone is thinking of me. God bless you for your kindness to an old forgotten lady. My roommate is 95 and has always had her own radio, but she would never let me listen to hers, even when she was napping. The other day her radio fell off the nightstand and broke into a lot of pieces. It was awful and she was in tears. Her distress over the broken radio touched me and I knew this was God's way of answering my prayers. She asked if she could listen to mine, and I told her to kiss my ass. Thank you for that opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Agnes Baker&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-5561228401184562431?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5561228401184562431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=5561228401184562431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5561228401184562431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5561228401184562431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/radio-joke.html' title='The Radio - A Joke'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-5845243457274044258</id><published>2009-05-03T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:32:25.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><title type='text'>Gym Fridays</title><content type='html'>It seems that no one works out on Fridays. (Honestly, I usually only work out on Fridays if I can sneak it in before 5pm.) But this week was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the gym this Friday evening, there were a mere FOUR people there. And one was a trainer! It was a very different experience than normal. No waiting for a machine... and I could stay on as long as I wanted, not a 30 minute limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to watch the personal trainer. He had his trainee spend only a little time on a treadmill -- running, not walking. Then not a single weight machine was used! All good old-fashioned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;calisthenics&lt;/span&gt;. Lunge while you walk around the entire track. Now do it holding some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dumbbells&lt;/span&gt;. Crunches. Some free weights - biceps and presses. No need for expensive Nautilus gear... just do the basic push-ups, sit-ups, lunges, and squats. Mix in a little running, and viola! You're a new person. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-5845243457274044258?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5845243457274044258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=5845243457274044258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5845243457274044258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5845243457274044258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/gym-fridays.html' title='Gym Fridays'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-2147276553034963388</id><published>2009-04-28T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:21:28.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>I don't have cancer!</title><content type='html'>YAYYYYYYYYY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was EXTREMELY worried.  When the doctor tells you they found "an area of concern" on your test, it scares you.  Very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to report that after more tests, it was decided that I DO NOT have cancer.  Whew!  I didn't realize just how worried I was until the weight was lifted from my chest.  I can breathe again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the Happy Happy Joy Joy dance with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-2147276553034963388?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2147276553034963388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=2147276553034963388' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2147276553034963388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2147276553034963388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-have-cancer.html' title='I don&apos;t have cancer!'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-6011400463208290541</id><published>2009-04-22T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:14:04.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><title type='text'>The joy of new construction</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, I was bitten by the Spring / Summer bug. I spent hours cleaning our screen porch, hosing down the patio, and cleaning all of the outdoor furniture. I'm looking forward to quiet evenings on the porch, or sitting in the sunshine on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a builder began digging in the lot behind us. Crap. Our porch is already getting hit with lots of blowing dirt. And it will continue with dirt and construction dust and debris for the next 3-4 months.   So much for backyard cookouts this year.   Right now, I've got a great view from my patio of a big dirt pile.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a family was happy about building their dream house behind me, I might be able to be less selfish in my thoughts. But the builder is putting up another spec home and doesn't have a buyer yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to top it all off, the builder is constructing the house very deep on the lot and close to our backyard lot line. This will make it only more difficult for us to sell at a later time, and it will give me a great view of their house from our patio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very disappointed today. And crabby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-6011400463208290541?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6011400463208290541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=6011400463208290541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/6011400463208290541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/6011400463208290541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/joy-of-new-construction.html' title='The joy of new construction'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-1541102222732867322</id><published>2009-04-21T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:31:12.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting old'/><title type='text'>My sturdy left breast..</title><content type='html'>Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a mammogram last week.  I don't believe it when women say it's a "little discomfort".  It plain HURTS.  If someone only feels "discomfort", then I feel sorry for her lack of breast stimulation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress.  I went into the room for the films. &lt;br /&gt;The right breast was done..&lt;br /&gt;Top to bottom pancake - click. &lt;br /&gt;Side to side pancake - click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left breast was put into the vice grip...&lt;br /&gt;Top to bottom pancake -  NO CLICK.&lt;br /&gt;Let's try it again!&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it.... NO CLICK.&lt;br /&gt;And again...&lt;br /&gt;NO CLICK.&lt;br /&gt;And again...&lt;br /&gt;NO CLICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the woman was distressed that I broke the darn machine.  (I always knew my breasts were small, but never thought of them as MIGHTY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may I say that I was not pleased also?  When the machine senses it took an image, it automatically releases the vice tension on your breast.  However, when it DOESN'T take an image, it stays locked TIGHT in place until the technician comes over to crank your breast free!  Ouch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we end up going into another room with a different machine to finish the left breast films.  Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happens today?  Oh, the clinic calls and asks me to come in for MORE films of my left side!  (This is very normal, so don't freak out.)  But really, how many more pancake-like smashes can my little teeny breast take??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-1541102222732867322?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1541102222732867322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=1541102222732867322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1541102222732867322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1541102222732867322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-sturdy-left-breast.html' title='My sturdy left breast..'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8240319952576063365</id><published>2009-04-12T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:19:54.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Adam!</title><content type='html'>My youngest child, Adam, turned 18 yesterday. Wow... all of our kids are now officially ADULTS. Here's to you, Son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2000 at the British Virgin Islands with Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SeKD5HRT88I/AAAAAAAAAY0/J3a4Zm9xEkw/s1600-h/AA021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323962726732788674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SeKD5HRT88I/AAAAAAAAAY0/J3a4Zm9xEkw/s400/AA021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Typical hamming for the camera at age 10. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323957740178145602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SeJ_W26CgUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Zt3fuuEv1X0/s400/P1010032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A favorite pic of ours... Lee and Adam having a "guys' day".  Age 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SeJ_3WMwrqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/89SkkusvthM/s1600-h/tang+pizza+bond+Jan+17+2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323958298333982370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SeJ_3WMwrqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/89SkkusvthM/s400/tang+pizza+bond+Jan+17+2003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a football game last year.  Notice the stitches on his forehead... earned from running head-first into the goal post.  Age 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323960818453785842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SeKCKCYJLPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZFjJ5yj5yxc/s400/misc+pics+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love you very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8240319952576063365?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8240319952576063365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8240319952576063365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8240319952576063365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8240319952576063365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-adam.html' title='Happy Birthday Adam!'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SeKD5HRT88I/AAAAAAAAAY0/J3a4Zm9xEkw/s72-c/AA021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-923147537440159379</id><published>2009-04-03T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T05:45:28.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Sexy Clean</title><content type='html'>A man that cleans the house is downright sexy!  There's just something about seeing a man with a vacuum cleaner, working hard to save me time, that makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home today to find my husband cleaning the house.  He was just finishing vacuuming as I walked through the door.  What a GREAT surprise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house hasn't been cleaned for weeks... so this was no simple "touch up" cleaning job!   And he's tall, so he cleaned things that I sometimes let slip... like dusting the range hood fan and the tops of window and door frames.    I don't really want dust up there, but if it's above my line of sight, I may not notice it as much as the dust bunnies on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have The BEST husband in the world.  Not just for today's cleaning, but for so many, many reasons.  (I better not enumerate, otherwise our kids will feel compelled to post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snarky&lt;/span&gt; comments.)   I love you Honey and THANK YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-923147537440159379?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/923147537440159379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=923147537440159379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/923147537440159379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/923147537440159379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/sexy-clean.html' title='Sexy Clean'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-6971736550551013981</id><published>2009-03-12T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:40:41.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>Why does time elapse faster the older we get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, we can't wait to grow up. We want to be a "big kid" and do things for ourselves. I remember being a freshman in high school thinking that four years would NEVER end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young adult, I couldn't wait to graduate college, get that promotion, buy our first house, start a family. It's often a time of "after I do this" some new phase of our life will begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mothers we cherish our children, but encourage them to crawl, walk, sleep through the night, eat solid food, toilet train. We're always pushing them to learn something new, and thus, grow up. Remember how we looked forward to not buying diapers anymore? Or the money we'd save once they went to school and full-time daycare was no longer necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the kids are in their tween stage filled with middle school emotional upheaval. And then they begin pulling away, which is a normal developmental milestone. Although this milestone doesn't seem so much fun.... (a child rolling their eyes at you vs. laughing in joy as they take their first steps.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mothers, the children's high school years literally FLY by. Kids become more independent, mature, and become people in your eyes. No longer a kid you need to care for, they are a person you genuinely love and &lt;em&gt;like to be around&lt;/em&gt;. Many parents and children become actual friends. And then... they're off to college or independent living. You look back at the photos and feel like it "was only yesterday" when your child was a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder if time will slow down now that my children are grown. When I look at elderly people, many act as if time crawls for them. (Have you been to a nursing home lately?)  However, I spent yesterday with a few 60 y/o retirees. They had been retired for several years, but still feel like time is zipping by. It made me think that time flies by if you don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consciously&lt;/span&gt; SLOW DOWN to enjoy the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could do it all again, I wouldn't worry about cleaning the house, mowing the lawn, or getting the kids to bed on time. I'd languish in the smiles, laughter, tears, and conversation of each relationship (parent, child, friend, spouse). I need to remind myself of that going forward, so as to not waste a single day on unimportant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoy every one of my children. It's heartwarming to see them go off into the world and become their own independent person. But I still can't help be amazed at how fast the time has gone, because it still seems like just yesterday they were oh so young!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-6971736550551013981?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6971736550551013981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=6971736550551013981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/6971736550551013981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/6971736550551013981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-9210741414249814794</id><published>2009-03-10T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T05:43:46.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Avocados</title><content type='html'>I will pay money for guacamole. Nothing good can come from fighting avocados. They have ugly bumpy green skin, large hard pits, are tasteless, and won't mash unless *perfectly* ripe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet - I will forever boycott &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;avocados&lt;/span&gt;. After all the problems they gave us last night, they do not deserve the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of knowing me and my family. Although, it was hilarious attempting to make guacamole with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;avocados&lt;/span&gt; that just wouldn't die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-9210741414249814794?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/9210741414249814794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=9210741414249814794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/9210741414249814794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/9210741414249814794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/fighting-avocados.html' title='Fighting Avocados'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-5744007896059796738</id><published>2009-03-08T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T06:38:29.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight saving time revolution needed!</title><content type='html'>I think we need a worldwide revolution.&lt;br /&gt;Daylight saving time should NOT steal an hour of our valuable weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Why not spring forward on a Tuesday instead?&lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather lose an hour mid-week than lose one of  "My Precious" 48 hours on a weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-5744007896059796738?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5744007896059796738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=5744007896059796738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5744007896059796738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5744007896059796738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/daylight-saving-time-revolution-needed.html' title='Daylight saving time revolution needed!'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-897052407420452154</id><published>2009-03-07T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:03:00.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sweet it is...</title><content type='html'>I'm pampering myself today.  That's right folks that know me... I'm doing for ME and ONLY ME today.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank coffee in bed while catching up on my favorite TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym because I'm actually starting to LIKE it!&lt;br /&gt;Went grocery shopping and bought my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;Treated myself to a manicure and eyebrow wax.  (My hands are soooo pretty!)&lt;br /&gt;Curled up in front of a cozy fire.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Sex and the City movie.  (Total drivel, but a guilty pleasure none the less.)&lt;br /&gt;Ate sauteed mushrooms with a porterhouse steak for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm heading for a hot bubble bath with a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would find this type of day boring.... but it happens so infrequently that it's blissful to me.  We all deserve to be self-indulgent at times.  And today was my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-897052407420452154?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/897052407420452154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=897052407420452154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/897052407420452154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/897052407420452154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-sweet-it-is.html' title='How Sweet it is...'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8250250492988587023</id><published>2009-03-04T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:28:00.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted for awhile, but I am still alive and here at Blogger.  I've been self-absorbed in my own little pity party of a world.  As I climb back toward the light, I want to share a few words of wisdom I've picked up along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  You can either choose to be a fun-loving Tigger, or a sad sack Eeyore.   (Randy Pautsch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Things can usually be better, but they can ALWAYS be worse.  (Da Telephone Man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  The best exercise is the exercise you do.  (My doc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Judge not, lest ye be judged.  (Book of Matthew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Put on your own oxygen mask before attempting to help others.  (Every airline.  Basically, if you don't take care of yourself, you will have nothing to give to others.