<?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-11499076</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:52:21.469-04:00</updated><category term='On'/><title type='text'>promenadeit</title><subtitle type='html'>My blog consists of... whatever happens to flow out of my head when I decide to turn the faucet on.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>579</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-3432153068559978157</id><published>2010-02-02T20:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:26:25.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February 14th..be there!</title><content type='html'>Okay, YOU don't have to 'be there', but I will! Yeah, I'm going to sign up for this race tomorrow; why not? No, I haven't run 5 miles before, but that doesn't mean that I CAN'T- I just have never attempted it before, is all. So sign up, I will, and aside from all of the obvious benefits of running five miles, maybe the best will be a rare Sunday off for me!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/S2jPi7Fcm_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/fz7sqn7AOnk/s1600-h/PK2010_LOGO_WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433821149305543666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/S2jPi7Fcm_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/fz7sqn7AOnk/s200/PK2010_LOGO_WEB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-3432153068559978157?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3432153068559978157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=3432153068559978157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3432153068559978157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3432153068559978157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-14thbe-there.html' title='February 14th..be there!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/S2jPi7Fcm_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/fz7sqn7AOnk/s72-c/PK2010_LOGO_WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-3213346135248772558</id><published>2010-02-02T19:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:45:15.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish,Splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/S2jDE1BD5rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Wk2E_qTfduQ/s1600-h/gh_luke_laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433807438140925618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/S2jDE1BD5rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Wk2E_qTfduQ/s200/gh_luke_laura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-3213346135248772558?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3213346135248772558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=3213346135248772558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3213346135248772558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3213346135248772558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi.html' title='Splish,Splash'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/S2jDE1BD5rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Wk2E_qTfduQ/s72-c/gh_luke_laura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-8100299954940962605</id><published>2009-11-03T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:37:22.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like It or Hate It,,,,,</title><content type='html'>I tell you,&lt;br /&gt;I Love You&lt;br /&gt;Is it to let,&lt;br /&gt; You know&lt;br /&gt; Or convince&lt;br /&gt;Myself &lt;br /&gt;That it’s all the same&lt;br /&gt;The sugar-coated pain&lt;br /&gt;Is hard,&lt;br /&gt; To deny.&lt;br /&gt;‘cause would you&lt;br /&gt; Even , &lt;br /&gt;miss me?&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn’t,&lt;br /&gt;Around?&lt;br /&gt;Used to think,&lt;br /&gt;I knew &lt;br /&gt;The answer&lt;br /&gt;But your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;No longer, &lt;br /&gt;Convincing&lt;br /&gt;And I just,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t shake&lt;br /&gt;The deep down pull&lt;br /&gt;That leaves,&lt;br /&gt; Me &lt;br /&gt;Cold&lt;br /&gt;And I just,&lt;br /&gt; Want you back.&lt;br /&gt;Christine 11.03.09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-8100299954940962605?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/8100299954940962605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=8100299954940962605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8100299954940962605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8100299954940962605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-it-or-hate-it.html' title='Like It or Hate It,,,,,'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5279983056804670110</id><published>2009-10-12T18:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:07:07.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's C25K Workout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/StO0iwjNrwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/puhW55vIQZA/s1600-h/image.asp.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/StO0iwjNrwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/puhW55vIQZA/s200/image.asp.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391851688133766914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:   &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk 1/4 mile (or 2-1/2 minutes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sooo proud of myself! I just need to remember to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; still finding myself holding my breathe, but by the middle of my first five minute run, I concentrated on it more, and got it down.&lt;br /&gt;Especially psyched for my 5K on Saturday; get to where the above shirt in honor of  my friend's Mom who passed away from cancer. She was quite a gal, and believe me, it is truly an honor to proudly' wear ' her name, and I plan to wear this shirt for every race 'til I wear it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5279983056804670110?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5279983056804670110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5279983056804670110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5279983056804670110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5279983056804670110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/10/todays-c25k-workout.html' title='Today&apos;s C25K Workout'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/StO0iwjNrwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/puhW55vIQZA/s72-c/image.asp.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-8490743391757776629</id><published>2009-10-05T19:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T04:31:13.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's no one there I really wanted to talk to".....</title><content type='html'>Jim Croce- Operator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator, oh could you help me place this call&lt;br /&gt;You see the number on the matchbook is old and faded&lt;br /&gt;She's livin' in L.A.&lt;br /&gt;With my best old ex-friend Ray&lt;br /&gt;A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the way they say it goes&lt;br /&gt;But let's forget all that&lt;br /&gt;And give me the number if you can find it&lt;br /&gt;So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show&lt;br /&gt;I've overcome the blow&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to take it well&lt;br /&gt;I only wish my words could just convince myself&lt;br /&gt;***That it just wasn't real***&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the way it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator, oh could you help me place this call&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't read the number that you just gave me&lt;br /&gt;There's something in my eye's&lt;br /&gt;You know it happens every time&lt;br /&gt;I think about the love that I thought would save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the way they say it goes&lt;br /&gt;But let's forget all that&lt;br /&gt;And give me the number if you can find it&lt;br /&gt;So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show&lt;br /&gt;I've overcome the blow&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to take it well&lt;br /&gt;I only wish my words could just convince myself&lt;br /&gt;That it just wasn't real&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the way it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;Thats not the way it feels&lt;br /&gt;Operator oh let's forget about this call&lt;br /&gt;There's no one there I really wanted to talk to&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time&lt;br /&gt;Oh you've been so much more than kind&lt;br /&gt;And you can keep the dime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the way they say it goes&lt;br /&gt;But let's forget all that&lt;br /&gt;And give me the number if you can find it&lt;br /&gt;So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show&lt;br /&gt;I've overcome the blow&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to take it well&lt;br /&gt;I only wish my words could just convince myself&lt;br /&gt;That it just wasn't real&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the way it feels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-8490743391757776629?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/8490743391757776629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=8490743391757776629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8490743391757776629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8490743391757776629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-no-one-there-i-really-wanted-to.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s no one there I really wanted to talk to&quot;.....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-2528339077717350913</id><published>2009-10-04T16:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:52:27.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>on too many levels to count...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-2528339077717350913?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/2528339077717350913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=2528339077717350913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2528339077717350913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2528339077717350913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/10/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-4012966262570181031</id><published>2009-10-03T19:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:14:50.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhhh..Yeah's</title><content type='html'>~ how ...laughable to name your band 'Whitesnake' after your supposedly supersized dick?? When will some of you guys learn, it's not so much how big or long your thing is, it's what you can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; with it. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*sheesh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my extreme opposition of anything Barry Obama has nothing, I repeat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to do with his race. Do you understand that?? I despise him because he is an unworthy, unqualified communist. Stop using the race card, damnit, and stop insulting my intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; remember when radio stations would bleep out the 'pain in the ass' line from Blondie's Heart of Glass, and when Steve Miller sang 'funky shit' from Big Ole Jetairliner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/11499076-4012966262570181031?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/4012966262570181031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=4012966262570181031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/4012966262570181031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/4012966262570181031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/10/uhhhyeahs.html' title='Uhhh..Yeah&apos;s'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-152636567654704221</id><published>2009-10-03T19:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:20:49.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH.....</title><content type='html'>* A six-pack of Shipyard Pumpkinhead Ale- $8.99&lt;br /&gt;* a pair of uber-comfortable really bitchin'Nike running shoes from Kohl's that just propelled me on a satisfying walk/run- $38.99 on sale.&lt;br /&gt;* having nothing but the sound of the banjo clock to serenade me in the silence of my house which is temporarily devoid of offspring- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;priceless$.&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/11499076-152636567654704221?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/152636567654704221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=152636567654704221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/152636567654704221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/152636567654704221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahhhh.html' title='AHHHH.....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-875507572019347577</id><published>2009-10-03T17:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:33:37.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SsfDBl5R56I/AAAAAAAAAI4/nMtFm63XyIE/s1600-h/5613_1103033750094_1654243370_374054_4544724_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SsfDBl5R56I/AAAAAAAAAI4/nMtFm63XyIE/s200/5613_1103033750094_1654243370_374054_4544724_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388489911291733922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SsfC8IyXwwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FRXI5fSUO2g/s1600-h/rerun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SsfC8IyXwwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FRXI5fSUO2g/s200/rerun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388489817578783490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separated at birth??&lt;br /&gt;I think not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-875507572019347577?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/875507572019347577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=875507572019347577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/875507572019347577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/875507572019347577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/10/separated-at-birth-i-think-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SsfDBl5R56I/AAAAAAAAAI4/nMtFm63XyIE/s72-c/5613_1103033750094_1654243370_374054_4544724_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-1761767290943621627</id><published>2009-10-03T17:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:04:20.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not looking for any donations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;for this one..... http://www.kaylasbeatgoeson.org/kb/participants/participantpage.asp?fundid=226&amp;amp;uid=360&amp;amp;role=5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;just proudly announcing that I will be participating in this one on the 17th, and while I, of course, plan on walking the 3.5 miles, (seeing as it is a walk, duh) I also plan to run as much of it that I can, as well. While this is not my first 5k( I did the Brockton Hospital Champions Cancer Walk in 2001) this is my first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;serious  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5K. I am training to hopefully be able to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;a 5K in about 4 months, so this is like a.....warm up, if you will, for me. And it won't be last last or only. I am keeping it as local as possible from now on, and am really psyched for this, and for the progress I am continuing to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yay me!! *prodigiously patting meself on the back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-1761767290943621627?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/1761767290943621627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=1761767290943621627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1761767290943621627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1761767290943621627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-not-looking-for-any-donations.html' title='I&apos;m not looking for any donations...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5011232823261828187</id><published>2009-10-01T19:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:29:54.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's workout playlist</title><content type='html'>It's My Life- TalkTalk&lt;br /&gt;Planet Earth- DuranDuran&lt;br /&gt;Sound of Thunder- DuranDuran&lt;br /&gt;Is There Something I Should Know?- DuranDuran&lt;br /&gt;Lips Like Sugar- Echo and the BunnyMen&lt;br /&gt;Jive Talking- BeeGee's&lt;br /&gt;Take on Me- Aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVING this walking/running stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5011232823261828187?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5011232823261828187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5011232823261828187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5011232823261828187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5011232823261828187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/10/tonights-workout-playlist.html' title='Tonight&apos;s workout playlist'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-616820445864310311</id><published>2009-09-25T05:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:01:09.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where oh Where would we be without AlGore??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SryUOHsTiaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/J6mKzpj2xDo/s1600-h/full-size.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SryUOHsTiaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/J6mKzpj2xDo/s200/full-size.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385342224732228002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SryTayXvDSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zEshgoeW8NI/s1600-h/milenovic_yugo_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SryTayXvDSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zEshgoeW8NI/s200/milenovic_yugo_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385341342835477794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there'd be a lot less to goof on, that's for sure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Gore(who's picture I refuse to post due to obvious reasons), that inventor of the internet and subject of that epitome of shmaltz, Love Story, is now going to save the planet with his latest invention, The Karma(sp), a plug -in car.&lt;br /&gt;Will it  eerily resemble this -------&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Al?? Want to really do something to conserve energy and preserve the planet? Why not downsize where you live, and cut YOUR home energy costs? And will Al and the Tipster be tooling around town in a Karma? Bet their ride of choice is something resembling the Escalade shown above, which while is a hybrid, is still a dreaded SUV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the fodder comin', Al Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-616820445864310311?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/616820445864310311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=616820445864310311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/616820445864310311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/616820445864310311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-oh-where-would-we-be-without.html' title='Where oh Where would we be without AlGore??'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SryUOHsTiaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/J6mKzpj2xDo/s72-c/full-size.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5768337677375597976</id><published>2009-09-24T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:34:58.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Woman is my inspiration....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SrwBBT1hzgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lL8jjcn2ie8/s1600-h/rightpathsept200.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SrwBBT1hzgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lL8jjcn2ie8/s200/rightpathsept200.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385180376444554754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-243-297--13258-0,00.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading about Rosie pretty much cemented my resolve to improve myself through running. She rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5768337677375597976?