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  Treat yourself as kindly as you treat your kids and loved ones.  You deserve your own special caring too.  (aka Do unto yourself as you do unto others.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  Embrace love.  If you open your eyes, you'll discover it's all around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8250250492988587023?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8250250492988587023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8250250492988587023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8250250492988587023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8250250492988587023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8238756849988600359</id><published>2009-02-07T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:44:23.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family ties'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Cassie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SY3xvTHNEhI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0BOrj05IXgI/s1600-h/P1010080.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my new tradition of blogging, I want to wish my wonderful daughter a Happy Birthday.  I didn't post yesterday (on her actual birthday) because I felt my post was so bland compared to her sister's!  Well, we all know QG has a way with words that I can only hope to achieve some day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Cassie!  I love you!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300157373820007202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SY3xDNA1cyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/cQS2omY4gSw/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SY3xDURwLyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/T8Eot7SABu0/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300157375770013474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SY3xDURwLyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/T8Eot7SABu0/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300158130115947586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SY3xvOb1rEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/n0KFKFdrdX8/s400/P1010068.JPG" border="0" /&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/8091730419891955132-8238756849988600359?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8238756849988600359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8238756849988600359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8238756849988600359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8238756849988600359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-cassie.html' title='Happy Birthday Cassie!'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SY3xDNA1cyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/cQS2omY4gSw/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-181512727004821894</id><published>2009-02-04T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:26:27.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><title type='text'>Batman Lives!</title><content type='html'>Batman was at the gym tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gym has a  Lifestyle Adjustable Dual Pulley machine, which is basically an all-in-one machine with pulleys and stacks of weights.  As I was working my triceps and biceps with a mere 15 pounds of free weights, I caught sight of a man (aka Batman) hanging upside down from this machine.  I didn't mean to, but ended up staring at him for a good 20 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy brought his own ankle straps to the gym, hung upside down spread eagle style, and did upside down sit-ups.  He really looked like a bat, because he was dressed all in black and the machine was in a corner.  Normally, I'd think the guy was a show-off.  But he was mid fifties, balding, not very handsome, but very muscular.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, but humbling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-181512727004821894?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/181512727004821894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=181512727004821894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/181512727004821894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/181512727004821894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/batman-lives.html' title='Batman Lives!'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-7950684816095821603</id><published>2009-02-02T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:09:40.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family ties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud mama'/><title type='text'>Congratulations Adam!</title><content type='html'>I'm smiling ear to ear. It's so wonderful to see (or hear) your children happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam received his acceptance letter from Macalester College today. It was his first choice of school, and he was worried about whether he would get accepted. The college is located in St. Paul, MN and is a small liberal arts college with under 2000 students. Strong academics, politically active, very liberal, with a diverse student population. Surprisingly, 13% of their students are international and they pull kids from all over the country (not just the midwest). &lt;a href="http://www.macalester.edu/"&gt;http://www.macalester.edu/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Adam! I'm very happy for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, just what is a Macalester Scot? It's an odd sort of mascot name... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-7950684816095821603?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7950684816095821603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=7950684816095821603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7950684816095821603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7950684816095821603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/congratulations-adam.html' title='Congratulations Adam!'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-2383480021757960750</id><published>2009-01-31T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:07:43.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><title type='text'>Does every gym have a Tats?</title><content type='html'>QG (Quartergoddess for short) has posted about "Tats" a man at her gym.  Evidently, he provides nice eye candy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm new to going to a gym.  (Yes, QG -- I'm one of those newbies that annoy you when they use your favorite machine.)   I noticed a well built man with tattoos today... quite the muscle bound guy.  Not my type, but interesting to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gym has all of the cardio machines facing windows.  So you can stare at the built-in TV, the outside world, or your reflection in the TV if you have it turned off.  So, no staring at my local Tats while doing cardio... but I had to wait for him to get off the darn weight machines today.  Kinda annoying that every machine I went to use was set at really heavy weights, but at least I had something to look at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-2383480021757960750?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2383480021757960750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=2383480021757960750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2383480021757960750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2383480021757960750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/does-every-gym-have-tats.html' title='Does every gym have a Tats?'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-6669052642374861212</id><published>2009-01-27T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:58:12.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kelly!</title><content type='html'>I planned to call you to wish you a happy birthday.  By the time I had a short break at work, it was 5pm.  Because that means midnight in London, I didn't call and wake you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much and miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SX-Q_BE-w-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/nRV3RmpbKsw/s1600-h/P1010047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296111099106477026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SX-Q_BE-w-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/nRV3RmpbKsw/s400/P1010047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SX-P4TZ7HsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/cgOPnkfVyKg/s1600-h/034+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296109884255444674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SX-P4TZ7HsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/cgOPnkfVyKg/s400/034+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-6669052642374861212?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6669052642374861212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=6669052642374861212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/6669052642374861212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/6669052642374861212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-kelly.html' title='Happy Birthday Kelly!'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SX-Q_BE-w-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/nRV3RmpbKsw/s72-c/P1010047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8388823271523807906</id><published>2009-01-26T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:16:22.605-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteerism'/><title type='text'>Obama can't fix it without all of our help.</title><content type='html'>Why does the election and inauguration of Barack Obama move me so much?   Yes, he is the first African American president; but, that's not the reason for my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I feel hope for my country.   Obama inspires me, and I'm hopeful he will inspire our country.  As individuals, we have become "Me-Centric", very selfish and materialistic.  We stopped believing in our government, and that our country was something to be proud of.   We need to think about others, and do what's right because it's right - not because it's easy or self promoting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that only through a significant change in American attitude can this country salvage our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do nothing, our planet will die from global warming.&lt;br /&gt;If we do nothing, our country's treasure will continue to flow to our enemies as we buy their oil.&lt;br /&gt;If we do nothing, our greedy corporations will continue to control our government and lives.&lt;br /&gt;If we do nothing, our health care system will serve less and less citizens; our schools will fail more children; our middle class will continue to erode; and our hungry will go unfed.&lt;br /&gt;If we do nothing, we do not help stop the genocide, hunger, and disease running rampant in other lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;em&gt;government&lt;/em&gt; can't make these changes.  &lt;strong&gt;People need to do it,&lt;/strong&gt; one step at a time.  Through volunteering your time and talents.  Through giving money to those in need.  Through buying American products even if they cost a little more.  Through living "green" to limit our dependence on foreign energies.  Through being healthier to limit the stress on our health care and financial systems.  Through mentoring a child.  Through being a better parent.  Through living within or below our means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why does this man move me so?  I think it's because I see the possibility of a better nation if he can truly inspire us all to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8388823271523807906?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8388823271523807906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8388823271523807906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8388823271523807906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8388823271523807906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama-cant-fix-it-without-all-of-our.html' title='Obama can&apos;t fix it without all of our help.'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-9198884271604055494</id><published>2009-01-24T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:00:27.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><title type='text'>Spinning kicked my butt..</title><content type='html'>I just started working out - again. Only this time, I'm going to stick to it! I have no lofty goals. I merely want to be stronger, my lungs better, and to cultivate a new habit of self-care. If I happen to lose some weight (or inches) in the process, that's just a pleasant bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a gym, even though I have both a treadmill and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elliptical&lt;/span&gt; machine at home. I joined with a friend, in hopes of motivating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. Well, Tom moved out of town and I still have a membership. It's an awesome gym - at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Waunakee&lt;/span&gt; Village Center. Clean, bright, not too crowded (except on Saturdays at 10am), brand new building and machines, people of all ages, and CLEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, folks, in my enthusiasm to get started on a healthy habit... I enrolled for a Spinning class. I thought, how hard can it be? It's just riding a stationary bike, right? WRONG. It's darn HARD. On average, my 50 minute class will burn 500 to 600 calories if I push myself at 60% exertion. No lie! Well, I exerted and exerted but I still couldn't get out of my seat for those standing hill climbs for very long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well -- the 65 y/o woman on the bike next to me couldn't do the standing climbs either. It made me feel good to know that at least I could keep up with her. And by class #10, I'll be so much stronger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-9198884271604055494?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/9198884271604055494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=9198884271604055494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/9198884271604055494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/9198884271604055494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/spinning-kicked-my-butt.html' title='Spinning kicked my butt..'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-2578474973957546749</id><published>2009-01-20T09:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:48:11.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I even pause on Fox News?</title><content type='html'>Why do I even PAUSE the TV channel on Fox News? As part of the inaugural coverage, commentators were saying how unusual it is to see the new and former presidents be so cordial and friendly. Handshakes and smiles are typical, but embraces and gift giving are very unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOX News said it's a testament &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to the Bushes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They are just "bred" to be gracious and giving... and "maybe the Obamas are learning that about the Bushes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Who brought who a gift? Oh yeah, that was the Obamas presenting a gift to Mrs. Bush.&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Who was usually the first to hug? That's right, the Obamas.&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Whose lips could you read by the helicopter, saying "thank you so much"? That's right, Michelle Obama thanking George W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck it Fox News.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-2578474973957546749?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2578474973957546749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=2578474973957546749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2578474973957546749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2578474973957546749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-do-i-even-pause-on-fox-news.html' title='Why do I even pause on Fox News?'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-6345171665079214416</id><published>2009-01-19T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:39:12.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of Island Living</title><content type='html'>I watched two epidsodes of House Hunters International. It's a show where people look to buy real estate in a foreign land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really yearned (yes, YEARNED) for one of these beach houses. I saw homes in Roatan (island off of Honduras) and Curacao (in Dutch Antilles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just confused me motivationally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I run to the gym because I'm motivated to look good in a bikini?&lt;br /&gt;Or do I eat fast food and work 16 hours a day to earn enough money to afford one of these beach homes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do both. There are only so many hours in a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shows remind me of Toad Hall in Virgin Gorda, British Virgin Islands, where I was married. Gorgeous ocean views, trade winds, private 6 acre compound with open air living spaces, private swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live there.&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;Except, I'd miss the kids.... darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toadhallvg.com/"&gt;http://www.toadhallvg.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-6345171665079214416?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6345171665079214416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=6345171665079214416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/6345171665079214416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/6345171665079214416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreaming-of-island-living.html' title='Dreaming of Island Living'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-3337217089506298401</id><published>2009-01-15T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:38:30.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geese are dangerous</title><content type='html'>A US Airways flight crashed into the Hudson River today, after hitting a flock of geese.   It appears all passengers are safe and unharmed.  They surmise the geese got caught in the two engines, causing them to fail.   I just heard a reporter equate the incident as "being similar to when you stuff too much into your garbage disposal and it stops working".  Yuck!  We're talking chopped up bird parts falling from the sky!  This is more disgusting than the Palin turkey butchering video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-3337217089506298401?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3337217089506298401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=3337217089506298401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3337217089506298401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3337217089506298401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/geese-are-dangerous.html' title='Geese are dangerous'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8901942628944909094</id><published>2009-01-14T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:43:22.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meltdowns</title><content type='html'>At my age (43), you'd think I would have a better handle on total life balance.  What I mean by "life balance" is the way one balances work, self, family, friends, and other obligations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, my family was usually faced with financial difficulties... so being self-sufficient and financially secure have been a big part of my adulthood.  Maybe that's why I give WAY TOO MUCH of myself (time, stress, and mindshare) to my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on to the story.  ALL OF MY EMPLOYEES melted down on me on Friday.  Every one of them literally lost it during individual conversations with me, and I had a couple of unhappy customers contact me.  WOW.  Yes, this is our busiest time of the year.   Yes, we lost half of our staff in a corporate downsizing last month.  I understand everyone is stressed and working well beyond what is normally expected of them.  But really??  We need to spend 45 minutes to get you to understand I need a simple email listing of what you plan to sell this month?  (YOU ARE IN SALES YOU KNOW!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let it get to me after a solid 12 hours of complaints and emotional meltdowns.  Trying to be healthy, I went to the treadmill to work out my stress.  Little did I know that my husband was home and able to hear me!  I RAN, not walked.  I shadow boxed the people I was angry with.  I yelled at them too. (I had my IPod on, so I didn't hear myself..  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I came upstairs after my workout I found my husband looking at me tentatively.  I was surprised to see him and asked if I was too loud.  He responded with  "Yes!  