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5768337677375597976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5768337677375597976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5768337677375597976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5768337677375597976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-woman-is-my-inspiration.html' title='This Woman is my inspiration....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SrwBBT1hzgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lL8jjcn2ie8/s72-c/rightpathsept200.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-142447937101761108</id><published>2009-09-24T17:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:07:31.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Witticisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;witty-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;–adjective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;1.  possessing wit in speech or writing; amusingly clever in perception and expression: a witty writer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;2.  characterized by wit: a witty remark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;3.  British Dialect. intelligent; clever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Synonyms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;1, 2. droll, funny, original, sparkling, brilliant. See humorous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-142447937101761108?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/142447937101761108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=142447937101761108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/142447937101761108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/142447937101761108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/09/witticisms.html' title='Witticisms'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-6897170078073743626</id><published>2009-09-23T05:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T05:32:07.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Style Points...</title><content type='html'>are to be awarded to McDonald's for getting the lexicon of my New England dead-on correct( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uFbxpWFs2jA), but why-oh-why is it so damn hard to get the accent down right?? I realize that the fact that it varies from New England state to NewEngland state, even from county to county makes a perfect translation a bitch, but sheesh, in this ad, the guys sound like a cross between and Aussie and a Scotsman!&lt;br /&gt;Close, McD's, but no cigar(sounds like cig-ah).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-6897170078073743626?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/6897170078073743626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=6897170078073743626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6897170078073743626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6897170078073743626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/09/style-points.html' title='Style Points...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5733535974904849238</id><published>2009-09-22T18:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:46:58.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments?</title><content type='html'>I have been at this blogging business for 4 years now, and while the comments have been there, they are sporadic at best. It leads me to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;anyone is reading this?&lt;br /&gt;does anyone care?&lt;br /&gt;I understand that my posting of songs is not exactly rave-worthy, but those songs are part of the wacky fabric that is me; hence, why I share them.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of whether my blog is liked or not, I will soldier on, because as I have stated before, it is my outlet, my grip on sanity, if you will. There is nothing like an enema for the brain.&lt;br /&gt;But that being said, seeing as I am  of the human varietal , and humans naturally crave... attention(?) ,feedback of the positive and negative kind would be most appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin. And if you choose to remain silent... then that's cool as well. I will just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assume &lt;/span&gt;that my pithy posts(ha!!) are being consumed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5733535974904849238?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5733535974904849238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5733535974904849238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5733535974904849238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5733535974904849238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/09/comments.html' title='Comments?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-2764175799461412967</id><published>2009-09-22T18:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:27:26.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, and?</title><content type='html'>FaceBook is the BEST internet invention ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*just sayin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-2764175799461412967?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/2764175799461412967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=2764175799461412967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2764175799461412967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2764175799461412967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-and.html' title='Oh, and?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-7173729470869572712</id><published>2009-09-22T18:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:27:54.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night's workout playlist</title><content type='html'>~Are You Gonna be My Girl?- Jet(if you can't shake your groovethang to this, then your clinically dead.)&lt;br /&gt;~ Lips Like Sugar- Echo and the BunnyMen. Excellent tempo for raising that heart rate.&lt;br /&gt;~Take on Me- Aha. See above.&lt;br /&gt;~Careless Memories- DuranDuran.&lt;br /&gt;~Is There Something I Should Know? - DuranDuran&lt;br /&gt;~C30C60C90Go!-BowWowWow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-7173729470869572712?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/7173729470869572712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=7173729470869572712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/7173729470869572712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/7173729470869572712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/09/lat-nights-workout-playlist.html' title='Last night&apos;s workout playlist'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-6895443883645420842</id><published>2009-09-22T17:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:53:49.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why I am glad that it is officially autumn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SrlB_itrbvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/47kbH6E1ixw/s1600-h/120124297_9088d52eab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SrlB_itrbvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/47kbH6E1ixw/s200/120124297_9088d52eab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384407389404098290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, ladies, for the love of all that is just and decent in this world..STOP DRESSING LIKE THIS!!!!!! AAARRRGGHHHH, there is nothing worse than seeing a walking bakery stuffed into clothing that is meant for someone who is smaller! STOP IT! Dress for your size! And face it- if you are anything over a size 18, then your clothing choices just hopped off of the cool train and landed on Blah Street. As unfair as that may seem, it's a necessary truth. All of those rolls and bulges look  a bazillion times worse than they already do when crammed into a spandex top , or a pair of hip huggers. &lt;shudder&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, accentuate your positives! DO NOT ACCENTUATE THE NEGATIVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;You don't look sexy. You don't kicky, you don't look younger.&lt;br /&gt;You look foolish.&lt;br /&gt;You look pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to wear clothes that are sexy , stylish, etc then hey, why not try to lose some of that unhealthy poundage? I mean, think about it; plus sized clothing is .... ugly. It has to be, because of all of the excess material needed to create each piece. I have lived the plus-sized ugly dream, and trust me; a kick ass  sweaty 45 minute 3 mile walk is so worth being able to dress as I WANT to, not as I  HAVE to.&lt;br /&gt;Think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*there. I feel so much better.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/shudder&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-6895443883645420842?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/6895443883645420842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=6895443883645420842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6895443883645420842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6895443883645420842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/09/reasons-why-i-am-glad-that-it-is.html' title='Reasons why I am glad that it is officially autumn...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SrlB_itrbvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/47kbH6E1ixw/s72-c/120124297_9088d52eab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-8230708091126322203</id><published>2009-09-21T19:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:54:45.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love what the Good Lord gave ya....</title><content type='html'>I do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Fat_Bottomed_Girls/416478&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-8230708091126322203?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/8230708091126322203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=8230708091126322203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8230708091126322203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8230708091126322203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-what-good-lord-gave-ya.html' title='Love what the Good Lord gave ya....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-2506395634480509729</id><published>2009-09-21T16:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:53:23.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral Satisfaction...</title><content type='html'>can be found in a bottle of Wachusett Blueberry Ale. One right after work just hits the spot. May or may not have another later; I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.&lt;br /&gt;~ can 'The One' fall from the sky? Or can she/he be right in front of you the whole time without you even knowing it? Do you believe either of these statements? Do I ? Yeah, I guess I do; I'll let you know when/if it happens.&lt;br /&gt;~ so I was told today that after I lose another 41 pounds(yes, I am down 41!!) that I'll be 'hot' and feel soooooooooooooo much better. I THINK it was meant as a compliment, but I was thinking "Ummmm....thanks? So, am I that horrendous now? And why do I have to wait to feel better; I already do!"I guess it was one of those scenarios where the person MEANT well, but it came out so wrong. I'm not letting it deter me- it just took me aback a bit. Honestly, I feel fabdabulous, and like I say: if you don't like the way I look, if it isn't pleasing to you, then look somewhere else. Break my heart. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;~today is my W1D1 of the Couch to 5K Running Plan(go here http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/C25Kplan?ref=nf to check it out). Did I like it? Nope. I LOVED IT! I just have to find a comfortable jogging pace; I am trying to run/jog too fast, which I guess is a common mistake with neophyte runners, but I think I found a very doable pace towards the end of today's workout.&lt;br /&gt;~to expound on the aforementioned, I am getting into taking better care of myself. My stamina had increased so much since I have lost weight and started working out regularly; all/most of my clothes are now wayyyy too big or getting there, the 'small' of my back is...smaller(!) , more defined, and it really is cool to see everything 'lift' back to where nature intended as one loses weight and firms up. And that dreaded demon of women everywhere, the 'Muffin Top' ? I am so kicking his sorry ass out my door!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-2506395634480509729?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/2506395634480509729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=2506395634480509729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2506395634480509729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2506395634480509729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/09/oral-satisfaction.html' title='Oral Satisfaction...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-7081813688662725286</id><published>2009-09-07T17:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:05:31.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Auditory Candy</title><content type='html'>Perfect songs, in no particular order....&lt;br /&gt;and why do I consider them to be perfect? Well, some, it's the way they flow, some it's the way they climax, some evoke a particular memory.....what say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I Feel Love by Donna Summer&lt;br /&gt;~Gone Daddy Gone by Violent Femmes&lt;br /&gt;~Sing!Sing!Sing!(with a swing) by Benny Goodman&lt;br /&gt;~Something by The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;~Le Freak by Chic&lt;br /&gt;~Brand New Cadillac by The Clash&lt;br /&gt;~Atomic by Blondie&lt;br /&gt;~Paradise by the Dashboard Light by Meatloaf&lt;br /&gt;~Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas sung by Judy Garland&lt;br /&gt;~The Boy with the Thorn in His Side by The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;~How Soon is Now? By The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;~Don't Leave Me this way- Thelma Houston&lt;br /&gt;~The Chauffeur- DuranDuran&lt;br /&gt;~Are You Gonna Be my Girl?-Jet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*more to be added later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-7081813688662725286?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/7081813688662725286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=7081813688662725286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/7081813688662725286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/7081813688662725286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/09/auditory-candy.html' title='Auditory Candy'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-984807624101933840</id><published>2009-08-28T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:44:22.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Anyways...</title><content type='html'>yeah, I've had my feelings hurt, but I am so getting over this...&lt;br /&gt;on another note, I am really, really getting into my training walk/jogs. Find myself looking forward to them at work. Am liking the way my legs ache after two miles, and am not minding the sweat anymore at all.&lt;br /&gt;Am I becoming one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;them???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yes!!!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/11499076-984807624101933840?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/984807624101933840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=984807624101933840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/984807624101933840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/984807624101933840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-anyways.html' title='So Anyways...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5472891564763128088</id><published>2009-08-28T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:04:27.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes people suck....</title><content type='html'>'And watching lovers part, I feel you smiling&lt;br /&gt;What glass splinters lie so deep in your mind&lt;br /&gt;To tear out from your eyes, with a thought to stiffen brooding lies&lt;br /&gt;And Ill only watch you leave me further behind'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from The Chauffer by DuranDuran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5472891564763128088?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5472891564763128088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5472891564763128088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5472891564763128088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5472891564763128088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-people-suck.html' title='Sometimes people suck....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-2334677980485653863</id><published>2009-08-25T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:20:19.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.</title><content type='html'>whatthefuckever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-2334677980485653863?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/2334677980485653863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=2334677980485653863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2334677980485653863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2334677980485653863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/08/fool-me-once-shame-on-you-fool-me-twice.html' title='Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-7193182012191965810</id><published>2009-08-22T19:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:36:55.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What girl....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;did not want to be Patty Smythe in the video to the following song?? She was so cool in her red dress and matching hose...( I was known to wear red -on-red myself, back in the day, with bitchin'  FMP's as well). And this song ROCKS, and it's excellent to jog to.....plus I just feel sassy singing along to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Scandal- Goodbye to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Those times I waited for you seem so long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanted you far too much to ever let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You know you never got by "I feel it too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And I guess I never could stand to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's such a pity to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Could I have loved someone like the one I see in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I remember the good times baby now, and the bad times too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;These last few weeks of holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The days are dull, the nights are long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Guess it's better to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'Cause baby it's over now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No need to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My love for you's just not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And my heart, and my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And my heart can't stand the strain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And my love, and my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And my love won't stand the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And my heart, and my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And my heart can't stand the strain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And my love, and my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And my love... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, could I have loved someone like the one I see in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, I remember the good times baby now, and the bad times too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;These last few weeks of holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The days are dull, the nights are long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Guess it's better to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So long darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--Lyrics End--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-7193182012191965810?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/7193182012191965810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=7193182012191965810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/7193182012191965810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/7193182012191965810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-girl.html' title='What girl....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-8104440712759339146</id><published>2009-08-19T05:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T05:21:55.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SovCVegqZQI/AAAAAAAAAII/f6C6H0Xy5nY/s1600-h/barneyfranks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SovCVegqZQI/AAAAAAAAAII/f6C6H0Xy5nY/s200/barneyfranks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371600654792549634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I do not agree with the portraying of Barry as Hitler( pull up the story about Barney's Town Hall meeting last night) I do respect the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt; of the woman who was holding the picture  at the meeting to do so. And Barney?? Where was your outrage when Bush was portrayed as Hitler??? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;insert&gt; &lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Or when he was labeled a murderer, a war mongerer, dunce, cowboy, or any of the other vile, despicable names that you and your moonbat friends on the looney radical left stuck on him?&lt;br /&gt;Stop being such a hypocrite. And give up the sanctimonious stance you posture when confronted with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TRUTH&lt;/span&gt;.....you make a bigger ass of yourself when you do so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; that is truly possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-8104440712759339146?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/8104440712759339146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=8104440712759339146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8104440712759339146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8104440712759339146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/08/while-i-do-not-agree-with-portraying-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SovCVegqZQI/AAAAAAAAAII/f6C6H0Xy5nY/s72-c/barneyfranks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-1063994865801513341</id><published>2009-08-12T19:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:33:54.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SoNNfvcc63I/AAAAAAAAAH0/uoNGBUTHZE8/s1600-h/Blade_grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369220388462848882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SoNNfvcc63I/AAAAAAAAAH0/uoNGBUTHZE8/s200/Blade_grass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I can whistle through a blade of grass- can you? And by the by, the grass pictured at right is the &lt;em&gt;perfect &lt;/em&gt;grass for whistling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I went the whole day without eating a potato chip! I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;chips, so this is huge for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Should I do my walk/jog in the very early a.m., or after work? Is early morning better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Can I actually get my butt out the door at 4:30 a.m. to do the above??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ not only can I touch my toes, I can palm the floor without bending my knees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I know that this may be a dumb question, but where on &lt;em&gt;earth &lt;/em&gt;did Barry O. find Robert Gibbs??? That man is as clueless as Barry; w ait, just answered me own question. Nevermind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-1063994865801513341?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/1063994865801513341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=1063994865801513341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1063994865801513341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1063994865801513341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-and-sweets.html' title='Short and Sweets...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SoNNfvcc63I/AAAAAAAAAH0/uoNGBUTHZE8/s72-c/Blade_grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-7113532710113460289</id><published>2009-08-12T18:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:00:15.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'But  you gave away the things, you loved...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SoNIapXsEoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0Bm5paYh2DA/s1600-h/carly_simon_album.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369214803374772866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SoNIapXsEoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0Bm5paYh2DA/s200/carly_simon_album.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of them was me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;sooooooo &lt;/em&gt;wanted  that bitchin' hat and bag when I was a wee girl! LOVE this song- can this woman belt out a song like no-one else, or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(carly simon)&lt;br /&gt;You're So Vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht&lt;br /&gt;Your hat strategically dipped below one eye&lt;br /&gt;Your scarf it was apricot&lt;br /&gt;You had one eye on the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte&lt;br /&gt;And all the girls dreamed that theyd be your partner&lt;br /&gt;Theyd be your partner, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre so vain, you probably think this song is about you&lt;br /&gt;Youre so vain, Ill bet you think this song is about you&lt;br /&gt;Dont you? dont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive&lt;br /&gt;Well you said that we made such a pretty pair&lt;br /&gt;And that you would never leave&lt;br /&gt;But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me&lt;br /&gt;I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee&lt;br /&gt;Clouds in my coffee, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee&lt;br /&gt;Clouds in my coffee, and...&lt;br /&gt;Well I hear you went up to saratoga and your horse naturally won&lt;br /&gt;Then you flew your lear jet up to nova scotia&lt;br /&gt;To see the total eclipse of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Well youre where you should be all the time&lt;br /&gt;And when youre not youre with&lt;br /&gt;Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend&lt;br /&gt;Wife of a close friend, and...&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-7113532710113460289?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/7113532710113460289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=7113532710113460289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/7113532710113460289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/7113532710113460289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-you-gave-away-things-you-loved.html' title='&apos;But  you gave away the things, you loved...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SoNIapXsEoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0Bm5paYh2DA/s72-c/carly_simon_album.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5819357544013404827</id><published>2009-08-09T17:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:06:52.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little ska for your afternoon pleasure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sn86ZXEtXDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1MnfkVPos9U/s1600-h/English+Beat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sn86ZXEtXDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1MnfkVPos9U/s200/English+Beat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368073488213826610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the way Dave Wakeling and Andy Williams' vocals meld on the chorus....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qErykBldZCs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Guess there's no use in hangin' 'round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Guess I'll get dressed and do the town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'll find a crowded avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Though it will be empty without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I can't get used to losing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No matter what I try to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Gonna spend my whole life through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Called up some girl I used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After I heard her say, "Hello"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Couldn't think of anything to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Since you're gone it happens every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(Saxaphone solo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'll find somebody, wait and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Who am I kidding, only me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cuz no one else could take your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Guess that I am just a hopeless case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5819357544013404827?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5819357544013404827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5819357544013404827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5819357544013404827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5819357544013404827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-ska-for-your-afternoon-pleasure.html' title='A little ska for your afternoon pleasure...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sn86ZXEtXDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1MnfkVPos9U/s72-c/English+Beat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5737806779859854669</id><published>2009-08-08T04:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T05:06:07.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tids and Bits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ if a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; leopard can  change it's spots( aren't they born spotless?), then can that translate over to a human type being able to change, or are they destined to remain the same, as that baby leopard is not spotless at all; the spots are just lying right under the surface?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ how fucking stupid is Ted Kennedy to have named his dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; ' Splash'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;???(actually, that was the ultimate rhetorical question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ aren't you comforted in the knowledge that Michelle Obama shops at Talbot's, just like us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;people? I know that I'll sleep better tonight....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ what is the relevance in the fact that Billy Mays may have done coke? There is none; he is, unfortunately for his loved ones, still dead, and this 'news' won't bring him back to life, so what can this fact possibly matter???!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I love Charles Krauthammer; I do not agree with alot of what makes up his ideology, but but he is entertaining, in a wicked brain bending sorta way.&lt;br /&gt;~ ESPN magazine is far superior to SI.&lt;br /&gt;~ Fuck you, Nancy Pelosi....... an informed, educated, justifiably aggravated U.S. citizen does not a brown shirt Nazi make, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;moronic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insipid  insignificant bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5737806779859854669?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5737806779859854669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5737806779859854669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5737806779859854669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5737806779859854669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wonders.html' title='Tids and Bits'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-1462479206624629685</id><published>2009-07-29T15:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:38:12.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laid</title><content type='html'>by James&lt;br /&gt;http:/&lt;br /&gt;/www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkqIHWAMSJ4&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=190D17B1ED728748&amp;index=0&amp;playnext=1 ( Man, he was absolutely stunning in this, I dare say not despite the  dress...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bed is on fire&lt;br /&gt;With passionate love&lt;br /&gt;The neighbours complain about the noises above&lt;br /&gt;But she only comes when she's on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My therapist said not to see you no more&lt;br /&gt;She said you're like a disease without any cure&lt;br /&gt;She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore, oh no&lt;br /&gt;Ah, you think you're so pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught your hand inside the till&lt;br /&gt;Slammed your fingers in the door&lt;br /&gt;Fought with kitchen knives and skewers&lt;br /&gt;Dressed me up in womens clothes&lt;br /&gt;Messed around with gender roles&lt;br /&gt;Dye my eyes and call me pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved out of the house, so you moved next door&lt;br /&gt;I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall&lt;br /&gt;I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone&lt;br /&gt;You're driving me crazy, when are you coming home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-1462479206624629685?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/1462479206624629685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=1462479206624629685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1462479206624629685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1462479206624629685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/laid.html' title='Laid'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-3202327566768554637</id><published>2009-07-29T06:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T06:24:28.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Minutes???</title><content type='html'>That is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that Barry can spare for this' historic' meeting of the mindless (this applies to Skippy and Barry only)? What can possibly be hashed out in 30 -45 minutes? I don't even know why Crowley is doing this; I mean, I DO, but he is the one who is owed an apology, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the one who's good name was completely denigrated by not only the Skipster and Screw 'em all Deval, but by  none other than the President himself(!!!!)....Considering that this non-story has been front and center for how long now,  mainly due to Obama's unnecessary inclusion to it , I would think that Barry could spare some more time ; but I guess he'll be  too busy devising more ways that he can totally destroy this wonderful country of ours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and RE: Cadillac Deval- just how many times were you 'profiled' at Milton Academy??? And just how DID you find your way to Milton in the first place?? Hmmm.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-3202327566768554637?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3202327566768554637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=3202327566768554637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3202327566768554637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3202327566768554637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/30-minutes.html' title='30 Minutes???'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-879392851994202035</id><published>2009-07-26T20:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:13:39.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'Take time to make time,&lt;br /&gt;make time to be there.' - Little River Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MmmmHmmm...'tis true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/11499076-879392851994202035?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/879392851994202035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=879392851994202035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/879392851994202035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/879392851994202035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-time-to-make-time-make-time-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-6426349316912178368</id><published>2009-07-26T17:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:33:11.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Prairie League</title><content type='html'>Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see why you think you belong to me&lt;br /&gt;I never tried to make you think, or let you see one thing for yourself&lt;br /&gt;But now your off with someone else and I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;You see I thought that I might keep you for my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy what you wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;I think I could stay with you&lt;br /&gt;For a while, maybe longer if I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think the time is right for us to find&lt;br /&gt;All the things we thought weren't proper could be right in time&lt;br /&gt;And can you see&lt;br /&gt;Which way we should turn together or alone&lt;br /&gt;I can never see whats right or what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;(will it take too long to see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy what you wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;I think I could stay with you&lt;br /&gt;For a while, maybe longer if I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Acoustic solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now&lt;br /&gt;Amy what you wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;I think I could stay with you&lt;br /&gt;For a while, maybe longer if I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's come to what you want you've had your way&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you thought before just faded into gray&lt;br /&gt;And can you see&lt;br /&gt;That I don't know if it's you or if it's me&lt;br /&gt;If it's one of us I'm sure we'll both will see&lt;br /&gt;Won't you look at me and tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy what you wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;I think I could stay with you&lt;br /&gt;For a while, maybe longer&lt;br /&gt;Longer if I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah now&lt;br /&gt;Amy what you wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;I think I could stay with you&lt;br /&gt;For a while, maybe longer if I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallin' in and out of love with you&lt;br /&gt;Fallin' in and out of love&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I'm gonna do, I'd keep&lt;br /&gt;Fallin' in and out of love&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-6426349316912178368?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/6426349316912178368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=6426349316912178368' 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type='html'>In the following, I used to think that Kim Carnes sang, "She'll adhese you, just to please you, haul the bathtub just to please you"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; WTF&lt;/span&gt; was I thinking???? Anyways, here's the real deal...