I thought about video taping you, so that in case we ever got divorced I could show the judge that you are truly INSANE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I can say in my defense is that a short RUN on the treadmill does wonders for your stress level.  And, I am not letting the team's stress fall on me any more.  They don't have to like me.  As the boss, I just need to help them be successful even if it's painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8901942628944909094?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8901942628944909094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8901942628944909094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8901942628944909094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8901942628944909094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/meltdowns.html' title='Meltdowns'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-1481535271735561560</id><published>2009-01-14T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:26:54.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy?  No!</title><content type='html'>I left the house at 6am for work and drove right over the 2 inches of snow that had accumulated in my driveway last night.  I didn't get home from work until 7:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I have been a good citizen and shoveled the sidewalk?  Probably.  But it was DARN COLD - negative 15 below zero!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't cleaned my house since before Christmas.  It's a pigsty in my opinion, (although others think differently).  Instead of shoveling, I cleaned the house from 8pm until 11:45pm.  Whew -I'm tired!!  (It is very satisfying to see the direct result of my labor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll go outside tomorrow and shovel the white stuff.  Just didn't want to do it in the dark and bitter cold.  Somehow it seems warmer in the daylight, even if the thermometer proves differently. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-1481535271735561560?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1481535271735561560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=1481535271735561560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1481535271735561560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1481535271735561560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/lazy-no.html' title='Lazy?  No!'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8658429979829772607</id><published>2009-01-06T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:07:16.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I know how to make a good first impression, or what?</title><content type='html'>As some of you know, I have a new boss who works in a different state. I used my wonderful SpotMe gizmo to find him and introduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found him with the gizmo. (Cool.)&lt;br /&gt;Walked up confidently, extended my hand, and said Hello. (Ok so far...)&lt;br /&gt;Then I proceeded to say Hello to another man standing beside my boss, and introduced myself to him as well. (Thought it was the right thing to do....)&lt;br /&gt;Guy #2 says very warmly, "Why, Fern it's good to see you again!"&lt;br /&gt;When he saw my confused look, he quickly said "It's John."&lt;br /&gt;And then... I did it. I bent forward so I could see his name tag, and said "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you John."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just who is John??&lt;br /&gt;My senior vice president!  Who I've met several times before. Heck, I even had dinner with him once. And, he just approved buying me a Blackberry Bold for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I'm sooooo smooth and waaaay cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8658429979829772607?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8658429979829772607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8658429979829772607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8658429979829772607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8658429979829772607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-i-know-how-to-make-good-first.html' title='Do I know how to make a good first impression, or what?'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-3036728180833825283</id><published>2009-01-05T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:20:19.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My internal Geek is showing</title><content type='html'>I'm at a three day sales meeting with 900 of my closest peers. When I checked in, they gave me the usual ID badge that I have to wear to access the meetings. (blah)   Bad thing is they scan you when you enter the meetings, so you know they are taking attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they took my picture and gave me a "SPOTME". This is AWESOME! You can text any of the attendees with it, view the agenda, presentations, access maps of the facility with it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But two things are &lt;strong&gt;extra cool&lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You can point it at someone else's SpotMe and click - You now have their business card data on your device. Cool, but not inventive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Better yet, it has a "stalking application" that lets you locate people. Very Cool. I select a person's name and have the device vibrate when the person is within close proximity of me. Then, I can follow the map to the person (like a GPS only with pictures) or set it to buzz me later when the person is around again. It's so cool when I want to find a person - like my new boss. But WAAAAY COOL tonight if I want to AVOID someone when I'm at the bar. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287937453799753954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SWKHGPg3yOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/zbYN7QITA-M/s400/spotme_open_.bmp" border="0" /&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/8091730419891955132-3036728180833825283?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3036728180833825283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=3036728180833825283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3036728180833825283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3036728180833825283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-internal-geek-is-showing.html' title='My internal Geek is showing'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SWKHGPg3yOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/zbYN7QITA-M/s72-c/spotme_open_.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-7493388098658950817</id><published>2009-01-02T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:22:34.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush's New Dallas Neighborhood Barred Non-Whites Until 2000</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted on Huffington Post on December 8, 2008:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;As was reported this week, George Bush has bought a new house in a wealthy part of Dallas, called Preston Hollow, to live in after he leaves office.  Preston Hollow homeowners are used to having well-known neighbors; the area is already home to Dallas Mavericks' owner Marc Cuban and former presidential candidate Ross Perot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many of the Bushes' new neighbors seem perfectly happy and excited to welcome the former first couple, a few of them, reports the Wall Street Journal, have some significant reservations: "The impending presence of a former President is ratcheting up security fears. 'I am afraid with all the negative press the president has been getting, the whole neighborhood is going to be a target,' said a woman, who wouldn't give her name. She carried her King Charles spaniel Friday past the Bushes' new abode."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Raw Story reports that the area had some issues long before Bush made it his new home. Until 2000, the neighborhood association's covenant said only white people were allowed to live there, though an exception was made for servants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enacted in 1956, part of the original document reads: "Said property shall be used and occupied by white persons except those shall not prevent occupancy by domestic servants of different race or nationality in the employ of a tenant." The entire covenant is available in PDF format via the Raw Story link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked about his new home in an interview with The Dallas Morning News, Bush "played coy" in response to Tod Gillman's question. "Todd, why do you care?" Bush responded. "You live in Washington, D.C."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-7493388098658950817?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7493388098658950817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=7493388098658950817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7493388098658950817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7493388098658950817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/bushs-new-dallas-neighborhood-barred.html' title='Bush&apos;s New Dallas Neighborhood Barred Non-Whites Until 2000'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8916085572796230967</id><published>2008-12-15T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:29:38.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This one is for my baby girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate's love of his life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doobie's "Little Grasshopper"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our very own Shamrock O'Neill! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday! We love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280189724511443682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SUcAlCwsGuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/GzOnKDSaDkc/s400/misc+pics+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280189745053019490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SUcAmPSLrWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/l4C1-jOCGY8/s400/P1010096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SUcAmJQ0xcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/BCEXNrGRU9U/s1600-h/PC120025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280189743436711362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SUcAmJQ0xcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/BCEXNrGRU9U/s400/PC120025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SUcAlVJqHpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/UvV4I2-w5oA/s1600-h/P1010024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280189729448009362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SUcAlVJqHpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/UvV4I2-w5oA/s400/P1010024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280190779881638642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SUcBieUjSvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/eKX1gWyGUCE/s400/P1010050.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280193784911371906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SUcERY7eHoI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Z987iH82oWQ/s400/AA021.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/8091730419891955132-8916085572796230967?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8916085572796230967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8916085572796230967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8916085572796230967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8916085572796230967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-belated-birthday.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday!'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SUcAlCwsGuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/GzOnKDSaDkc/s72-c/misc+pics+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-3060792024185194934</id><published>2008-12-11T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:57:40.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><title type='text'>Favorite. Christmas. Special. EVER.</title><content type='html'>My all-time FAVORITE Christmas special is "Santa Claus is Coming to Town". If you haven't watched it every year since you were a kid, you've missed out GREATLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was made in 1970 and is narrated by Fred Astaire ("the mailman"). The Mailman decides to answer some of the most common questions about Santa Claus, and tells us about a small baby named Kris (Mickey Rooney) who was left on the doorstep of the Kringle family (toymakers). When Kris grew up, he wanted to deliver toys to the children of Sombertown. But its Burgermeister (Herr Meisterburger) is too mean to let that happen. And to make things worse, there's an evil wizard named Winter the Warlock who lives between the Kringles and Sombertown, but Kris manages to melt Winter's heart (as well as the comely schoolteacher's) and deliver his toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It explains how Santa Claus got his name, how reindeers came to fly, why elves make toys, why toys are put in stockings, why Santa comes down the chimney, why presents are found in the morning, why Santa only comes once a year, how Santa met Mrs Claus, how Santa knows if you're naughty or nice, and all sorts of other Christmas questions!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it has the best song lyrics EVER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just put one foot in front of the other.... and soon you'll be walking across the floor. Just put one foot in front of the other... and soon you'll be walking out the door!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a difficult responsibility.... to accept from the number one lawmaker me....Let it known across the land from sea to sea...That there'll be no toymakers to the king.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You better watch out.. you better not cry... you better not pout, I'm telling you why... Santa Claus is coming to town!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And great quotes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001682/"&gt;Kris Kringle&lt;/a&gt;: You better watch out. You better not cry, you better not pout. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Children&lt;/span&gt;: Why? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001682/"&gt;Kris Kringle&lt;/a&gt;: I'm telling you why. Because I came to town. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0504515/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;: If the Burgermeister saw you, we would all be in real danger! &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001682/"&gt;Kris Kringle&lt;/a&gt;: In danger from toys? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278607016840397026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SUFhHVOoAOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/OraYt1mJKkI/s400/BurgerMeisterWeb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0293659/"&gt;Burgermeister Meisterburger&lt;/a&gt;: You brats are under arrest. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001682/"&gt;Kris Kringle&lt;/a&gt;: Wait don't arrest those children. It was my fault I gave them the toys. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0293659/"&gt;Burgermeister Meisterburger&lt;/a&gt;: YOU? How dare you! You are obviously a nonconformist and a rebel! &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001682/"&gt;Kris Kringle&lt;/a&gt;: Have a yo-yo. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0293659/"&gt;Burgermeister Meisterburger&lt;/a&gt;: [gasps and chokes] A yoooooo-yoooooooooo? I love yo-yos. I used to be able to do all kinds of tricks. Ah-wheeeee [laughing] &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0293659/"&gt;Grimsby&lt;/a&gt;: Excuse me sir, but you're breaking your own law. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0293659/"&gt;Burgermeister Meisterburger&lt;/a&gt;: [gasps and chokes] Ooooooouuuuuuu, I've been bamboozled! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course, Winter the Warlock's heart is melted when Kris Kringle gives him a choo choo train.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's sweet, fun, warm and fuzzy. This is the one show that always puts me in the holiday spirit. If you haven't seen it -- watch it!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-3060792024185194934?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3060792024185194934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=3060792024185194934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3060792024185194934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3060792024185194934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/12/favorite-christmas-special-ever.html' title='Favorite. Christmas. Special. EVER.'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SUFhHVOoAOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/OraYt1mJKkI/s72-c/BurgerMeisterWeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-7032361239228561113</id><published>2008-12-09T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:59:12.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Working in a Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>I work for a technology company.&lt;br /&gt;We sell our own communications technologies.&lt;br /&gt;We sell other companies' technologies.&lt;br /&gt;We're all about connecting people with their world, where ever they live or work, and doing it better than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connectivity is awesome. We can communicate over wired phones, cellular, email, videoconferencing, web chat, web video, and Internet phone services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why was I risking my life on the roads during a severe winter storm today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To meet with people from Cisco and AT&amp;amp;T &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;face-to-face&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Three people drove from Chicago to Madison.&lt;br /&gt;One came from Milwaukee, and another from Minneapolis.&lt;br /&gt;Compared to their experiences, my commute from Waunakee was short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why did ANYONE slip, slide, risk their lives, and grip their steering wheels with white knuckles today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked the meeting organizer yesterday if the meeting was "still on" for today, and she made the decision to continue. Thus, we all drove. Funny that she called her mom from the road to say good-bye because she really thought she would die in a crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the technology.&lt;br /&gt;We should USE it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-7032361239228561113?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7032361239228561113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=7032361239228561113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7032361239228561113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7032361239228561113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-working-wonderland.html' title='Working in a Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-226120708164733699</id><published>2008-12-08T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:03:41.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Good and Evil Combined in One</title><content type='html'>People have told me that I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;an annoying little shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;mean spirited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;cold and heartless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;insensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;not listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The same people have told me that I am...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;patient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kind and compassionate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;giving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking care of everyone but myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;intelligent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a person with a memory like an elephant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;incredibly strong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think there is truth in all of it.  People are a dichotomy of good and evil, depending upon the day, moment or situation.  My goal is to be more good than evil in this lifetime.  Most days, I think I'm succeeding...  but other days, I feel like a crabby, evil witch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-226120708164733699?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/226120708164733699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=226120708164733699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/226120708164733699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/226120708164733699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-and-evil-combined-in-one.html' title='Good and Evil Combined in One'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-7460800957660407899</id><published>2008-12-04T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:36:47.