&lt;br /&gt;Bette Davis Eyes- Kim Carnes 1981&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is Harlow gold,&lt;br /&gt;Her lips sweet surprise&lt;br /&gt;Her hands are never cold&lt;br /&gt;She's got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;She'll turn her music on&lt;br /&gt;You won't have to think twice&lt;br /&gt;She's pure as New York snow&lt;br /&gt;She got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she'll tease you&lt;br /&gt;She'll unease you&lt;br /&gt;All the better just to please you&lt;br /&gt;She's precocious&lt;br /&gt;And she knows just what it&lt;br /&gt;Takes to make a pro blush&lt;br /&gt;She got Greta Garbo Stand off sighs,&lt;br /&gt;She's got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you take her home&lt;br /&gt;It whets her appetite&lt;br /&gt;She'll lay you on her throne&lt;br /&gt;She got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;She'll take a tumble on you&lt;br /&gt;Roll you like you were dice&lt;br /&gt;Until you come out blue&lt;br /&gt;She's got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll expose you&lt;br /&gt;When she snows you&lt;br /&gt;Off your feet with the crumbs she throws you&lt;br /&gt;She's ferocious&lt;br /&gt;And she knows just what it&lt;br /&gt;Takes to make a pro blush&lt;br /&gt;All the boys Think she's a spy,&lt;br /&gt;She's got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she'll tease you&lt;br /&gt;She'll unease you&lt;br /&gt;All the better just to please you&lt;br /&gt;She's precocious&lt;br /&gt;And she knows just what it&lt;br /&gt;Takes to make a pro blush&lt;br /&gt;All the boys Think she's a spy,&lt;br /&gt;She's got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll tease you&lt;br /&gt;She'll unease you&lt;br /&gt;Just to please you&lt;br /&gt;She's got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll expose you&lt;br /&gt;When she snows you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-1801503133867993108?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/1801503133867993108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=1801503133867993108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1801503133867993108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1801503133867993108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/talk-about-screwing-up-lyrics.html' title='Talk about screwing up lyrics!!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-8587835414555426422</id><published>2009-07-22T19:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:43:28.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you imagine...</title><content type='html'>going to your doctor and asking for a prescription for 'Pristiq' , and hey, why not (if you're female, of course)ask for a prescription for 'Yaz!' to help with your PMMD, or whatever the latest female ailment is?? Cripe, who in the hell THINKS of these names?? Pristiq, for depression?? WTF is a Pristiq? WTF is it supposed to mean?! And Yaz? Is that supposed to somehow make a middle-ager like myself seem cooler because I am treating my monthly nasties with a prescription that has a young, fresh, kicky sounding name? Maybe I should start wearing glittery eyeshadow too, hmm?&lt;br /&gt;*DISCLAIMER*&lt;br /&gt;There is no particular reason for the above rant, and NO, I am not in need of a double dose of Yaz!.... I was just watching FoxNews and that wacked out commercial for Pristiq came on, and it got me to thinking, is all. If you have somehow missed this fine example of advertising genius, click on the link below, and convince me that the wind-up doll in the ad does not evoke memories of some old Twilight Zone episodes. G'won, I dare ya.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-LmoxZLASQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-8587835414555426422?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/8587835414555426422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=8587835414555426422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8587835414555426422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8587835414555426422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-you-imagine.html' title='Can you imagine...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5608612216626389520</id><published>2009-07-21T13:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:28:37.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you spot the errors?</title><content type='html'>Your Online Banking is Blocked&lt;br /&gt;Because of unusual number of invalid login attempts &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;on you account&lt;/span&gt;, we had to believe that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;might be some security problem on&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; account. So we have decided to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;put an extra verification process &lt;/span&gt;to ensure your identity and your account security. Please click on sign in to Online Banking to continue to the verification process and ensure your account security. It is all about your security. Thank you.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and visit the customer service section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Remember: Always look for your SiteKey® before entering your Passcode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from an email I received from Bank of America.....or should I say a bad facsimile of. Why so suspicious, you ask? Well, my guard shot up immediately as I have never banked with Bank of America(and never will), and we have all heard of these scam emails, haven't we? You know, the ones that say falsities as this one does, in the hopes that some poor shlub, either do to innocent  ignorance or just flat out  stupidity, will click on the link and BAM-O! their computer and perhaps much much more is compromised. Sick bastards, the r-tards that pull shit like this. Along with the unadulterated anger that I feel towards them, I guess that pity should be employed as well, seeing as these LOSERS have such pathetic, vacuous lives that they need to prey on innocent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the errors? I have taken the liberty to highlight them, though I trust that there is no need for explanation, as they speak for themselves. Guards up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5608612216626389520?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5608612216626389520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5608612216626389520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5608612216626389520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5608612216626389520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-you-spot-errors.html' title='Can you spot the errors?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-2289653559047788859</id><published>2009-07-19T16:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:38:06.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vx_04GrOjrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I LOVE the movie Grease( the original, not that gay-ass Grease II-ick!!) especially the number 'Greased Lightning'. Yeah, they were all in their thirties when they made it, which made them all light years away from high schoolers,  but who cares?? It's a terrific movie, with a bitchin' soundtrack to boot. No apologies here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;~ I still cross my fingers, you know, for good luck, or to help hasten the process of something postitive happening .....bet some of you do, too. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;~ When my kids were just wee ones, I got into the habit of leaving the light that sits on the other side of the bed on, so that if they needed me in the middle of the night, their way would be well lit. I, to this day, still need that light on- I swear, I don't sleep nearly as deeply if the light is off! The kids...HA!!! they are well passed the age of needing a well lit path to Mom in the dark hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;~ why I lower my IQ to pay attention to this drivel, IDK....but I am finding myself feeling sorry for Kate, you know, Kate of the John and Kate plus Eight Kate fame? I mean, I know marriages/relationships fall apart, and I know that she must be one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;difficult &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;person to cohabitate with, but sheesh! it's to bad that John never learned the meaning of decorum, and tact.....I mean, come on, no matter how.... awful she was/is, whatever, those kids are THEIR kids, and why the hell isn't he there more sharing in the parental duties??? And we're not talking one or two kids, we're looking at eight count 'em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;to raise, discipline, love, nurture, teach.....( I will leave out the clothe and feed bit because I am sure that the family is not hurting cash wise, for now at least). Hey, if he wants to get a bachelor pad and play hide the winkie with every co-ed that comes his way, hey, more power to him, but be discreet, will ya, John??? What kind of example is he providing to his children, especially the males of the equation??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHEESH!!!&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I carry a pocket sized booklet version of the Constitution with me in my bag.Does that make me a geek? If so, then... GOOD&lt;br /&gt;~ I am politically incorrect alot of the time, though I never set out to hurt anyone, and reign in my acerbic tongue to avoid doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;~ I do swear at inanimate objects under my breath... What's that? You've never heard of Yoplait Fucking Yogurt before??? It's located right next to the regular Yoplait yogurt; it just engages in lewd and  lascivious behavior when it won't stack properly for me, and falls all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;~ which leads me to the following... yes, I let stupid , inconsequential things annoy me. I'm not proud of that fact but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-2289653559047788859?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/2289653559047788859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=2289653559047788859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2289653559047788859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2289653559047788859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/confessions.html' title='Confessions.......'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-378804673306423288</id><published>2009-07-19T16:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:32:24.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember those styles shoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;in this video? Oh yeah, I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Still can't believe that Robert Palmer is gone- man, he went too soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;(robert palmer)- Looking for Clues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1S9Or_bEGQI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Its crazy but Im frightened by the sound of the telephone, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Im worried that the caller might have awful news, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Who knows these days where on earth the money goes, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;No doubt we could put it to a better use, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;You keep insisting that nobody showed you how to keep relationships, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Your daddy made a real good try, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;You said you knew all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;We could work it out, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you have to make a fuss everytime we fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh Im looking for clues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I have to make an effort now I just to be serious, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Nobodys gonna give you the benefit of the doubt, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Everytime I pick a paper up its harder to believe the news, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Im gonna have to shake it up and twist and shout, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;You cant do nothing that you dont put your mind to, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I suspected all along you were a dream come true, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Im never in the dark cause my heart keeps me well informed, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Im convinced that theres a way of getting through to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Ooh Im looking for clues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Its crazy but Im frightened by the sound of relationships, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I swear we could put it to a better use, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Do hurry baby youve forgotten how to catch a night groove, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;You told all the callers you were not amused oh Im looking for clues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;You keep insisting that nobody showed you how to use a telephone, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Nobodys gonna give you a second chance, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I dont have to make an effort now to find out where the money goes, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you have to make a fuss everytime we dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Ooh Im looking for clues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Do ya do ya do ya do ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Ooh Im looking for clues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Ooh Im looking for clues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Ooh Im looking for clues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-378804673306423288?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/378804673306423288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=378804673306423288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/378804673306423288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/378804673306423288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/remember-those-styles-shoes.html' title='Remember those styles shoes...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-2477245611883323655</id><published>2009-07-18T20:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:17:05.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On'/><title type='text'>For the love of all that is holy........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SmJj-W4bPuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WbIMhPCMWWc/s1600-h/GroceryCouponsArray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SmJj-W4bPuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WbIMhPCMWWc/s200/GroceryCouponsArray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359956429469597410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop leaving these lying on supermarket shelves! You are wasting your time, as I throw them away. I know, I know, you mean well, but if I left every  flippin' coupon lying about, my dairy would look like a humongous wastebasket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; so please&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STOP IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my friend's Mom is doing much , much better- yay!! That was welcome news today, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next day off is next Saturday( needed it off for a wedding)..man, that seems soooooooooo far off, even though I know it's only seven days. Is it next Saturday yet?Is it next Saturday yet?Is it next Saturday yet? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-2477245611883323655?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/2477245611883323655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=2477245611883323655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2477245611883323655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2477245611883323655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-love-of-all-that-is-holy.html' title='For the love of all that is holy........'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SmJj-W4bPuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WbIMhPCMWWc/s72-c/GroceryCouponsArray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-8169834644920191188</id><published>2009-07-15T16:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:35:33.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fabdabulously Great!!!....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;day off was had by me! And no self-deprecation here- I deserved it, damnit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;**yes**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-8169834644920191188?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/8169834644920191188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=8169834644920191188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8169834644920191188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8169834644920191188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/fabdabulously-great.html' title='A Fabdabulously Great!!!....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-3741195518248496856</id><published>2009-07-15T08:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:45:21.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite pair of Levi's cutoffs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;fit again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/11499076-3741195518248496856?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3741195518248496856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=3741195518248496856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3741195518248496856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3741195518248496856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favorite-pair-of-levis-cutoffs.html' title='My favorite pair of Levi&apos;s cutoffs....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-1331458588653090084</id><published>2009-07-15T05:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:06:51.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember padiddles??</title><content type='html'>~ saw a financial planner last night, and am feeling a bit better about my situation. Feeling more focused, more directed. Still keep those fingers crossed though, okay?&lt;br /&gt;~ if you will, send prayers/good vibes/good thoughts out to my friend's Mom? She is in the hospital with breathing problems, and obviously, my friend is pretty worried....thanks!&lt;br /&gt;~ Edward is taking me to Millie's Lunch for breakfast, a belated birthday present. Looking forward to a good diner-like breakfast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-1331458588653090084?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/1331458588653090084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=1331458588653090084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1331458588653090084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1331458588653090084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/remember-padiddles.html' title='Remember padiddles??'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-4654773911623801354</id><published>2009-07-12T18:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:42:15.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and Heeeeeere's Christy!</title><content type='html'>http://www.christy2010.com/index.cfm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it, I love this guy but in the name of fairness, and because I want to make the most informed decision, I will not make up my mind for quite awhile. But Christy is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good.....&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/11499076-4654773911623801354?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/4654773911623801354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=4654773911623801354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/4654773911623801354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/4654773911623801354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-heeeeeeres-christy.html' title='and Heeeeeere&apos;s Christy!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5027126904644468115</id><published>2009-07-12T16:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:51:17.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Baker</title><content type='html'>just a few articles to peruse.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.bostonherald.com/jobfind/news/healthcare/view/20090712charles_baker_seen_as_healthy_gov_choice/srvc=home&amp;position=also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.bostonherald.com/news/opinion/op_ed/view/20090712charlie_baker_has_plausible_path_to_the_corner_office/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.letstalkhealthcare.org/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5027126904644468115?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5027126904644468115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5027126904644468115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5027126904644468115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5027126904644468115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/charlie-baker.html' title='Charlie Baker'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-9079364181313643942</id><published>2009-07-11T22:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:56:30.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moreso and Thensomes......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;~ do you ever wish to be 'rich and famous' like the celebrities( remember when they were called movie stars?) in the fanzines found at stupidmarket checkouts at a store near you? Hell, no!! Having my every move, every bump and blemish scrutinized and chronicled?!? Uh, no thanks; I'll keep my own little slice of contended relative obscurity( as far as the big pic is concerned) thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;~ 100 calorie paks- you know, the Hostess ones(Twinkies are forever and always my favorite!) are a Godsend!! And I have enough discipline now to be able to stop at one pack- the perfect sweet tooth fix!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;~ do you prefer sweet or salty? Me- give me the salt. I am not a chocolate fan  like so many other women, but do love it when it's covering a salty pretzel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;~ silence so often speaks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;volumes.&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I have Never Say Never by Romeo Void running through my head.. beats having Rupert Holmes traipsing through my brain anyday!!( I won't mention the song, 'cause then we'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;all&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be stuck with it!)&lt;br /&gt;~ the Yankees still suck.&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;do you feel your age? Older? Younger? Does that go day to day? I , for the most part, still feel like I am 20-23. Some days when the stress is high, I can feel about 65, but I guess that stress thing holds true for most, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;~ Christy Mihos( I do love the guy) or Charlie Baker for Guv in 2010? I need to research Mr. Baker, but just from listening to him on various talk shows, he is intriguing, and obviosuly very bright. Let's jsut hope that the fine people of Taxachusetts shut off the damn auto pilot and vote with a fresh brain next year! The way we vote( can you say Kennedy and Kerry??) it must be hard for the rest of the country to believe that we are descended from the greats that kicked British butt so very long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-9079364181313643942?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/9079364181313643942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=9079364181313643942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/9079364181313643942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/9079364181313643942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/moreso-and-thensomes.html' title='Moreso and Thensomes......'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-3497052535123820132</id><published>2009-07-11T18:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:17:54.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a small glimmer of hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SlkPayb0bmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wHDPbc8KUpM/s1600-h/2632266633_1ab8445f23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SlkPayb0bmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wHDPbc8KUpM/s200/2632266633_1ab8445f23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357330184623386210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Keep your collective fingers crossed for me?? Much thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-3497052535123820132?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3497052535123820132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=3497052535123820132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3497052535123820132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3497052535123820132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-is-small-glimmer-of-hope.html' title='There is a small glimmer of hope...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SlkPayb0bmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wHDPbc8KUpM/s72-c/2632266633_1ab8445f23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-8671764061918083677</id><published>2009-07-10T21:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:51:23.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Random it Hurts.....</title><content type='html'>~ ever feel like you have so much swimming 'round in your head, but you just can't articulate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of it, and you know that you'd feel so much better if you could?? Damnit. Sometimes if I listen to a certain song overandoverandoverandover, it triggers my thought process, then the mush that passes as thoughts become words, and though anyone else reading my 'stuff' may not truly 'get it', I will eventually feel unburdened, if not a bit better. Just that getting to that end point is damn painful sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;~ amazing how it  is that you can listen to a song, say, for years, but can somehow pick up different nuances every now and then, whether it be due to something as basic as a new pair of headphones, or just a different door to your brain opening up and allowing a different cognition  to take over.&lt;br /&gt;~ do you allow yourself a good cry if the feeling overtakes you, or do you fight it? (provided of course, you aren't like in public or any other compromsing situation) Yes. Fuck it. I mean, there must be a reason why we were given the ability to feel emotion and act on it, so why suppress it if you don't really need to? Besides, to  let all of the anger/sadness/whatever out is a much needed catharsis.&lt;br /&gt;~ I'm not going grey, I am going white.......not stressing about it, I mean, hey, at least I'll finally be a platinum blonde!(sortakindanotreally lolol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-8671764061918083677?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/8671764061918083677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=8671764061918083677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8671764061918083677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8671764061918083677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-random-it-hurts.html' title='So Random it Hurts.....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5797432801998544564</id><published>2009-07-10T20:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:44:09.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Top</title><content type='html'>just because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Side of the World  K.T. Tunstall&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jpYwsfC3ZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the sea and far away&lt;br /&gt;She's waiting like an Iceberg&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to change,&lt;br /&gt;But she's cold inside&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be like&lt;br /&gt;the water,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the muscles tighten in her face&lt;br /&gt;Buries her soul in one embrace&lt;br /&gt;They're one and the same&lt;br /&gt;Just like water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fire fades away&lt;br /&gt;But most of everyday&lt;br /&gt;Is full of tired excuses&lt;br /&gt;But it's too hard to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were simple&lt;br /&gt;But we give up easily&lt;br /&gt;You're close enough to see that&lt;br /&gt;You're.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On comes the panic light&lt;br /&gt;Holding on with fingers&lt;br /&gt;and feelings alike&lt;br /&gt;But the time has come&lt;br /&gt;To move along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fire fades away&lt;br /&gt;But most of everyday&lt;br /&gt;Is full of tired excuses&lt;br /&gt;But it's too hard to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were simple&lt;br /&gt;But we give up easily&lt;br /&gt;You're close enough to see that&lt;br /&gt;You're.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;Can you let me go&lt;br /&gt;And can you still love me&lt;br /&gt;When you can't see me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fire fades away&lt;br /&gt;most of everyday&lt;br /&gt;Is full of tired excuses&lt;br /&gt;But it's too hard to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were simple&lt;br /&gt;But we give up easily&lt;br /&gt;You're close enough to see that&lt;br /&gt;You're.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;You're.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;To me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5797432801998544564?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5797432801998544564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5797432801998544564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5797432801998544564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5797432801998544564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-top.html' title='Back to the Top'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-6541547945835844180</id><published>2009-07-08T19:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:21:30.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh, skinny ties.....</title><content type='html'>XTC- Making Plans for Nigel&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0C6bVckO_CM&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=0D5FB0853A678520&amp;amp;index=0&amp;amp;playnext=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were only making plans for nigel&lt;br /&gt;We only want whats best for him&lt;br /&gt;Were only making plans for nigel&lt;br /&gt;Nigel just needs this helping hand&lt;br /&gt;And if young nigel says hes happy&lt;br /&gt;He must be happy&lt;br /&gt;He must be happy in his work&lt;br /&gt;Were only making plans for nigel&lt;br /&gt;He has his future in a british steel&lt;br /&gt;Were only making plans for nigel&lt;br /&gt;Nigels whole future is as good as sealed&lt;br /&gt;And if young nigel says hes happy&lt;br /&gt;He must be happy&lt;br /&gt;He must be happy in his work&lt;br /&gt;Nigel is not outspoken&lt;br /&gt;But he likes to speak&lt;br /&gt;And loves to be spoken to&lt;br /&gt;Nigel is happy in his work&lt;br /&gt;Were only making plans for nigel Send "Making Plans for Nigel" Ringtone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for shiggles.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZ2oXzrnti4&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=0D5FB0853A678520&amp;index=1&amp;playnext=2&amp;playnext_from=PL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-6541547945835844180?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/6541547945835844180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=6541547945835844180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6541547945835844180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6541547945835844180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/classic.html' title='Ahhhh, skinny ties.....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5352706434162799119</id><published>2009-07-08T08:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:44:40.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning craving one of these:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SlSSksA08dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/l54HhpeXEeY/s1600-h/egg-and-bacon-sandwich-fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356067015837938130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SlSSksA08dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/l54HhpeXEeY/s200/egg-and-bacon-sandwich-fb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mainly due to the fact that I consumed a sixer of Wachusett Blueberry Ale last night, and I honestly believe that the body craves something....greasy and substantial the morning after to help soak up any remaining alcohol that's swimming around in the system.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I didn't want to spend money I don't have on a DD sandwich, and I didn't want to blow about 11 points on a substantial, but not-really-good-for-me breakfast, so I made my own, and it was GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;Just spray a fry pan with cooking spray, fry one x-lg egg, top with 2 small slices bacon and 1 slice white american cheese, and put on a Weight Watchers whole wheat bun with a dab of ketchup. Total Points= 8, I am satisfyingly full, and seeing as I cooked it sans grease, I don't have that lead ball feeling in the pit of my stomach. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;NOW I am ready for my walk( and yes, I have my water with me ;) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5352706434162799119?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5352706434162799119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5352706434162799119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5352706434162799119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5352706434162799119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-woke-up-this-morning-craving-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SlSSksA08dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/l54HhpeXEeY/s72-c/egg-and-bacon-sandwich-fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-1266605038311725928</id><published>2009-07-06T18:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:20:49.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheesh, where was MY mind today??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not on work(!), and it didn't help matters when a certain oh-so-gorgeous delivery guy( whose company shall remain anonymous)made his weekly stop(sigh)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know, I'm bad, but hey, there is no harm in looking, yes??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyways, heard this on the way home- how apropo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Touch Myself - The DiVinyls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself I want you to love me&lt;br /&gt;When I feel down I want you above me&lt;br /&gt;I search myself I want you to find me&lt;br /&gt;I forget myself I want you to remind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want anybody else&lt;br /&gt;When I think about you I touch myself&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I dont want anybody else oh no, oh no, oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre the one who makes me come running&lt;br /&gt;Youre the sun who makes me shine&lt;br /&gt;When youre around Im always laughing&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and see you before me&lt;br /&gt;Think I would die if you were to ignore me&lt;br /&gt;A fool could see just how much I adore you&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees I do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want anybody else&lt;br /&gt;When I think about you I touch myself&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I dont want anybody else&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, oh no, oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you I dont want anybody else&lt;br /&gt;And when I think about you I touch myself&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, oo, oo ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want anybody else when I think about you&lt;br /&gt;I touch myself ooh I dont want anybody else&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, oh no, oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-1266605038311725928?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/1266605038311725928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=1266605038311725928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1266605038311725928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1266605038311725928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/sheesh-where-was-my-mind-today.html' title='Sheesh, where was MY mind today??'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-7239602703856381634</id><published>2009-07-05T16:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:16:37.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little XTC....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SlEYK34FpKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/uMwY87xjdGk/s1600-h/41MMM2XWBSL__SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355088006997189794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SlEYK34FpKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/uMwY87xjdGk/s200/41MMM2XWBSL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pour vous on this most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;glorious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sunday!! I think a post work walk is in order soon. Oh, and you know how plants instinctively lean towards the sun? Picture a sun worshipping plant doing it's leaning thang and that is what my co-workers and I resembled today while the receiving dock door was open.....anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ENJOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5J5GVVz0gjA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xtc-senses working overtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey,&lt;br /&gt;The clouds are whey.&lt;br /&gt;Theres straw for the donkeys,&lt;br /&gt;And the innocents can all sleep safely,&lt;br /&gt;All sleep safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, my,&lt;br /&gt;Sun is pie.&lt;br /&gt;Theres fodder for the cannons,&lt;br /&gt;And the guilty ones can all sleep safely,&lt;br /&gt;All sleep safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is football-shaped&lt;br /&gt;Its just for me to kick in space&lt;br /&gt;And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste&lt;br /&gt;And Ive got one, two, three, four, five&lt;br /&gt;Senses working overtime&lt;br /&gt;Trying to take this all in.&lt;br /&gt;Ive got one, two, three, four, five&lt;br /&gt;Senses working overtime&lt;br /&gt;Trying to taste the difference&lt;br /&gt;tween a lemon and a lime&lt;br /&gt;Pain and the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;And the church bells softly chime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey,&lt;br /&gt;Night fights day.&lt;br /&gt;Theres food for the thinkers,&lt;br /&gt;And the innocents can all live slowly,&lt;br /&gt;All live slowly.&lt;br /&gt;My, my,&lt;br /&gt;The sky will cry&lt;br /&gt;Jewels for the thirsty,&lt;br /&gt;And the guilty ones can all die slowly ,&lt;br /&gt;All die slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is biscuit-shaped,&lt;br /&gt;Its just for me to feed my face,&lt;br /&gt;And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,&lt;br /&gt;And Ive got one, two, three, four, five,&lt;br /&gt;Senses working overtime&lt;br /&gt;Trying to take this all in.&lt;br /&gt;Ive got one, two, three, four, five,&lt;br /&gt;Senses working overtime&lt;br /&gt;Trying to taste the difference,&lt;br /&gt;tween a lemon and a lime,&lt;br /&gt;Pain and the pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;And the church bells softly chime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And birds might fall from black skies,&lt;br /&gt;And bullies might give you black eyes,&lt;br /&gt;But to me its very, very beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(englands glory!)&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;(a striking beauty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is football-shaped,&lt;br /&gt;Its just for me to kick in space,&lt;br /&gt;And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,&lt;br /&gt;And Ive got one, two, three, four, five,&lt;br /&gt;Senses working overtime&lt;br /&gt;Trying to take this all in&lt;br /&gt;Ive got one, two, three, four, five&lt;br /&gt;Senses working overtime&lt;br /&gt;Trying to tell the difference&lt;br /&gt;tween the goods and grime&lt;br /&gt;Turds and treasure&lt;br /&gt;And theres one, two, three, four, five&lt;br /&gt;Senses working overtime&lt;br /&gt;Trying to take this all in&lt;br /&gt;Ive got one, two, three, four, five&lt;br /&gt;Senses working overtime&lt;br /&gt;Trying to taste the difference&lt;br /&gt;tween a lemon and a lime&lt;br /&gt;Pain and the pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;And the church bells softly chime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-7239602703856381634?