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, snow, and more snow</title><content type='html'>The local TV station is forecasting snow for five of the next seven days. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get the snowblower started yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I better make sure the hubby fixes it before he flies off to work on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow is pretty when it's fresh.&lt;br /&gt;Depressing and gray when it's old.&lt;br /&gt;Always cold, wet, and unpleasant to be with outside.&lt;br /&gt;I even hated playing in snow when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about snow is the joy of using my super duper snowblower. (Mine is big.  It makes me feel strong and oh so powerful!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Look at the time stamp. Yes, I'm at work. Very bored during a customer demo, thus the boring post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-7460800957660407899?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7460800957660407899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=7460800957660407899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7460800957660407899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7460800957660407899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-snow-and-more-snow.html' title='Snow, snow, and more snow'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-1342931885163417019</id><published>2008-12-03T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:17:31.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Easy Bake Oven</title><content type='html'>Cranberries broke my refrigerator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Someone* dropped a bowl of cranberries which bounced against the interior door of the refrigerator before landing in a large red puddle on my new floor.  If you break off a little itty bitty plastic piece on the door, your refrigerator lights stay on even when the door is closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, the four interior light bulbs generate enough heat to make the refrigerator over 80 degrees inside.   Seems implausible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The repair guy probably had no clue what really broke down.  He replaced the entire control panel (basically the refrig's motherboard) too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my refrigerator became a very large Easy Bake Oven.  I should've baked chocolate cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-1342931885163417019?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1342931885163417019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=1342931885163417019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1342931885163417019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1342931885163417019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-easy-bake-oven.html' title='My new Easy Bake Oven'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-2122157410909129521</id><published>2008-12-02T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:23:15.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for Refrigeration</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's right.... REFRIGERATION. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could blog about the important things in life that I'm thankful for - family, friends, health, God, work, etc. But it seems rather expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm especially thankful for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;refrigeration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. You don't know what you've got til it's gone, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 13 people over for Thanksgiving dinner, another 9 for Friday leftovers, and kids staying for the entire weekend. I cooked over 40 lbs. of turkey (2 large birds), 128 homemade yeast dinner rolls, four pies, and all the trimmings. It was delicious. Right after the Thanksgiving dishes were cleaned, my refrigerator decided to vex me and broke down. Not only did it stop working, but it began to blow hot air throughout the inside of the unit.  The inside of the refrigerator was over 80 degrees! We unplugged it to avoid a house fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new screen porch became our walk-in refrigerator.... until it snowed on Sunday.  Then it became a big, wet mess.   One of the best things about Thanksgiving is the leftovers... but not when they freeze on the screen porch.  Apple and pumpkin pies do not freeze and thaw well - they just get soggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, it was hilarious how often people opened the refrigerator door just to find it empty.  We all did it out of habit, and then complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finishing my fifth day without refrigeration.&lt;br /&gt;I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;I want it back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful American TV is coming to fix it today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-2122157410909129521?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2122157410909129521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=2122157410909129521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2122157410909129521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2122157410909129521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankful-for-refrigeration.html' title='Thankful for Refrigeration'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-3204043903788995667</id><published>2008-11-26T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:03:02.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Prep</title><content type='html'>18 cups of flour makes 128 dinner rolls.  I know this because I quadrupled the Betty Crocker recipe today.  I've been kneading and rolling and shaping dinner rolls for 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I've made four pies (2 pumpkin, and 2 dutch apple), pistachio fluff, and roasted a 20 pound turkey.  I've also minced onions and celery in preparation for tomorrow's big event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of dough.  128 rolls sounds like a lot... but it's really not.  16 people coming for Thanksgiving dinner and another 9 on Friday for "leftovers" will eat a lot of rolls.  I hope I have a few leftover for myself on Saturday or Sunday!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will roast a second 20 pound turkey and make a dinner with all of the fixings.  (Dressing, stuffing, veggies, mashed potatoes, gravy, yum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three solid days of cooking is fun, but also exhausting!  My fingers and shoulders feel the work of kneading and rolling and kneading and rolling and kneading and rolling....  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-3204043903788995667?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3204043903788995667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=3204043903788995667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3204043903788995667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3204043903788995667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-prep.html' title='Thanksgiving Prep'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-4921200874846977579</id><published>2008-11-25T13:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:42:17.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kangaroos at Wal-Mart</title><content type='html'>My son works at Subway within a Super Wal-Mart store.  One day a couple comes into Subway, with a "baby" swaddled in blankets.  As they order sandwiches, a big tail flops out of the blankets.  Turns out it was really a baby kangaroo!    This story has become a classic in our family as we laugh about the insane things you may see at Wal-Mart stores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the saga continues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple also has a disabled goat, "Edward", which can't walk.&lt;br /&gt;Both the Roo and Goat wear "designer diapers"...&lt;br /&gt;And the Roo ("Jack" if you're close) sleeps with the woman every night...&lt;br /&gt;And they take their disabled goat and kangaroo with them on vacation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their RV broke down in while on vacation in Florida, and the story made the Milwaukee news!  Thank Goodness the Red Cross came to their aid with temporary motel shelter for the couple and their pets.  (Really, I can't make this stuff up...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todaystmj4.com/news/local/34762919.html"&gt;http://www.todaystmj4.com/news/local/34762919.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-4921200874846977579?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4921200874846977579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=4921200874846977579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/4921200874846977579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/4921200874846977579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/11/kangaroos-at-wal-mart.html' title='Kangaroos at Wal-Mart'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-1528563307882890543</id><published>2008-11-22T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:24:50.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny post on Obama's use of complete sentences</title><content type='html'>The post begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the first two weeks since the election, President-elect Barack Obama has broken with a tradition established over the past eight years through his controversial use of complete sentences, political observers say.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Read the short post here: &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/andy-borowitz/obamas-use-of-complete-se_b_144642.html"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/andy-borowitz/obamas-use-of-complete-se_b_144642.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Andy Borowitz for making me smile this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-1528563307882890543?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1528563307882890543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=1528563307882890543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1528563307882890543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1528563307882890543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-post-on-obamas-use-of-complete.html' title='Funny post on Obama&apos;s use of complete sentences'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-1970221076202216945</id><published>2008-11-19T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:16:12.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Candy</title><content type='html'>People released their list of the Sexiest Men Alive. Topping the list was Hugh Jackman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270556620467590418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SSTHUluN1RI/AAAAAAAAAWE/hkyoj368eLU/s400/majjackman-200x0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;At 6 ft. 2 in., all scruff and biceps, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/hugh_jackman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugh Jackman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; looms large in the epic Australia, which he says kept him "dirty 95 percent of the time" and left people stammering, "Oh ... my ... God," according to costar Nicole Kidman, who adds, "Women's jaws drop when Hugh walks into a room."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People posted a video showcasing 100 of the most sexiest me alive here:  &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/package/video/0,,20237714_20237719_20238484,00.html"&gt;http://www.people.com/people/package/video/0,,20237714_20237719_20238484,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy ladies, Enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, I'm just happy and thankful to call People Magazine's 101st sexiest man alive my husband.   (Love ya Toad!  BTW, I'd rank you #1!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-1970221076202216945?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1970221076202216945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=1970221076202216945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1970221076202216945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1970221076202216945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/11/eye-candy.html' title='Eye Candy'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SSTHUluN1RI/AAAAAAAAAWE/hkyoj368eLU/s72-c/majjackman-200x0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-7012537128896979767</id><published>2008-11-15T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:35:20.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas already?</title><content type='html'>Flipping through the radio stations today, I stumbled upon a station playing ALL CHRISTMAS music. Ahem -- it's only November 15th!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too soon... way too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  TBS is showing "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" on TV right now!!  WAAAAAYYYY TOO EARLY!!!  I'm outraged.  TV Christmas specials shouldn't begin until Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-7012537128896979767?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7012537128896979767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=7012537128896979767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7012537128896979767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7012537128896979767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-already.html' title='Christmas already?'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-5142025921410856216</id><published>2008-11-14T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:34:25.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Sucks</title><content type='html'>Why do large corporations decide to "downsize", "right size", "reorganize", or honestly "lay off" people right before the holidays? Would it be so hard to do this in September instead of December?? I mean, REALLY?? Would it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to tell people that their jobs are gone, especially those with young families. I certainly don't want to tell people to look for other work at a time when our country is facing the worst economic times since the Great Depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me "this is why you are paid the big bucks". I'm not. Really, I'm NOT. I make less than most of my employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to be strong and optimistic when my job is also likely on the chopping block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My main mantras to get me through this stressful time: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work is Work. If it was meant to be fun it wouldn't be spelled W-O-R-K. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That which doesn't kill us makes us stronger. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you choose to respond.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just keep repeating these three phrases over and over and over and over and over and over and over again....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, for those that know me... please be patient with me. This is incredibly hard for me.&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/8091730419891955132-5142025921410856216?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5142025921410856216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=5142025921410856216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5142025921410856216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5142025921410856216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-sucks.html' title='Work Sucks'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-1298095791560699039</id><published>2008-11-05T04:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:36:21.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteerism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>A New Dawn</title><content type='html'>I watched the sunrise this morning. It was another early day taking my husband to the airport. You can't watch a beautiful sunrise without feeling hope, optimism, and a sense of peace. It was a fitting morning to usher in a new day in American politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home, I watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; victory speech online. It was eloquent, stirring, beautiful, and gracious. His words and delivery were all that we've come to expect from this man. But let us not forget that &lt;strong&gt;he is just a man&lt;/strong&gt;.... A single solitary man that cannot change our nation by himself. His victory was the result of millions working together for a common cause. I hope that all of us that fought to elect Obama will continue to work even harder to bring about the change we really need in this country. It's not over folks, it's merely &lt;strong&gt;the chance to begin working&lt;/strong&gt; for the change we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say it any better than Barack did himself last night. Here is the excerpt that spoke to me loudly, and the part of his speech that isn't getting any media attention this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America - I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you - we as a people will get there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as President, and we know that government can't solve every problem. But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And above all, I will ask you join in the work of remaking this nation the only way it's been done in America for two-hundred and twenty-one years - block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What began twenty-one months ago in the depths of winter must not end on this autumn night. &lt;strong&gt;This victory alone is not the change we seek - it is only the chance for us to make that change&lt;/strong&gt;. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were. It cannot happen without you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves, but each other. Let us remember that if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers - in this country, we rise or fall as one nation; as one people. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let us resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long. Let us remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House - a party founded on the values of self-reliance, individual liberty, and national unity. Those are values we all share, and while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress. As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, "We are not enemies, but friends...though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection." And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn - I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your President too. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-1298095791560699039?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1298095791560699039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=1298095791560699039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1298095791560699039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1298095791560699039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-dawn.html' title='A New Dawn'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-5495895104033581062</id><published>2008-10-19T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:19:16.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam - 7th hour junior year of HS</title><content type='html'>This is why America lags behind other nations in education. My son attends a so-called "good school", a college prep school called Wayland Academy in Beaver Dam, WI. I stumbled across this video on YouTube of he and his friends spending 7th hour together.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljMgUazC1Mc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljMgUazC1Mc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-5495895104033581062?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5495895104033581062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=5495895104033581062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5495895104033581062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5495895104033581062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/10/adam-7th-hour-junior-year-of-hs.html' title='Adam - 7th hour junior year of HS'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-1522895746128524158</id><published>2008-10-16T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:38:30.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McCain Education policy = vouchers</title><content type='html'>McCain tried to "blast" Obama with this quote:  "Because there's not enough vouchers; therefore, we shouldn't do it, even though it's working. I got it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, McCAIN.  We shouldn't rely solely on the voucher system to improve our educational system because ALL CHILDREN DESERVE A GOOD EDUCATION, NOT JUST THOSE LUCKY ENOUGH TO RECEIVE A STINKIN' VOUCHER!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-1522895746128524158?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1522895746128524158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=1522895746128524158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1522895746128524158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1522895746128524158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/10/mccain-education-policy-vouchers.html' title='McCain Education policy = vouchers'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-1543781732080186245</id><published>2008-10-16T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:16:40.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Economists on the Economy</title><content type='html'>A&lt;a title=" (opens in a new window) " href="" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="GVAdLink" id="GVLINK_1_0_0" href="http://www.economist.com/world/unitedstates/displaystory.cfm?STORY_ID=12342127#"&gt;survey&lt;/a&gt; of academic economists by The Economist finds the majority—at times by overwhelming margins—believe Mr Obama has the superior economic plan, a firmer grasp of economics and will appoint better economic advisers.  Eighty per cent of respondents and no fewer than 71% of those who do not cleave to either main party say Mr Obama has a better grasp of economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the article and survey results here:  &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/world/unitedstates/displaystory.cfm?STORY_ID=12342127"&gt;http://www.economist.com/world/unitedstates/displaystory.cfm?STORY_ID=12342127&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you needed medical advice, would you ask a doctor or an accountant?   We need economic expertise, so shouldn't this survey offer voters some direction?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-1543781732080186245?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1543781732080186245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=1543781732080186245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1543781732080186245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1543781732080186245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/10/economists-on-economy.html' title='Economists on the Economy'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-7515144763773141856</id><published>2008-10-16T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:09:42.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate watchin'</title><content type='html'>Yup, that's watchin' without the "g".  I'm going to drop all of my G's in an attempt to understand McCain and whatever planet he is livin' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I care about "Joe the Plumber"?  (Dig deep, Fern... do you care about this fellow human being in Ohio?  Can I bring myself to feel sorry for him?)  Nope.  No, I don't.  If he makes over $250,000 a year, he is certainly able to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muddle through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; these economic times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I care that McCain feels offended by someone's criticism of his campaign?  (Note:  It wasn't Obama's criticism...)  Nope.... no, I don't.  Especially when Palin can stand silently by while her supporters yell "Kill Him" when Obama's name is spoken.  McCain and Palin are sowing seeds of hatred and fear in an attempt to win this campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain looks rigid, angry, and desperate.  Obama appears knowledgeable, calm, and collected.  I love watchin' McCain's facial expressions while Obama is speakin'.  It's almost like you can read his mind "don't get angry... don't get angry... I can't believe I'm here with this young whippersnapper... this should have been a slam dunk.  don't get angry.  why am I strugglin' against this newbie?  don't get angry.  Keep my face frozen... don't let my feelings show.  what should i say next??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm eavesdroppin' on a private conversation between Joe the Plumber and the candidates.  Will you please stop talkin' directly to Joe and address the rest of us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-7515144763773141856?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7515144763773141856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=7515144763773141856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7515144763773141856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7515144763773141856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/10/debate-watchin.html' title='Debate watchin&apos;'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8759285288247061894</id><published>2008-10-16T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:56:55.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet coke rant</title><content type='html'>When did the price of Diet Coke skyrocket?  A case was selling for $7.99 in the grocery store today.  I'm a Coke fan.  Don't try to give me Pepsi - it's NOT the same.  But at these prices I actually looked for an alternative.  Diet Pepsi was selling for $3.69 a 12-pack,  and that was On Sale!  What happened to sales where you could buy two 12-packs for $5.50 or $6???  I may have to give up my vice of cold, sweet tasting caffeine.  Maybe I'll have to be like Natalie and drink tea. yuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8759285288247061894?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8759285288247061894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8759285288247061894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8759285288247061894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8759285288247061894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/10/diet-coke-rant.html' title='Diet coke rant'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-3294890371881425706</id><published>2008-10-13T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T05:35:58.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Anne Kilkenny:  Bad things happen when good people stay silent</title><content type='html'>Anne Kilkenny is a homemaker and resident of Wasilla, Alaska. She has known Sarah Palin and her family for many years and attended 99% of the city council meetings while Palin was mayor. She writes an open letter to the public about Palin and her effect on Alaska. I hope you take the time to read it. (And yes, this was verified as a real letter from Anne by snopes.com, the New York Times, and other sources.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepresidentialcandidates.us/about-sarah-palin-a-letter-from-anne-kilkenny/741/"&gt;http://www.thepresidentialcandidates.us/about-sarah-palin-a-letter-from-anne-kilkenny/741/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-3294890371881425706?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3294890371881425706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=3294890371881425706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3294890371881425706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3294890371881425706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/10/anne-kilkenny-bad-things-happen-when.html' title='Anne Kilkenny:  Bad things happen when good people stay silent'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8448127468044621838</id><published>2008-10-10T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:52:49.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very scary and sad</title><content type='html'>My 401K return this year is -36.7%. &lt;br /&gt;I've lost over $22,000 in the last nine days.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even bring myself to write the amount of money I've lost this year.&lt;br /&gt;I may never be able to retire now. &lt;br /&gt;Gone are the dreams of leaving my current job in 10 more years and finding a job I may enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry....  and scream at the incompetent fools in Washington that let this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to stay positive and think of this only as a "paper loss"... that I really don't lose the money until I cash it in.  But it's very very difficult to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8448127468044621838?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8448127468044621838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8448127468044621838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8448127468044621838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8448127468044621838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-scary-and-sad.html' title='Very scary and sad'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-6481647465215991142</id><published>2008-10-07T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:22:10.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheapest gas in the whole US of A</title><content type='html'>Today I had the privilege of driving to Kenosha to see customers.  In case you've never been there, Kenosha is a dirty hole of a city.  Yuck.  Given the early hour, I chose to have my breakfast in transit.  A wonderful Kashi granola bar with chocolate chips - yum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what happens when you drop a chocolate chip on a heated leather seat?  It melts.  And it sticks to your pants if you have the misfortune of sitting on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what melted chocolate looks like stuck to your bottom??  Well, DO you?  It looks like you didn't make it to the bathroom in time and soiled yourself.  What a wonderful way to see customers!  (It wouldn't come off cleanly -- the stain just got bigger the more I tried to clean my pants.)  And, yes... I just had them dry cleaned.  A bad start to the work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later a rainbow appeared.  Kenosha has the CHEAPEST GAS IN THE ENTIRE USA!   I paid only $3.19 per gallon!!  Woo Hoo!!!  My day is looking brighter... despite looking like I crapped my pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-6481647465215991142?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6481647465215991142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=6481647465215991142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/6481647465215991142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/6481647465215991142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/10/cheapest-gas-in-whole-us-of.html' title='Cheapest gas in the whole US of A'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-5977059829381457614</id><published>2008-09-28T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:59:12.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palin's interview with Katie Couric</title><content type='html'>She may be able to help herself if she just took a breath before she spoke!!  It seems like she is trying too hard to prove that she knows the answer to these questions, so she just says anything that comes into her head immediately without thinking.  Say nothing, but intersperse some buzz words and maybe you'll look OK?  Is that the Republican plan???  My goodness... how many incomplete sentences can one person utter in a mere five minutes???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the portion of the interview focused on our economy and the impending bailout package...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=4476721n"&gt;http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=4476721n&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-5977059829381457614?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5977059829381457614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=5977059829381457614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5977059829381457614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5977059829381457614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/09/palins-interview-with-katie-couric.html' title='Palin&apos;s interview with Katie Couric'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-3627906795271818424</id><published>2008-09-24T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:35:34.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11 Changed Everything</title><content type='html'>I know this post is "late" from a calendar perspective.  I recently ran across a blog by Genie Maples, the artist of some of the abstract paintings in our house.  I've linked her to my page because she shares her political views and emotions so very eloquently.  She's recently posted a great deal of information about our current financial crisis, and I appreciate that she links to her reference sources.  Here is her post from 9/11/08:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, September 11, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="7950532693724725868"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remembrance and honor&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This morning, I woke with an instant awareness of the date (rarely happens) and the sentence in my head, "9/11 changed everything."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That sentiment has always bothered me. It's repeated over and over as a justification for the intentional erosion of the foundations that this wonder of a country was built upon: the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, the brilliant and evolved ideas, principles, hopes, and dreams of the founding fathers (and mothers). Their insistence that a more perfect union should at least be attempted. Their reasoned audacity to believe that this union was possible, that this ideal which had not even yet been achieved was worth dying for, worth risking everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If 9/11 had changed everything, the goals of the terrorists would have been achieved. What did they want but the destruction of the ideal that America represents? The goal was the destruction of this nation by the means of financial ruin brought about by the continuing reverberations of terror. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw the Towers fall again, graphic footage broadcast on TV at a political event, thrust at me without warning the form of a video montage. An intentional reverberation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thought, what an obscenely perfect image of the goal of the terrorists that visual was. A strike to the heart of this nation, right at the spot that would cause the internal beams we assumed were impervious to buckle, leaving this nation to collapse under the weight of its own greatness, for everything that we and those who have come before us have built floor by floor with hope and faith and honor and intellect and sweat and blood and tears and love... to bring that Great Experiment in an instant to dust, with the floor beneath our feet literally falling away. It was a horrific image to see again, and it was a horrific metaphor to follow through to conclusion. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I traveled to Ground Zero after the rescue efforts were complete, but when there were still flames rising from below, when the dust of destruction and human flesh was still in the air. So many people did. Because we wanted to know. We wanted to witness the reality. We wanted to mark what had happened. We wanted to honor and remember. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I choose to honor by continuing to hold to the foundation, to have faith that it has not buckled, that the greatness of this nation is not something that can be destroyed by a physical act. By rejecting the assertion that the event of 9/11 changed everything. It did not, unless we as a nation turn away from the ideals that made us great. Unless we assist in that destruction. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the immediate aftermath of the attack, we were one nation, in a way that we have not been in my lifetime. Since then the cry of 9/11 has been used to chip away at the structure and ideals that define us, the foundation that was still standing on 9/12.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone I love suggested that I delete political or controversial references from my blog because it might cost me sales. This economy has hit all but a few in this country hard. I don't think speaking what I believe will cost me financially, but if it were to, the future of this nation matters more to me than holding on to the immediate tenuous financial security my little family is trying to protect. There is something greater, not out there somewhere in the ether, but beneath our very feet. The ideals the Founding Fathers wrote about so eloquently, the foundation they laid for us to build upon are not some pie-in-the-sky dream I can brush away. It is the ground my family walks on. If we lose our house, there is the possibility of building another. If we lose the ground under our feet, if we lose the essential liberties and ideals that are this nation, what will we have?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9/11 did not change everything. Not yet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love this country. So I speak. I remember. I honor what is best about us. And I have faith that what is solid and real and great still stands. I mourn. I remember. And I hold to what still stands. So far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-3627906795271818424?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3627906795271818424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=3627906795271818424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3627906795271818424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3627906795271818424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/09/911-changed-everything.html' title='9/11 Changed Everything'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8802397954849554039</id><published>2008-09-24T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:45:06.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Luxury of Dishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SNqNv31JnUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kEhZxLyYTbU/s1600-h/HOME3_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249664169233980738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SNqNv31JnUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kEhZxLyYTbU/s400/HOME3_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm 43 years old (in a few more days..) and I've NEVER spent money on a set of dishes. That's right - NEVER. My first set of dishes were hand-me-downs from my mother-in-law. My second set of tableware were the kind you got free at the grocery store -- the "dish of the week" ceramic ones with strawberries on them. (Received every week for a year at Piggly Wiggly in Juneau WI.) My third set were used from a restaurant and donated to a group home that couldn't use them. And my fourth set were purchased by my second husband's ex-wife! (They came with him as part of the marriage. But he got my snowblower and lawnmower! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it frivolous for me to buy a new set of beautiful tableware? Probably. Do I love the way they look and take pleasure in my little luxury? Absolutely!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet "SengWare". They are beautiful, colorful, and sturdy. Dishwasher and microwave safe -- which is difficult to find in pretty plates. I bought the light blue ("Heaven"), dark blue ("Blueberry") , red ("Pimento"), and green ("Pistachio") ones. Bright contemporary colors that look great on my table or in my glass front cabinets!! PS: I bought the square plates, not round. :)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SNqIJd5766I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-ej16G0Yizo/s1600-h/HOME3_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249658011881565090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SNqIJd5766I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-ej16G0Yizo/s400/HOME3_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8802397954849554039?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8802397954849554039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8802397954849554039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8802397954849554039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8802397954849554039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/09/luxury-of-dishes.html' title='The Luxury of Dishes'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SNqNv31JnUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kEhZxLyYTbU/s72-c/HOME3_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-5942552061512508453</id><published>2008-09-21T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:48:05.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Test</title><content type='html'>OK, I took the Color Test that Natalie wrote about in her blog.  