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/7239602703856381634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=7239602703856381634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/7239602703856381634'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sk_AczT3KyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/imTl6lz2xzE/s1600-h/american-flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354710083009194786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sk_AczT3KyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/imTl6lz2xzE/s200/american-flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Independence Day! Is this the BEST country in the world, bar none, or WHAT??? No matter what goes on  to piss me off, regardless of who is residing in the Oval Office, I LOVE this country and will defend it no matter what. I am so proud of the fact that we ( so far, at least!) are not a Europe-Lite, that , despite how frustrating it can be at times, we  unflinchingly help anyone in need, no questions asked....&lt;br /&gt;I will forego the negative diatribe for now, and spare you all that tangent, and will finish by saying God Bless America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5984992611411661273?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5984992611411661273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5984992611411661273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5984992611411661273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5984992611411661273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-independence-day-is-this-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sk_AczT3KyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/imTl6lz2xzE/s72-c/american-flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-3231160446026564984</id><published>2009-07-03T21:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:09:27.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...Sigh...</title><content type='html'>and damnit......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-3231160446026564984?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3231160446026564984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=3231160446026564984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3231160446026564984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3231160446026564984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh.html' title='...Sigh...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-2027334011512322936</id><published>2009-06-30T16:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:12:01.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psyched!!!</title><content type='html'>Day off tomorrow- yay!&lt;br /&gt;Going out for birthday lunch/beers with a few friends tomorrow-yay!!&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;finally out-YAY!!! (take it while ya can- this is New England, for cryeye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and a Rio was playing on my stereo on the ride home- enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VCD4rtcOgHE&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=ACBC2D579D3CFF3A&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save A Prayer- Duran Duran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw me standing by the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Corner of a main street&lt;br /&gt;And the lights are flashing on your window sill&lt;br /&gt;All alone ain't much fun,&lt;br /&gt;So you're looking for the thrill&lt;br /&gt;And you know just what it takes and where to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a prayer for me now,&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;No, don't say a prayer for me now,&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the breeze deep on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;Look you down into your well&lt;br /&gt;If you can, you'll see the world in all his fire&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance&lt;br /&gt;(Like all dreamers can't find another way)&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to dream it all, just live a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a prayer for me now,&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;No, don't say a prayer for me now,&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after,&lt;br /&gt;Save it till the morning after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty looking road,&lt;br /&gt;Try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I'll keep my promise,&lt;br /&gt;Melt the ice&lt;br /&gt;And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance&lt;br /&gt;But fear is in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Some people call it a one night stand&lt;br /&gt;But we can call it paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a prayer for me now,&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;No, don't say a prayer for me now,&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save a prayer 'til the morning after&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-2027334011512322936?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/2027334011512322936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=2027334011512322936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2027334011512322936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2027334011512322936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/psyched.html' title='Psyched!!!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-6635156166109617762</id><published>2009-06-29T19:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:16:57.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Madoff Got 150 years!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thank God..... and I so hope that the many who lost everything receive restitution, but the cynic in me.....thinks otherwise. I hope I am wrong. I mean, I can't imagine losing my entire life savings, and if that wasn't horrible enough, having to listen to Madoff issue an *apology* in court, listening to Madoff go on about how he is tormented by what he did, how he didn't mean to hurt anyone?? AARRGGHHH!!!! At least we can take solace in knowing that Bernie should be making lots of new *friends* in the very near future, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-6635156166109617762?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/6635156166109617762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=6635156166109617762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6635156166109617762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6635156166109617762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/madoff-got-150-years.html' title='Madoff Got 150 years!!!!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-3658043232997942942</id><published>2009-06-29T19:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:20:11.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;seem overly sensitive, or edgy, or if I make snarky-like jokes/remarks, please don't take it personally, and also please accept my apology in advance. I have alot on my mind(nothing of the personal nature), mainly money, housing, etc and  I am trying to not react to things that have not and may never happen, and it's....just very stressful. So again, if I seem more moody than usual, *patience, grasshopper* - just bear with me, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Many thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-3658043232997942942?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3658043232997942942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=3658043232997942942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3658043232997942942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3658043232997942942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i.html' title='If I....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-3636359985929312071</id><published>2009-06-28T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:27:05.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'We don't need no Michael Jackson!'</title><content type='html'>'cause we got this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqz1ojIQTBk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-3636359985929312071?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3636359985929312071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=3636359985929312071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3636359985929312071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3636359985929312071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-dont-need-no-michael-jackson.html' title='&apos;We don&apos;t need no Michael Jackson!&apos;'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-3700805820875773151</id><published>2009-06-28T16:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:18:06.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No 80's Lite today!</title><content type='html'>The assistant store manager was running the show today, so that meant &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Muzak, as in The Clash, Billy Idol, The Cure, and this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N9nqCM8Ito8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N9nqCM8Ito8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Anthony!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-3700805820875773151?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-3900319361421092253</id><published>2009-06-28T04:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T04:43:56.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty five years ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I wrote this poem, my first, at the wee age of nine. My school principal, Mrs. Benner( God rest her soul, she was an amazing person) submitted it to HighLights magazine where it was published, so hmmmm, does that make me a published author? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teehee just kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Anyways, here it is, and upon reading you will see where the seeds of my overactive.....imagination?brain? were sown! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;is like a flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;it lives, but yet it dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;can be so happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;but yet, it sometimes cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;is like a glass of wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; you drink it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;then it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; can be very sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;or like a happy song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Christine 1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-3900319361421092253?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3900319361421092253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=3900319361421092253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3900319361421092253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3900319361421092253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/thirty-five-years-ago.html' title='Thirty five years ago...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5462188514209621730</id><published>2009-06-27T20:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T04:34:08.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm at work today in (name and address witheld) supermarket, in my dairy, putting up some shredded cheese, and a woman comes over and says the following, no lie..."I am looking for the long big one." She was dead serious, and she stood there waiting for me to tell her exactly where the long big one was. I literally had to bite my lip to keep myself from saying what I was thinking, which was (wait for it.....yup, you guessed it!)..."Aren't we all, honey!" After looking at me for what seemed an eternity with a slightly exasperated look on her face, she says "Velveeta! Where's the Velveeta!" Oh, silly me, my bad, you meant &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;long big one...DUH!! Like I'd know she meant freakin' Velveeta??? Anyhoo, I dutifully take her the literally 5 feet away to where 'the long big one' was, where she stood staring at it for a good minute or so, and then I went into the backroom where I died laughing,and yeah, my co-workers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; got a good laugh out of it as well. Just shows to go ya that for as aggravating as the buying public can be, they can also be pretty damned amusing, as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;So Velveeta lady, whoever you are, thanks- you made my day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5462188514209621730?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5462188514209621730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5462188514209621730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5462188514209621730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5462188514209621730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-2326487606271053314</id><published>2009-06-27T16:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:58:39.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember The Lines from Boston?</title><content type='html'>~why can't I find the lyrics to their song One Man Army ? All I keep finding is crap by The Jonas Brothers(?)..*shudder*And what was the name of that album that came out wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy back in the early '80's?&lt;br /&gt;~feeling better physically- whatever it was passed after hour one at work, thank goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-2326487606271053314?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/2326487606271053314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=2326487606271053314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2326487606271053314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2326487606271053314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-lines-from-boston.html' title='Remember The Lines from Boston?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5794626486098907970</id><published>2009-06-27T05:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T05:38:43.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit....</title><content type='html'>under the weather this morning :(&lt;br /&gt;Probably nothing, don't like feeling 'off', but seeing as I am almost never sick, I am sure it will pass quickly. And as being nice isn't enough to pay the bills(damnit!), it's off to work for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5794626486098907970?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5794626486098907970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5794626486098907970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5794626486098907970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5794626486098907970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/bit.html' title='A bit....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-7453620954281913628</id><published>2009-06-25T19:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:56:58.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When will the well run dry?</title><content type='html'>I dunno- it comes and goes as it pleases, so I catch it and ride while it's here.Random things inspire me, and I run with them. It may take me awhile to come up with something.....profound(?)or deep, if you will, but for as much as this is my place to let it all hang out, I am still a bit ocd when it comes to what I myself crank out; the perfectionist in me comes to the fore, and that's a blessing and a curse in that I want what I write to be good, for me, but on the other hand, while I am waiting for perfection, I am letting a potentially good thought pass, and that's not cool.(is that a long sentence, OR WHAT?? My first grade teacher is most definitely rolling over in her grave, God rest her soul!) So anyhoo, blah blah but here's a thought; does alcohol REALLY allow us to say what we really feel/think? Are one's inhibitions truly lowered while inebriated? ( and no, not staggering stupid drunk, but let's say, oh, 3 or 4 beers in?) I say .....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, &lt;/span&gt;and no, that in and of itself is not a bad thing. Just sayin, as I am on my third Bud(nonwussy thank you very much)Light on an empty stomache, so hence, the rambling....okay, I will right my head now from it's tipped sideways state, and turn off the faucet, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-7453620954281913628?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/7453620954281913628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=7453620954281913628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/7453620954281913628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/7453620954281913628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-will-well-run-dry.html' title='When will the well run dry?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-8616375248602308975</id><published>2009-06-25T18:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:07:46.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpprOGsLWUo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pump it Up- Elvis Costello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been on tenterhooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ending in dirty looks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;list'ning to the Muzak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thinking 'bout this 'n' that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She said that's that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't wanna chitter-chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Turn it down a little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;or turn it down flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pump it up when you don't really need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pump it up until you can feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Down in the pleasure centre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hell bent or heaven sent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;listen to the propaganda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;listen to the latest slander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There's nothing underhand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that she wouldn't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pump it up until you can feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pump it up when you don't really need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She's been a bad girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She's like a chemical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Though you try to stop it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she's like a narcotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You wanna torture her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You wanna talk to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All the things you bought for her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;putting up your temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pump it up until you can feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pump it up when you don't really need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Out in the fashion show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;down in the bargain bin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you put your passion out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;under the pressure pin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Fall into submission,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;hit-and-run transmission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;No use wishing now for any other sin.&lt;/span&gt;( cool, cool lines!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pump it up until you can feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pump it up when you don't really need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-8616375248602308975?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/8616375248602308975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=8616375248602308975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8616375248602308975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8616375248602308975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-3166531368546852084</id><published>2009-06-24T18:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:09:08.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You've Had a Good Day When.....