Tell me if you think it accurately described me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Occupational Category&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an ORGANIZER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key Words:Self-Control, Practical, Self-Contained, Orderly, Systematic, Precise, and Accurate&lt;br /&gt;These conservative appearing, plotting-types enjoy organizing, data systems, accounting, detail, and accuracy. They often enjoy mathematics and data management activities such as accounting and investment management. Persistence and patience allows them to do detailed paperwork, operate office machines, write business reports, and make charts and graphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORGANIZER CAREERS:  Suggested careers are Administrator, Secretary, Printer, Paralegal, Building Inspector, Bank Cashier, Private Secretary, Statistician, Operations Manager, Financial Analyst, Bookkeeper, Medical Records Technician, Developer of Business or Computer Systems, Clerical Worker, Proofreader, Accountant, Administrative Assistant, Banker, Certified Public Accountant, Credit Manager, Store Salesperson, Actuary, Dental Assistant, Business Education Teacher, Food Service Manager, IRS Agent, Budget Analyst, and Underwriter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORGANIZER WORKPLACES:  Your very careful, conscientious, conservative nature gives others the confidence to trust you with handling money and material possessions. Structured organizations that have well-ordered chains of command work best for you.&lt;br /&gt;Suggested Organizer workplaces are large corporations, business offices, financial lending institutions, banks, insurance companies, accounting firms, and quality control and inspection departments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Best Occupational Category&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a PERSUADER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key Words:Witty, Competitive, Sociable, Talkative, Ambitious, Argumentative, and Aggressive&lt;br /&gt;These enterprising types sell, persuade, and lead others. Positions of leadership, power, and status are usually their ultimate goal. Persuasive people like to take financial and interpersonal risks and to participate in competitive activities. They enjoy working with others inside organizations to accomplish goals and achieve economic success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-5942552061512508453?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5942552061512508453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=5942552061512508453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5942552061512508453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5942552061512508453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/09/color-test.html' title='Color Test'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-5263619426351221312</id><published>2008-09-15T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:15:27.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reformed Maverick</title><content type='html'>I used to like John McCain, but I can't get behind him in this election.  Now I know why!  He's not the same guy as evidenced by this humerous video clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/video/index.jhtml?videoId=184113&amp;amp;title=john-mccain-reformed-maverick"&gt;http://www.thedailyshow.com/video/index.jhtml?videoId=184113&amp;amp;title=john-mccain-reformed-maverick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-5263619426351221312?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5263619426351221312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=5263619426351221312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5263619426351221312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5263619426351221312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/09/reformed-maverick.html' title='The Reformed Maverick'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-7696105362766853865</id><published>2008-09-14T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:43:23.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Show on McCain &amp; Palin</title><content type='html'>I didn't make this stuff up!!!  But I was very VERY scared after listening to Palin's interview with Charlie Gibson.  Wow, and she is just one stroke away from the presidency!  And really -- isn't McCain close to death compared to Obama anyway???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/video/index.jhtml?videoId=184111&amp;amp;title=john-mccains-big-acceptance" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.thedailyshow.com/video/index.jhtml?videoId=184111&amp;amp;title=john-mccains-big-acceptance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-7696105362766853865?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7696105362766853865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=7696105362766853865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7696105362766853865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7696105362766853865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/09/daily-show-on-mccain-palin.html' title='The Daily Show on McCain &amp; Palin'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-3110249520305574385</id><published>2008-09-14T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:39:38.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colbert Report show responds to Palin as VP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/180118/august-29-2008/sarah-palin-for-vp" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/180118/august-29-2008/sarah-palin-for-vp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-3110249520305574385?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3110249520305574385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=3110249520305574385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3110249520305574385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3110249520305574385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/09/colbert-report-show-responds-to-palin.html' title='Colbert Report show responds to Palin as VP'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-1828952315165291909</id><published>2008-09-14T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:04:53.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNL Palin and Hillary -- Hilarious!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48cda6a3a6eca038/4727a2501a2a0f59/2ec53fd5/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-1828952315165291909?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1828952315165291909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=1828952315165291909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1828952315165291909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1828952315165291909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/09/snl-palin-and-hillary-hilarious.html' title='SNL Palin and Hillary -- Hilarious!!!!'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-3491083402260665669</id><published>2008-08-25T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:23:18.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE this hotel</title><content type='html'>You all know I'm living in a crappy hotel until our house construction is done. Along with the cigarette smelling, carpet burn holes, noisy door slamming neighbors and generally unclean conditions, I find this note under my door at 9:30pm when I return from a long day at work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Attention: The City of Madison will be shutting off the water on Tuesday, August 26th from 7:30 a.m. to 9:30 a.m. due to a water main break. We apologize for any inconveniences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a llooooonnnngggg day of work, I wanted to sleep in and report to my office at about 9am tomorrow. But, no! I need to get up early to partake in a simple shower. Drat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE:  I decided to work from home for the rest of the day, so I'm back the hotel at 11:20AM.  There is STILL no water.  It's odd that the housekeeping crew is "cleaning" the rooms on my floor.  How do you clean without water?  Eewww.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-3491083402260665669?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3491083402260665669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=3491083402260665669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3491083402260665669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3491083402260665669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-this-hotel.html' title='I HATE this hotel'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8155612703681305209</id><published>2008-08-25T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:03:36.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry and frustrated</title><content type='html'>Why can't people just do their jobs?  Why do adult men need to be babysat and nagged to do what they are paid to do??  (I'm not being sexist.  I only have male employees at the moment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales people are paid to SELL.  Sell anything, I don't care what!  But don't tell me at the beginning of the month that you will sell $50,000 of monthly contracts and only show up at month end with $4,000.  That's crap.  And it's double crap when I ask what is pending for sale, and the entire team is SILENT.  Why do you think you should still have a job??   Really, why shouldn't I just fire your collective asses??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8155612703681305209?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8155612703681305209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8155612703681305209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8155612703681305209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8155612703681305209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/angry-and-frustrated.html' title='Angry and frustrated'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-6715321159044331913</id><published>2008-08-24T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:48:50.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless??  I'm not so sure.</title><content type='html'>Summer of 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# of golf rounds =  zero&lt;br /&gt;# of times hiking =   zilch&lt;br /&gt;# of boating excursions = nada&lt;br /&gt;# of backyard barbeques = none&lt;br /&gt;# of trips to Home Depot = too many to count&lt;br /&gt;Time spent building the new house =  Priceless?? &lt;br /&gt;I'm fairly sure there IS a price, and it's not pretty....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-6715321159044331913?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6715321159044331913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=6715321159044331913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/6715321159044331913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/6715321159044331913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/priceless-im-not-so-sure.html' title='Priceless??  I&apos;m not so sure.'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8110479917519962432</id><published>2008-08-11T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:32:19.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's comfort food</title><content type='html'>I love my mom.  She is totally awesome.  She made me comfort food tonight.  That's right - round steak, mashed potatoes, gravy, veggies, and brownies.  It was soooooo good!  I've been living in a crappy hotel for the past four weeks.  So, I've been eating out or microwaving food.  My mommy loves me so much she cooked just to pamper me!  She even bought me a can opener as a gift!  Suddenly, the number of my microwavable food options exploded!  Yea Mom!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8110479917519962432?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8110479917519962432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8110479917519962432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8110479917519962432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8110479917519962432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/moms-comfort-food.html' title='Mom&apos;s comfort food'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8026709753197383689</id><published>2008-08-10T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:09:46.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so a guy cheated on his wife -- is this NEWS???</title><content type='html'>Fifty percent of married men cheat on their wives. Sad, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, John Edwards had an affair in 2006 and later confessed to his wife. She forgave him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whoopee&lt;/span&gt; -- is this really news???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Edwards isn't a candidate for president... or even a candidate for vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prez&lt;/span&gt;. Why do we care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John McCain cheated on his wife... with Cindy. He cheated on his first wife when he was 40 (eons ago..) even after she had a terrible car accident and required 18 (yes EIGHTEEN) surgeries. He left her for Cindy -- a younger and MUCH RICHER woman. (She's a beer baroness you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American media reports ad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nauseum&lt;/span&gt; about John Edwards (who is a mere civilian -not an elected official or a candidate for president). Why don't they report about McCain's "worst" philandering past??? Me thinks the media likes McCain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8026709753197383689?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8026709753197383689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8026709753197383689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8026709753197383689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8026709753197383689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-so-guy-cheated-on-his-wife-is-this.html' title='Ok, so a guy cheated on his wife -- is this NEWS???'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-5814365057866212109</id><published>2008-08-10T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:58:18.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia &amp; Russia - a 3 AM moment</title><content type='html'>From Politico.com...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the North Caucasus slid into war Thursday night, it presented &lt;a title="John McCain" href="http://search.politico.com/results.cfm?subject=John+McCain"&gt;John McCain&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Barack Obama" href="http://search.politico.com/results.cfm?subject=Barack+Obama"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with a true “3 a.m. moment,” and their responses to the crisis suggested dramatic differences in how each candidate, as president, would lead &lt;a title="United States" href="http://search.politico.com/results.cfm?subject=United+States"&gt;America&lt;/a&gt; in moments of international crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; offered a response largely in line with statements issued by democratically elected world leaders, including President Bush, first calling on both sides to negotiate, John McCain took a remarkably — and uniquely — more aggressive stance, siding clearly with Georgia’s pro-Western leaders and placing the blame for the conflict entirely on Russia. The abrupt crisis in an obscure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hotspot&lt;/span&gt; had the features of the real foreign policy situations presidents face — not the clean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hypotheticals&lt;/span&gt; of candidates’ white papers and debating points."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the whole story here... &lt;a href="http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0808/12409.html"&gt;http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0808/12409.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line for me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; yields more restraint and has more mainline views. McCain is a war-monger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you realize that Georgia started the conflict by invading the now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sovereign&lt;/span&gt; South &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ossetian&lt;/span&gt; capital as Russia’s powerful Prime Minister Vladimir Putin headed to Beijing for the Olympics?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-5814365057866212109?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5814365057866212109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=5814365057866212109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5814365057866212109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5814365057866212109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/georgia-russia-3-am-moment.html' title='Georgia &amp; Russia - a 3 AM moment'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8887540378513132897</id><published>2008-08-06T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:00:20.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McCain encourages his wife to enter topless contest</title><content type='html'>John McCain visited Sturgis, SD today.  If you aren't familiar with Sturgis... it's a wild biker weekend full of drunken debauchery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, McCain felt so comfortable at the event that he even volunteered his wife for the rally’s traditional beauty pageant, an infamously debauched event that’s been known to feature topless women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I encouraged Cindy to compete,” McCain said to cheers. “I told her with a little luck she could be the only woman ever to serve as first lady and Miss Buffalo Chip.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm OK with people wanting to be topless... just don't make others view it  unless they are willing.  But what would the media have done if Obama had offered up his wife for the event??  Seems like a media double-standard to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8887540378513132897?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8887540378513132897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8887540378513132897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8887540378513132897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8887540378513132897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/mccain-encourages-his-wife-to-enter.html' title='McCain encourages his wife to enter topless contest'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-4073345760031760251</id><published>2008-08-04T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:34:27.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The McCain Low Road</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of John McCain and his juvenile tactics.  I know that political campaigns get ugly and nasty, but I remember both Obama and McCain vowed to run honest, positive campaigns free of mud-slinging.  So far my opinion is that McCain is rolling around in the pigsty.  If I were Obama, I'd probably lower myself to those standards and fight back... but Obama must be a better person than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  McCain's "Celebrity" commercial.  The basic premise is that Obama is similar to Paris Hilton and Brittney Spears... saying he's "popular", but he can't lead.  Bull.  Malarky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  McCain's "The One" commercial running all over the Internet.  If you haven't seen it, it should anger you when you do.  It casts Obama as the Messiah and the coming of The Rapture.  The video even has clips from "The Ten Commandments" comparing Obama to Moses.  The message is clear -- mocking Obama as a Messiah, and not a realistic serious politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The latest McCain stunt is to hand out tire gauges labeled "Obama Energy Plan".  McCain claims that Obama's total energy plan is to have people properly inflate their tires.  Total Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really bothers me is that people hear false statements, and they believe it.  The average American is not interested in politics, and they don't take the time to research the facts.  People form opinions based upon soundbytes, and these soundbytes are completely and utterly false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift yourself out of the gutter, McCain, and have a real discussion about the issues facing us.  Energy.  Economy.  Jobs.  Healthcare.  Ending the war in Iraq.  Getting Bin Laden.  Restoring our world relationships.  Education.  Securing our nation. &lt;br /&gt;We don't need to have our time wasted with sensationalist false attacks.  I expected better of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-4073345760031760251?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4073345760031760251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=4073345760031760251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/4073345760031760251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/4073345760031760251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/mccain-low-road.html' title='The McCain Low Road'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-3232996908383372973</id><published>2008-08-03T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:12:59.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourist in your own town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lee and I went to Eau Claire to visit Cassie this weekend. It was so good to see her! We made Cassie a tourist in her own home town. We toured the Leinenkugel's Brewery on Saturday. With only 47 employees, they brew ALL of the Leinie's brews sold throughout the country right in Chippewa Falls, WI. It was pretty interesting, but the best part was sampling the brews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday night, we took Cassie and Chris to Fanny Hill Theatre. The dinner theatre was playing "Forever Plaid", a funny, light hearted musical comedy about a 50's group that died, but were able to perform one last time for us. Food was remarkably VERY good. They even had our favorite wine.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230355645519262370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SJX0v3wicqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/3MLhrWY4wn4/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230355650619090002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SJX0wKwbpFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2Ae_QrVgosE/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-3232996908383372973?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3232996908383372973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=3232996908383372973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3232996908383372973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3232996908383372973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/tourist-in-your-own-town.html' title='Tourist in your own town'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SJX0v3wicqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/3MLhrWY4wn4/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-6950359400556846643</id><published>2008-07-30T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:53:52.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Younger than John McCain</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm publishing this at the risk of being ageist...   &lt;br /&gt;I stumbled on a new website &lt;a href="http://www.thingsyoungerthanmccain.com/"&gt;http://www.thingsyoungerthanmccain.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the following things are YOUNGER than John McCain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  duct tape&lt;br /&gt;2.  the LP record&lt;br /&gt;3.  York Peppermint Patty&lt;br /&gt;4.  Kraft Macaroni and Cheese&lt;br /&gt;5.  the margarita&lt;br /&gt;6.  the flexible drinking straw&lt;br /&gt;7.  the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;8.  Mount Rushmore&lt;br /&gt;9.  McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;10. Bugs Bunny&lt;br /&gt;11.  the Hindenburg disaster&lt;br /&gt;12. polyester&lt;br /&gt;13. the shopping cart&lt;br /&gt;14. the automatic transmission (car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on... these were just a few that surprised me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-6950359400556846643?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6950359400556846643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=6950359400556846643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/6950359400556846643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/6950359400556846643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-younger-than-john-mccain.html' title='Things Younger than John McCain'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-2808550613355340773</id><published>2008-07-27T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:25:21.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Natalie!</title><content type='html'>Today's post is dedicated to our eldest daughter, Natalie, in honor of her birthday! Happy Birthday, Sweetie!! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. &amp;amp; Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227729158179528402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SIyf-L8-HtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/W5zjlpLumRc/s400/Age+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;College graduation...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227727115531913042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SIyeHSf1B1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/-9fM0bREJ4E/s400/PC140080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Halloween fun...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227729156526206242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SIyf-FyybSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-qoqLh52gD0/s400/Halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Superstar!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227730326362672434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SIyhCLxiTTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/TMB6n1siCnc/s400/superstar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughing at the family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227727113686064898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SIyeHLnvnwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wvYbqXdnZu0/s400/CIMG1315.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/8091730419891955132-2808550613355340773?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2808550613355340773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=2808550613355340773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2808550613355340773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2808550613355340773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-natalie.html' title='Happy Birthday, Natalie!'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SIyf-L8-HtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/W5zjlpLumRc/s72-c/Age+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-3816857410044031342</id><published>2008-07-26T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T07:39:10.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest for a healthy lifestyle</title><content type='html'>I need to lead a healthier lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;I need to eat better and workout on a regular basis -- not just for weight control, but for overall good health.&lt;br /&gt;The two hurdles are that I just don't enjoy exercise. At all. And I love food. I mean food is one of life's greatest joys. I love it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have oodles of excuses for not doing it. Everyone does. But no more excuses for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I begin documenting my progress. It will cause me to be accountable to myself if I write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals:&lt;br /&gt;1. Work out 30-60 minutes at least three times each week.&lt;br /&gt;2. No more eating doughnuts. (The hotel we're staying at has a small breakfast buffet, with doughnuts.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat a minimum of three servings of fruit or veggies every day.&lt;br /&gt;4. Three days each week without red meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals aren't huge... I'm purposely setting small goals on my eating, because that will be the hardest for me to change. After 4 weeks, I hope to set higher ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BTW, I rode over 12 miles on the stationary bike yesterday.... I've begun! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-3816857410044031342?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3816857410044031342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=3816857410044031342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3816857410044031342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/3816857410044031342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/quest-for-healthy-lifestyle.html' title='Quest for a healthy lifestyle'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-4723395541661679100</id><published>2008-07-21T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:40:42.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you "forget" to pay your taxes?</title><content type='html'>Per Newsweek's article, the McCain's haven't paid real estate taxes on a condo they own in San Diego county, CA for over three years.  They claim their trust company never received a bill, so they didn't pay.  Would that work for me, an average citizen?  The odd thing about the article is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amount&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of taxes owed.  In San Diego county, your taxes are a MINIMUM of 1% of the value of the property.  Why is the property so undervalued on the books??  Seems a little fishy to me, John and Cindy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/143775/"&gt;http://www.newsweek.com/id/143775/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-4723395541661679100?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4723395541661679100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=4723395541661679100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/4723395541661679100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/4723395541661679100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-do-you-forget-to-pay-your-taxes.html' title='How do you &quot;forget&quot; to pay your taxes?'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-1035686131803865171</id><published>2008-07-20T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:21:45.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis LIVES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SIOsP3VqZ6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/hPnsufpyoCI/s1600-h/Tony+Rocker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225209381232732066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SIOsP3VqZ6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/hPnsufpyoCI/s400/Tony+Rocker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elvis lives, baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He LIVES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And right here in Dane county, Wisconsin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woo Hoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to see an Elvis "Tribute Artist" (AKA impersonator) at a free concert in Black Earth, Wisconsin. I was skeptical. I love Elvis Presley's work, and I've never heard any one come close to sounding like him. I HATE it when someone butchers the King's songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pleasantly surprised by Tony Rocker and the Comeback Special. He hit the low notes perfectly! His rendition of American Trilogy was superb. If you closed your eyes, it could have been The King himself singing that song. Stage show was a bit lame -- too much of the judo moves. But the fans were freakin' hilarious!! Lots of blue haired women with scarves around their necks screaming for Tony to come touch their hand and kiss them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom has always been a huge Elvis fan. She agreed that this guy was good... but "he certainly doesn't have Elvis' butt!" (He is a tad scrawny. :) Check Tony Rocker out.... he's playing all over Wisconsin, including the State Fair, and his songs are available for downloading on iTunes. &lt;a href="http://www.tonyrocker.com/"&gt;http://www.tonyrocker.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-1035686131803865171?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1035686131803865171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=1035686131803865171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1035686131803865171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1035686131803865171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/elvis-lives.html' title='Elvis LIVES!'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SIOsP3VqZ6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/hPnsufpyoCI/s72-c/Tony+Rocker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-2270667771489338654</id><published>2008-07-16T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:02:59.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an era, beginning of a new one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SH613QtELlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-_JkQ14ji5Q/s1600-h/017+-+Copy+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223812578777771602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SH613QtELlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-_JkQ14ji5Q/s400/017+-+Copy+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye Oregon. We'll miss our great oak tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, we loaded up four storage units with all of our worldly belongings and moved to a small hotel. On Saturday, we cleaned the old house and our storage units were put into warehousing space. As of Monday morning, we were officially "homeless". We sold the Oregon house and are waiting for the new home construction to be completed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although neither of us liked the floor plan of the old house, it does hold our memories. This was the house where our children went through adolescence. (Sometimes angry, moody teenage times... and sometimes very sweet and heartwarming times. :) Saying good-bye is bittersweet. We'll always hold the memories of the good times near, but are also looking forward to embarking on life's next phase and journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long, good friend.  Thanks for the memories...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223812590727988194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SH6139OOA-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/stvwOUyxAhU/s400/018+-+Copy+(4).JPG" border="0" /&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/8091730419891955132-2270667771489338654?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2270667771489338654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=2270667771489338654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2270667771489338654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2270667771489338654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/end-of-era-beginning-of-new-one.html' title='End of an era, beginning of a new one'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SH613QtELlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-_JkQ14ji5Q/s72-c/017+-+Copy+(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8027163538151417846</id><published>2008-06-19T12:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:08:16.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Voting Republican"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiQJ9Xp0xxU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiQJ9Xp0xxU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, yet scary...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8027163538151417846?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8027163538151417846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8027163538151417846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8027163538151417846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8027163538151417846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-voting-republican.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Voting Republican&quot;'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-2175807829569566107</id><published>2008-06-18T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:30:38.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama on Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Take a listen to Barack Obama's speech on Father's Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hj1hCDjwG6M&amp;amp;feature=user"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hj1hCDjwG6M&amp;amp;feature=user&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change we need is not just going to come from government, but from each and every one of us.  We need individual responsibility, parents that take responsibility for their children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love his one quote:  "Any fool can have a child.  That doesn't make you a father.  It's the courage to raise a child that makes you a father."  Go Barack Go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-2175807829569566107?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2175807829569566107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=2175807829569566107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2175807829569566107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2175807829569566107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/obama-on-fathers-day.html' title='Obama on Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-4731612324504242959</id><published>2008-06-15T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:30:01.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Gates vs. GM</title><content type='html'>My mom sent this email to me and I couldn't help sharing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gates vs. GM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of  us who feel only the deepest love and affection for the way  computers  have enhanced our lives, read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a  recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the   computer industry with the auto industry and stated, 'If GM had  kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be  driving $25.00 cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  response to Bill's comments, General Motors issued a press  release stating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If GM had  developed technology like Microsoft, we would all be driving cars with the  following characteristics (and I just love this part):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For no  reason whatsoever, your car would crash........Twice a  day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Every  time they repainted the lines in the road, you would have to buy a new  car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason. You would  have to pull to the side of the road, close all of the windows, shut off the  car, restart it, and reopen the windows before you could continue. For some  reason you would simply accept this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Occasionally, executing a maneuver such as a left turn would cause your  car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would have to  reinstall the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, was reliable,  five times as fast and twice as easy to drive - but would run on only  five  percent of the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The  oil, water temperature, and alternator warning lights would all be  replaced by a single 'This Car Has Performed An Illegal Operation'  warning  light.I love the  next one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The  airbag system would ask 'Are you sure?' before deploying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Occasionally, for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned  the key and grabbed hold of the radio antenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Every  time a new car was introduced car buyers would have to learn how to drive all  over again because none of the controls would operate in the same manner as  the old car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You'd  have to press the 'Start' button to turn the engine off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-4731612324504242959?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4731612324504242959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=4731612324504242959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/4731612324504242959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/4731612324504242959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/gates-vs-gm.html' title='Gates vs. GM'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-2429474134761494189</id><published>2008-06-09T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T07:22:01.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Stormy weather</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed watching the storms this weekend, listening to the thunder and lightening.  Most of my weekends are spent running around picking out stuff for the new house, seeing friends and family.  With the severe storms, we spent a lot of time at home this weekend.  It was very relaxing lounging around - I even took a nap!  And I got a lot of work from the office done too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-2429474134761494189?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2429474134761494189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=2429474134761494189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2429474134761494189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/2429474134761494189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/stormy-weather.html' title='Stormy weather'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-5702032321794484393</id><published>2008-06-04T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:01:39.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisconsin living'/><title type='text'>Crappy Car</title><content type='html'>On occasion I've been told that I'm full of crap, but today, I literally was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My misfortune with vehicles continues.   