</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqqBs6kkzHE - because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and back to our scheduled programming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ you get all of your annoying 'busy work' done at work. May sound corny, but it does provide a good sense of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;~ you get a compliment from way out of nowhere. Case in point; a coworker came up to me, noticed my Clark Kent's perched on my face, and told me I looked beautiful(!). I finally found my glasses, and am tired of squinting, so I am wearing them again, though going from a cold cooler to a warm store makes for foggy viewing. Anyhoo, though I don't need compliments to have a good day or feel good about myself, they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;nice, and help to make  good a day brighter . Yes, this is a feminazi -free zone. I like compliments; hell, you can even hold the door open for me! And when walking down the street, and the man takes the outside...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ your bank account has a healthy positive balance!&lt;br /&gt;~ just the sound of someone's voice can inspire a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-3166531368546852084?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3166531368546852084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=3166531368546852084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3166531368546852084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3166531368546852084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-youve-had-good-day-when.html' title='You Know You&apos;ve Had a Good Day When.....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-7034126107883013270</id><published>2009-06-23T16:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:05:41.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SkFBz3PcnqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LBF_1-pTehU/s1600-h/quint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 99px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SkFBz3PcnqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LBF_1-pTehU/s200/quint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350630191550733986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the best scene in the movie- the U.S.S. Indianapolis speech scene. When this scene is on, I will stop anything that  I am doing to watch...and I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything &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/11499076-7034126107883013270?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/7034126107883013270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=7034126107883013270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/7034126107883013270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/7034126107883013270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-best-scene-in-movie-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SkFBz3PcnqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LBF_1-pTehU/s72-c/quint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-2778200496994903562</id><published>2009-06-23T08:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:30:21.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SkERDCVJmqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DlfbD7FBJdo/s1600-h/110186479v7_350x350_Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SkERDCVJmqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DlfbD7FBJdo/s200/110186479v7_350x350_Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350576576155720354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_watch_list_guns"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_watch_list_guns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will comment on this later, but can you say......'Big Brother'????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;~Perez Hilton......&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHY???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;~ Barack Obama, yes you are a hypocrite, signing that sweeping tobacco bill while YOU ARE STILL SMOKING???? And sorry, but if you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; smoke then you ARE NOT QUIT. PERIOD. I quit nine years ago, and have not had so much as a puff since, but I tell ya, if I did, then I would not still be quit! I could be rightfully called a smoker again, yes, even after 'only' one puff. Sound like I'm too hard on myself, drawing too fine a line in the sand? If that's what you think, fine, but I guard my quit very closely and take it seriously; aside from cranking out three babies, it's the hardest thing I have ever done, and I have garnered respect for it, and I wouldn't risk losing that for anything. I quit for me, I remain quit for me, and if I were to blow it, I would lose respect for myself. So Barack, if you want to be taken seriously, remember, it starts at home. Hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-2778200496994903562?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/2778200496994903562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=2778200496994903562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2778200496994903562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2778200496994903562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/what.html' title='What??????'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SkERDCVJmqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DlfbD7FBJdo/s72-c/110186479v7_350x350_Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-8754311339770128860</id><published>2009-06-22T05:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T05:42:35.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One pound away....</title><content type='html'>from reaching my first goal of 35 pounds lost- yay!!!! Thirty four pounds in 12 weeks- that's what, an average of about 2.5 pounds per week? I'm doing it slow, steady, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;healthy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and without deprivation(thanks to my determination and Weight Watchers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-8754311339770128860?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/8754311339770128860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=8754311339770128860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8754311339770128860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8754311339770128860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-pound-away.html' title='One pound away....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-6786822286721492577</id><published>2009-06-21T15:49:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:25:31.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>me tromper, une fois la honte sur vous me tromper, deux fois la honte sur moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj7PdMpjcVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9tmVitJ5FM8/s1600-h/600px-Ireland_shamrock_badge_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349941507881398610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj7PdMpjcVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9tmVitJ5FM8/s200/600px-Ireland_shamrock_badge_svg.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Happy Father's Day(!!) to my Dad- glad I went to visit, and yes, Winnie the WonderDog went for a walk, albeit a short one; it was freaking cold and wet out there! And me with shorts and no raincoat - yeah, I know...DUH! And had a great time with my sisters-in-law Linda and Janet; they help to make all holidays/get-togethers so much fun! It's also cool how alike Edward and Stephen are, sense of humor wise and with how they interact with their respective siblings; got to be a middle child thang, and yes, they are the same age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~ I live vicariously through Degrassi on the N...... not, not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;even(puhleeze) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but it is addicting, and shit, I hate to sound old, but I do NOT remember middle school and high school being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;like that show portrays it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-6786822286721492577?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/6786822286721492577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=6786822286721492577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6786822286721492577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6786822286721492577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/seems.html' title='me tromper, une fois la honte sur vous me tromper, deux fois la honte sur moi'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj7PdMpjcVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9tmVitJ5FM8/s72-c/600px-Ireland_shamrock_badge_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-3262028548605395265</id><published>2009-06-20T18:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:46:51.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj1mw_R9mWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o0ywRyjcgyA/s1600-h/rafael_nadal-6862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349544924192545122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj1mw_R9mWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o0ywRyjcgyA/s200/rafael_nadal-6862.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj1mF6kt4II/AAAAAAAAAFs/FuMfKXK5wAw/s1600-h/rafael_nadal-sportsbook-bonus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349544184194654338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj1mF6kt4II/AAAAAAAAAFs/FuMfKXK5wAw/s200/rafael_nadal-sportsbook-bonus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel like you're fucking up, but am &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt; sure that you're &lt;em&gt;not,&lt;/em&gt; but still feel like you are? What was that Doris Day song, "Que, Sera, Sera"(whatever will be, will be).... yup, 'tis a verity, to be sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE my job! Company is good, and the people there really are great; I finally feel 'accepted', if you will, in my new store, and feel very comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rafa has bowed out of Wimbledon due to tendinitis in his knee(s) WAHHHHH!!! Definitely will not be half as fun to watch....guess I'll be rooting for Federer now. Hope Rafa is better for the U.S. Open!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-3262028548605395265?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3262028548605395265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=3262028548605395265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3262028548605395265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3262028548605395265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/ever.html' title='Ever....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj1mw_R9mWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o0ywRyjcgyA/s72-c/rafael_nadal-6862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-1764283803287275280</id><published>2009-06-19T19:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:19:03.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That Which Doesn't Kill Us Makes Us Stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-1764283803287275280?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/1764283803287275280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=1764283803287275280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1764283803287275280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1764283803287275280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-which-doesnt-kill-us-makes-us.html' title='That Which Doesn&apos;t Kill Us Makes Us Stronger'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-3130843893605049639</id><published>2009-06-18T19:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:59:48.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Synonymons.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~ why is it so hard to take one's own advice?C'mon, we've all been guilty of it, don't be shy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~ is gulliblilty attractive if it's genuine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~ are you big enough to indulge in the occasional self-depracating humor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~ people sometimes are amazed that I (proudly) sported a 4.0 GPA before I left school 3 years ago; hmmmm, should I be offended? Nahhhhh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~ I must have at least 4 paper journals that I have started, but feel more comfortable letting it all out via keyboard; considering my love of books and paper, I find that strange..maybe 'cause my handwriting &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;sucks? Dunno.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~ when I knew that my lungs had recovered from the damage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I did from smoking for over 21 years? When I could hold the long note in Tuesday Afternoon by the Moody Blues( you know the one) without running out of breath. Oh, and it'll be nine, count 'em NINE years smoke free quit on the 25th!! Yay, me!!!And Happy nine, Miles, on the 22nd!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;~ is sensuality innate or learned? I believe you either come into this world with it, or you truly don't possess it at all; it's just not something that one can learn to have and it doesn't necessarily have to be a true definition of itself to exist. It can be as simple as an eye movement, or the way one gesturestheir hands or tilts their head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;~ yes, the floodgates are open again! It comes and goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnC1Xzm5uKM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnC1Xzm5uKM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-3130843893605049639?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3130843893605049639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=3130843893605049639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3130843893605049639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/3130843893605049639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/synonymons.html' title='Synonymons.....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-1513365166802488802</id><published>2009-06-18T16:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:39:59.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Top...just because</title><content type='html'>Other Side of the World  K.T. Tunstall&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jpYwsfC3ZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the sea and far away&lt;br /&gt;She's waiting like an Iceberg&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to change,&lt;br /&gt;But she's cold inside&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be like&lt;br /&gt;the water,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the muscles tighten in her face&lt;br /&gt;Buries her soul in one embrace&lt;br /&gt;They're one and the same&lt;br /&gt;Just like water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fire fades away&lt;br /&gt;But most of everyday&lt;br /&gt;Is full of tired excuses&lt;br /&gt;But it's too hard to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were simple&lt;br /&gt;But we give up easily&lt;br /&gt;You're close enough to see that&lt;br /&gt;You're.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On comes the panic light&lt;br /&gt;Holding on with fingers&lt;br /&gt;and feelings alike&lt;br /&gt;But the time has come&lt;br /&gt;To move along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fire fades away&lt;br /&gt;But most of everyday&lt;br /&gt;Is full of tired excuses&lt;br /&gt;But it's too hard to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were simple&lt;br /&gt;But we give up easily&lt;br /&gt;You're close enough to see that&lt;br /&gt;You're.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;Can you let me go&lt;br /&gt;And can you still love me&lt;br /&gt;When you can't see me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fire fades away&lt;br /&gt;most of everyday&lt;br /&gt;Is full of tired excuses&lt;br /&gt;But it's too hard to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were simple&lt;br /&gt;But we give up easily&lt;br /&gt;You're close enough to see that&lt;br /&gt;You're.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;You're.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;To me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-1513365166802488802?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/1513365166802488802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=1513365166802488802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1513365166802488802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1513365166802488802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/other-side-of-world-k.html' title='Back to the Top...just because'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-4016087349868321150</id><published>2009-06-17T17:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:30:10.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Fave....</title><content type='html'>Sam's Summer( for now, at least)&lt;br /&gt;~ Watching Around the Horn, an o.k. show...and I am looking at Jay Mariotti and he has lost ALOT of weight! Amazing how the skin around the neck and face bounces back to it's former tautness after/during weight loss, isn't it? That is my personal benchmark, to be sure, a very satisfying sign.&lt;br /&gt;~ WHAT????? Sammy Sosa has been doing 'roids?? NO WAY..... I am shocked, SHOCKED I tell ya......&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*right*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The powers that be that run baseball need to grow a major set and totally clean house, EVERYONE that has/is doing 'roids needs to go, and yes, that applies to Sox players as well . And spare me the arguement that some players did them when they weren't 'banned' or 'illegal'...blahblahblah ... don't wanna do the time? don't do the crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Bunker Hill Day... Hey, Jack Hart and Tom Finneran, if this 'holiday' is so damn important, why is it that only those who live in what is it, Essex County, get the day off? Why can't EVERYONE, state worker or not, get the day off? Hart, you are an ass....I am so sure that you spent the day in deep contemplation at the monument.....&lt;br /&gt;~ I never knew that Boz Scaggs sings 'What Can I Say"! LOVE this song!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSHv-LN3TG0&amp;amp;NR=&lt;br /&gt;~ shameless birthday plug~ Silk Degrees on cd makes the perfect 45th birthday gift!!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;teehee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and listen to the high note that's hit at the end of yet another rediscovered beauty of a song &lt;/span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOyMpQQriY0&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-4016087349868321150?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/4016087349868321150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=4016087349868321150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/4016087349868321150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/4016087349868321150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-fave.html' title='My New Fave....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-805783502293597911</id><published>2009-06-16T12:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:38:45.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Boys Get Spanked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ yes, I DO listen to music from decades OTHER than the 80's, but it is most unapologetically my fave, and the above mentioned Pretenders song is just so.....raw and powerful ,and actually it's Martin Chambers' drumming that makes it as sexual as it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ I taught my friend's 20 month old daughter how to say 'Well, duh!' today...heehee. She got it down in no time flat- I'm sure he'll be thanking me profusely later!(NOT)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ do you still employ 'walls'? And at 44 3/4, is it time for me to knock it off, or am I better off with my defenses, so long as I don't become wayyyy too defensive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ have you ever tried a grocery home delivery service? ( I hear that the one at Roche Bros. is fab,winkwink &lt;winkwink&gt;). If so, is it worth it? Any major cons to the notion? I am toying with it, only because I have virtually no time to grocery shop, seeing as after an 8 hour shift, I just wanna get the hell outta there, and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shopping on my one day off is a major unsatisfying suck.... (not whining, really, just sayin')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~ was able to FINALLY listen to Michael Graham again(wtkk 96.9 9 a.m. - 12 p.m.)