I was peacefully driving my car 60 mph down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beltline&lt;/span&gt; in the right lane, just 1/2 mile before my exit.   Suddenly, the SUV in front of me swerved sharply to the left revealing what looked to be a large patch of mud covering the entire right lane for several yards.  I quickly checked my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blindspot&lt;/span&gt; -- drat, couldn't switch lanes because a car was hovering right behind my bumper in the middle lane.   Looked behind, but couldn't slow down quickly because another car is right behind me.  I had to drive through it.  It was so deep, that it was slippery.  Then the wave of stench hit me!  That's right -- it was CRAP.  A manure truck must have had a mishap on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beltline&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally had to bunch up my shirt and hold it over my face to avoid gagging and vomiting until I could get to the nearest car wash.  Two super deluxe washes (with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;underbody&lt;/span&gt; flush) later, my car still stinks.  I need a shower - I feel like my hair and skin have absorbed the stench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll chalk this up to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;craptastic&lt;/span&gt; living that you can only find in Wisconsin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-5702032321794484393?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5702032321794484393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=5702032321794484393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5702032321794484393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/5702032321794484393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/crappy-car.html' title='Crappy Car'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8538636769816565993</id><published>2008-06-03T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:01:05.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>McCain the Copy-Cat</title><content type='html'>What the &lt;a href="mailto:F%@K"&gt;F%@K&lt;/a&gt;??  Does McCain have one iota of originality??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; presidential campaign has been using the slogan "Change We Can Believe In" since he launched his bid.  His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rallies&lt;/span&gt; began and still use a chant of "Yes We Can".  These basic slogans never changed based upon the fleeting public opinion or sound bite media coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary Clinton used slogans of "Hillary Clinton for President", then "Ready on Day One", and finally "Solutions for America".   Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rallies&lt;/span&gt; even changed their chanting to "Yes She Will".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is good '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; John McCain, launching his campaign with the slogan of  "Time for a &lt;em&gt;Real&lt;/em&gt; Hero", which was quickly changed to "Ready From Day One" due to anti-war sentiment.  Now, he had the audacity to break out a new mantra of "A Leader We Can Believe In".  He's jumped onto the "change" bandwagon and is claiming to be the REAL candidate of change... the right change, not the wrong change.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;??  I guess he has proven he can change one word of an opponent's slogan and call it his own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8538636769816565993?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8538636769816565993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8538636769816565993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8538636769816565993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8538636769816565993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/mccain-copy-cat.html' title='McCain the Copy-Cat'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-1344845584257646343</id><published>2008-06-01T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T16:31:08.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>The "Popular Vote"</title><content type='html'>Last year, Hillary Clinton's team adamantly stated "its about delegates, not the number of states, not the popular vote, not how many caucuses you win... it's about getting the right number of delegates".  Hmmm, really??  Now, it seems the Hillary camp is all about asserting the idea that she should be the democratic nominee because she has "won the popular vote".  When you look under the covers, Camp Hillary doesn't quite count all of the votes in her calculation of the "popular vote".. including seven primaries!    Below is a copy of Rachel Maddow's recent blog...  (She can be found on 92.1 FM in Madison or at &lt;a href="http://airamerica.com/maddow"&gt;http://airamerica.com/maddow&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so TIRED of our politicians and media skewing information so that the mass population is kept uninformed and confused...&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddow: Popular Vote&lt;br /&gt;By Rachel Maddow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the potential outcomes from yesterday's Rules &amp;amp; Bylaws Committee meeting was that there would be doubt cast on the "magic number" of delegates needed to clinch the nomination. That didn't happen. There is an agreed-upon magic number: 2118.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there hadn't been a new agreed-upon magic number after yesterday's meeting, the Clinton campaign could argue that she should stay in because no one has clinched the nomination.&lt;br /&gt;Now that there is an agreed-upon magic number, will Clinton agree to leave the race after Obama reaches that magic number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton adviser Harold Ickes on Meet the Press this morning would not agree that if Obama achieves 2118 delegates, Clinton will concede. He said instead that he does not believe that Obama will achieve that milestone (I don't believe in smaller-than-standard spare tires, but apparently they do exist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the campaign has unveiled their new ad -- about how she's winning the popular vote.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at MSNBC and am having trouble with html here -- the link to the ad is here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://tpmelectioncentral.talkingpointsmemo.com/2008/06/new_hillary_ad_in_montana_trum.php" href="http://tpmelectioncentral.talkingpointsmemo.com/2008/06/new_hillary_ad_i..."&gt;http://tpmelectioncentral.talkingpointsmemo.com/2008/06/new_hillary_ad_i...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clinton Campaign spokespeople are in lockstep explaining how Clinton's winning the nomination because she's winning the popular vote. They're apparently going to keep claiming that even after Obama reaches 2118 delegates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my question.&lt;br /&gt;If a popular vote victory is going to be considered important enough that it precludes a concession from Clinton even after Obama apparently clinches the nomination (by winning 2118 delegates)... then, um, I think I have to raise an uncomfortable fact about how the "popular vote" is being tallied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Todd just explained on MSNBC that the tally being used by the Clinton campaign to explain its popular vote victory... does not include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUAM&lt;br /&gt;VIRGIN ISLANDS&lt;br /&gt;DEMOCRATS' ABROAD&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON STATE&lt;br /&gt;MAINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, the popular vote tally only includes estimates of the vote total in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVADA&lt;br /&gt;IOWA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, Obama won six of those seven contests (Clinton won the Nevada caucuses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth can you justify a popular vote "victory" that includes vote tallies from Michigan, but not six within-the-rules, legal contests that Obama won?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's hoopty to accept the popular vote as ar elevant primary measurement anyway -- but to buy the *tally* that doesn't count six contests that Obama won? That's honestly bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-1344845584257646343?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1344845584257646343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=1344845584257646343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1344845584257646343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1344845584257646343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/popular-vote.html' title='The &quot;Popular Vote&quot;'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8730215578462323745</id><published>2008-05-21T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:27:02.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Questions...</title><content type='html'>I've driven over ten hours in the past three days. Few radio stations transmit 100 miles north of Madison. My choices included ministry sermons, country music, and the farm report. I had lots of time to think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Women hate to see the first sign of wrinkles around their eyes. After 40, you realize how much you HATE your NECK. (Eyes are far more prettier than necks!) Plastic surgeons can't fix your neck without a full facelift! (Note to the youngsters: Use a moisturizer with sunscreen on your neck EVERY SINGLE day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Why does bread remain fresh a LOT longer now than it did five years ago? Really - do you remember when even Wonder Bread turned into a science project after 2 weeks... but now almost all bread lasts for 3-4 weeks in my pantry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Why is the cold water in the bathroom so much colder than the water in the kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I wish I had worn a bikini more when I was younger. After 40, it's hard... and you mourn the body you had at 25 and 30. I wish I wore a bikini for the full five years between 25 and 30 (yes, even in the house during the winter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Why do we have an interstate highway in Hawaii? What state does it connect to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I watched interviews of West Virginia voters last week. People said they didn't vote for Barack Obama because (1) he was of a different race and that "worried" them; (2) he was a "muslim"; and (3) They had enough "of Hussein".. Senator Obama's middle name. I am amazed at the small mindedness of rural West Virginia voters. Kentucky voters yielded similar results... WOW, America is still very much a redneck country. (BTW, Obama is a CHRISTIAN, not that it should really matter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who moved my CHEESE? (See motivational book of same name by Dr. Spencer Johnson). Bottom line: We all deal with change in different ways. The "cheese" is our desire... and how we find it differs in the way we tackle (or don't tackle) change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What do people see in Bleu Cheese? It sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8730215578462323745?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8730215578462323745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8730215578462323745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8730215578462323745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8730215578462323745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/05/questions.html' title='Questions...'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-679004830717897500</id><published>2008-05-20T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:20:14.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car + Me = Trouble</title><content type='html'>It's a bad week for automobiles.  At least for automobiles and ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I was a tool.  I'll admit it.  I was totally at fault and a tool.  I was driving on "autopilot", and momentarily looked down to plug in my cell phone.  BOOM!  I hit the shoulder, over-corrected, and spun out BADLY.  I ended up in the median of a 4-lane highway, putting large ruts in the grass.  It's amazing I didn't roll over actually.  Very, very, VERY lucky there wasn't a car in the left lane, or I would have been severely injured or dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I've been EXTREMELY careful with my driving ever since.  Today, I drove to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eau&lt;/span&gt; Claire to see Cassie and meet one of my new employees.  I was driving along, minding my own business when a county sheriff pulled me over.  (BTW, I'm not a fan of Jackson County anymore..)  Evidently, it's illegal to drive with only one license plate in Wisconsin.  Now, we've had this truck for at least four years.  And it's only ever had a rear plate.  The auto dealer never installed the front plate.  When asked in the past, my husband insisted that we only need a rear plate.  Well, let me tell you... the Jackson County Sheriff Dept was adamant that both front and rear plates must be displayed on Wisconsin vehicles at all times.  Drat.   And, I was speeding... 73 in a 65 mph zone.  Double Drat.  The sheriff gave me a warning on both counts.  Yea!  I guess Jackson County isn't so bad after all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a bad week for me and cars.  Pray for me - I drive to Milwaukee tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-679004830717897500?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/679004830717897500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=679004830717897500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/679004830717897500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/679004830717897500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/05/car-me-trouble.html' title='Car + Me = Trouble'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-8348783472633339313</id><published>2008-05-14T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:47:28.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Door County'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiple sclerosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS Challenge Walk'/><title type='text'>50 Miles in 3 Days - MS Challenge Walk</title><content type='html'>When the doctor told us last month that Ashley had MS, I vowed to complete the MS Challenge Walk in Door County, WI this October.  Participants walk 50 miles in three days and pledge to raise a minimum of $1,500 in donations that help to find a cure for multiple sclerosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends and coworkers asked me today about the event.  Mary keeps telling me that we have to "train" for this walk.   Hmmmm.... what did I get myself into?  Well, the MS web site lays out a specific 18 week training program for the Challenge Walk.  I begin my training today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found another walker online today.  Check out her blog with a link to a video of last year's Challenge Walk in Southern California.  &lt;a href="http://walkforms.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://walkforms.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day down... 125 more to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-8348783472633339313?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8348783472633339313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=8348783472633339313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8348783472633339313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/8348783472633339313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/05/50-miles-in-3-days-ms-challenge-walk.html' title='50 Miles in 3 Days - MS Challenge Walk'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-4717927247924458309</id><published>2008-05-13T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:28:00.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ingrid Bergman'/><title type='text'>Old Movie</title><content type='html'>Dialog I recently heard on an old 1940's movie of two sisters talking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don’t know what you expect from a man. You know there’s a limit to how entertaining they can be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, they ought to be able to talk a little. Simple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sentences&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You told me he was good looking and danced beautifully. That’s all a woman’s entitled to. You can always read a good book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear little sister, go wash your mind with soap."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's scripts just don't compare with those written for Ingrid Bergman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-4717927247924458309?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4717927247924458309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=4717927247924458309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/4717927247924458309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/4717927247924458309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-movie.html' title='Old Movie'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-1005886149466465713</id><published>2008-05-13T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:19:42.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball pics</title><content type='html'>My son, Adam, is a junior on Wayland Academy's varsity baseball team, and normally plays second base. He hates it when I compliment him, but doesn't he look good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SCpKKfYBiXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-sCk2oiVnAQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200050263834069362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SCpKKfYBiXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-sCk2oiVnAQ/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200051646813538706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SCpLa_YBiZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WUzpv6sT19M/s400/021+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-1005886149466465713?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1005886149466465713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=1005886149466465713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1005886149466465713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/1005886149466465713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/05/baseball-pics.html' title='Baseball pics'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SCpKKfYBiXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-sCk2oiVnAQ/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091730419891955132.post-7580636918283710710</id><published>2008-05-13T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:52:29.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will miss us when we're gone?</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling quite emotional this evening. I've been watching a movie, "Catch and Release", which is a manipulative "love story". A woman's fiance dies, and she learns more about him after his death than she knew beforehand. Who will care when we die? Will it be the love we left behind? The person we support financially? Or the friend who attempts suicide because they feel guilt about our passing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die, I hope my kids still retain their relationships with Lee and their stepsisters. If Lee dies, I hope Cassie, Natalie, and Jeff still want a relationship with me and my kids. I know it would kill Lee or I to lose the closeness of our stepkids... we both love eachother's kids as if they were our own biological children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really believe our family is MUCH luckier than most. I believe we truly do love eachother, regardless of DNA. But, the rubber meets the road when people no longer feel an obligation. I pray we never need to deal with a loss before we are all too old to want anything but death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's measure in life is not their material accomplishments, but the impact they leave on other human beings in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091730419891955132-7580636918283710710?l=fernsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7580636918283710710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8091730419891955132&amp;postID=7580636918283710710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7580636918283710710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091730419891955132/posts/default/7580636918283710710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-will-miss-us-when-were-gone.html' title='Who will miss us when we&apos;re gone?'/><author><name>Fern608</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04942414667516992910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_moS0KM5eHl8/SBm_Y304-YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Udlo1IGIAJI/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