!! He is fannnnnntastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-805783502293597911?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/805783502293597911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=805783502293597911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/805783502293597911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/805783502293597911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-boys-get-spanked.html' title='Bad Boys Get Spanked'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-9158185545068310189</id><published>2009-06-14T22:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:10:02.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Minds....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tend to meander quite a ways, and seeing as I have been up for.....19 hours now(!!) my mind has been travellin'(sp) far and wide. Sleep is thankfully coming very shortly, but before I fall into blissful slumber, allow me to share alot of everything and nothing that I have experienced along the Route 66 of my cluttered brain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~my seventeen year old &lt;em&gt;cracks me up! &lt;/em&gt;He is just a naturally funny person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~ why do people who have lost weight(me!me! 33 lbs lighter!) feel more confident when there is &lt;em&gt;less &lt;/em&gt;of them? Shouldn't that make me feel more ...vulnerable? Weird, but cool, that I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~ do you dive into a pool, lake, ocean head first or feet first? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~ now take the above and apply it to how you conduct yourself in life; feet or head first? Do you lead with your logic or your emotion, or can the two be intertwined somehow? ( told you I'm tired)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~ is there any song that drives you to tears? Not necessarily a full-blown crying jag, but tears? Me, yeah, a couple.... "I Guess that's why they call it the Blues" by Elton John, and "All I Want is You" by u2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~ would life &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;be easier sans complications? Or would a total lack of a good martini shake now and then turn our souls to complete nothingness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and now for the most relevant musing of all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~ beer at a bar- glass or bottle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-9158185545068310189?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/9158185545068310189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=9158185545068310189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/9158185545068310189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/9158185545068310189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired-minds.html' title='Tired Minds....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5730902011163415341</id><published>2009-06-14T17:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:08:35.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some U2 for your 'listening' pleasure...</title><content type='html'>IMHO, one of their best songs; the lyrics are just amazing, capture and reveal so much.... my faves are highlighted. I was going to just post a few good lines, but hey, the entire song deserves posting, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;Do yourself a favor, and go to youtube and give it a listen, with eyes closed, of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Gonna Ride your Wild Horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're dangerous 'cause you're honest&lt;br /&gt;You're dangerous, you don't know what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot&lt;br /&gt;For any spirit to haunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey sha la la&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an accident waiting to happen&lt;br /&gt;You're a piece of glass left in a beach&lt;br /&gt;Well, you tell me things I know you're not supposed to&lt;br /&gt;Then you leave me just out of reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey sha la la&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey sha la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna ride your wild horses?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna ride your wild horses?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you stole it 'cause I needed the cash&lt;br /&gt;And you killed it 'cause I wanted revenge&lt;br /&gt;Well you lied to me 'cause I asked you to&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can we still be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey sha la la&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey sha la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna ride your wild horses?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna ride your wild horses?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the deeper I spin&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the hunter will sin for your ivory skin&lt;br /&gt;Took a drive in the dirty rain&lt;br /&gt;To a place where the wind calls your name&lt;br /&gt;Under the trees the river laughing at you and me&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, heavens white rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The doors you open&lt;br /&gt;I just can't close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn around, don't turn around again&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn around, your gypsy heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn around, don't turn around again&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn around, and don't look back&lt;br /&gt;Come on now love, don't you look back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna ride your wild horses?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna taste your salt water kisses?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna take the place of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna ride your wild horses?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna tame the heart of the&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5730902011163415341?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5730902011163415341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5730902011163415341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5730902011163415341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5730902011163415341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-u2-for-your-listening-pleasure.html' title='Some U2 for your &apos;listening&apos; pleasure...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-9057258981134324560</id><published>2009-06-12T16:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:51:06.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because....</title><content type='html'>and for you trolls that don't like what I post? Well, then, stop coming here, and visit one of the other bajillion websites on the 'net!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical(You're So)&lt;br /&gt;Adam Ant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to date you maybe&lt;br /&gt;I want to take you out&lt;br /&gt;I want to wine and dine you-oo&lt;br /&gt;I want to twist and twist and shout&lt;br /&gt;I want you hard in my arms&lt;br /&gt;so soft on my bed&lt;br /&gt;you get the keys to my heart&lt;br /&gt;when you wear that sweet dress&lt;br /&gt;(you know, the short one)&lt;br /&gt;you're so physical, physical for me&lt;br /&gt;you're just too physical, physical, for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your roughouse baby&lt;br /&gt;I want this night in your ear&lt;br /&gt;let me feel you danger&lt;br /&gt;I want to make this feeling clear&lt;br /&gt;I want the touch of your charms&lt;br /&gt;the heat of your breath&lt;br /&gt;I want to say all those things&lt;br /&gt;(those dirty things)&lt;br /&gt;that would be better unsaid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-9057258981134324560?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/9057258981134324560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=9057258981134324560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/9057258981134324560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/9057258981134324560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-because.html' title='Just because....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-7459812712691003482</id><published>2009-06-11T04:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T04:31:55.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving some Ants, maybe?</title><content type='html'>Magnificent Five&lt;br /&gt;Adam ant/marco pirroni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago in london town&lt;br /&gt;A man called ant sat deeply sighing&lt;br /&gt;He was wondering&lt;br /&gt;Which side of the fence he was on&lt;br /&gt;Prick up your ears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by and soon&lt;br /&gt;The one was five young hombres&lt;br /&gt;Burning fire&lt;br /&gt;They were in no doubt&lt;br /&gt;Which side of the fence they were on&lt;br /&gt;Prick up your ears (mag-nificent five)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who writes in blood&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't want to be read&lt;br /&gt;He must be learned by heart&lt;br /&gt;He's got to be learned by heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They believed in sex and looking good&lt;br /&gt;With their own brand of music&lt;br /&gt;They weren't pandering&lt;br /&gt;So which side of the fence&lt;br /&gt;Are you on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-7459812712691003482?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/7459812712691003482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=7459812712691003482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/7459812712691003482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/7459812712691003482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/craving-some-ants-maybe.html' title='Craving some Ants, maybe?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-136246176961557599</id><published>2009-06-10T19:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:49:36.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you'll never see a fat hockey player</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched hockey?? How could those guys be doughy and play that game? I was watching the game last night(yay, Pittsburgh!), and the way they tool around the ice , forwards, backwards, and then jump over the boards? Yeah, right, those guys have cores like raging furnaces. Too bad they have so much damn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uniform &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that you can't truly aprreciate all their hard work. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;and today was far superior to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SjBFZpQL7FI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uIHpGYT5_40/s1600-h/wholejean-emoticon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345849064561568850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SjBFZpQL7FI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uIHpGYT5_40/s200/wholejean-emoticon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-136246176961557599?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/136246176961557599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=136246176961557599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/136246176961557599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/136246176961557599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-youll-never-see-fat-hockey-player.html' title='Why you&apos;ll never see a fat hockey player'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SjBFZpQL7FI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uIHpGYT5_40/s72-c/wholejean-emoticon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-6725781332886714479</id><published>2009-06-10T04:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T04:36:43.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Si9wROSXB0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ftrEhcsrjbE/s1600-h/2559546787_50783bff29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345614723907258178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Si9wROSXB0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ftrEhcsrjbE/s200/2559546787_50783bff29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, let me say that for as much as yesterday sucked, one of the bright spots was taking a walk to the place pictured above and  below, the Norris Reservation on Dover St in Norwell. It's a Trustees reservation that beautifully hugs the North River, and with it's gently sloping wooded paths with what seems to be a bajillion harmonious songbirds, it's a great place for a much needed head clearing walk. Try it sometime- it's also a great place for the wee ones in your life to explore as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so about the car- we got a loan for more than half the cost of repair,(thank-you) so I will be calling &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"THE MECHANIC"&lt;/span&gt; this morning from work and giving him the O.K. to fix it-YAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Si9ue5bFMHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OYCKreVZrk4/s1600-h/northriver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345612759801606258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Si9ue5bFMHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OYCKreVZrk4/s200/northriver.jpg" /&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/11499076-6725781332886714479?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/6725781332886714479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=6725781332886714479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6725781332886714479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6725781332886714479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/car-update.html' title='Car Update'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Si9wROSXB0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ftrEhcsrjbE/s72-c/2559546787_50783bff29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-9050214268465520383</id><published>2009-06-09T19:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:33:12.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Appreciation of.....What I see when I hear Promenade by u2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I was asked where I got the name for my blog from. It came from Promenade, my most fave song by u2, and this poem was born from my head while listening to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the stars&lt;br /&gt;flashing by&lt;br /&gt;against an ink black sky&lt;br /&gt;that drapes over dawn, lightly&lt;br /&gt;blink&lt;br /&gt;my dream drenched,&lt;br /&gt;lazy eyes&lt;br /&gt;up,&lt;br /&gt;towards the mid morning sun&lt;br /&gt;Iam feeling&lt;br /&gt;so Picasso&lt;br /&gt;lying in pieces in the grass&lt;br /&gt;with the world spinning by&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;colour change, seasonal time&lt;br /&gt;nature falling, over me&lt;br /&gt;effervescence covers,&lt;br /&gt;lighter than air&lt;br /&gt;smile,&lt;br /&gt;as if drugged&lt;br /&gt;You are...&lt;br /&gt;liquid guitar notes in&lt;br /&gt;half-tone meanderings, upward&lt;br /&gt;faintly&lt;br /&gt;in standstill waves&lt;br /&gt;along my whole, end me&lt;br /&gt;heavy,&lt;br /&gt;in rapture&lt;br /&gt;close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;to kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Christine 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-9050214268465520383?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/9050214268465520383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=9050214268465520383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/9050214268465520383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/9050214268465520383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-appreciation-ofwhat-i-see-when-i.html' title='In Appreciation of.....What I see when I hear Promenade by u2'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-6366139490543449136</id><published>2009-06-09T18:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:18:29.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you don't mind, for my Mom? She is being tested for cancer tomorrow, and while I'm sure that all will be okay, I am still worried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So any type of prayer you wish to shoot her way will be greatly appreciated-thanks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-6366139490543449136?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/6366139490543449136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=6366139490543449136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6366139490543449136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6366139490543449136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/prayers.html' title='Prayers?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-8990471618337373859</id><published>2009-06-09T10:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:10:35.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUTION- Serious vent to follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really try not to use profanity in my blog alot, but this situation warrants it. For those with virgin eyes, you have been forwarned.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel like that with a select few aspects of my life I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just cannot win&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; My Ford Escort needs a clutch to the tune of $1300.- guess what. I don't have it, mainly because I had to sink $1100.- into Rob's car last month for brakes, because he's lazy, and doesn't make enough money to cover repairs of that size,now we're down to one car, I receive little to no input/support from the one I SHOULD be getting it from,blah blah, blah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm tired of being the sole decision maker, sole planner...if I'm going to continue acting on my own, then I want to be on my fucking own!! I am just way out of fucking patience, I am out of ....everything. I can't take another friggin' crisis thrown at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, I'm not going to do anything stupid; please, I am way smarter than that....there's a great line from Supertramp's Take the Long Way Home- ' then you feel that your life's become a catastrophe, oh, it has to be, for you to grow' Maybe I just need it all to implode, fall apart, and then I can start anew....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just thank God for the people and things that make me happy, add positively to my life, and that help to keep me grounded and sane ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if that which doesn't kill us makes us stronger, then man, I am going to be one powerful fucking force to behold!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-8990471618337373859?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/8990471618337373859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=8990471618337373859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8990471618337373859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8990471618337373859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/caution-serious-vent-to-follow.html' title='CAUTION- Serious vent to follow'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-1682213220639498308</id><published>2009-06-09T04:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T05:33:33.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>I guess the one thing I can say that I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;can't stand about myself is when I allow the self-doubt to creep in and overta&lt;img class="gl_italic" border="0" alt="Italic" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;ke me with a wicked vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;"Did I make a total ass of myself?" (I really don't think that I did, but..wait, here it comes, that wussy gal on my shoulder saying that hmmmm, bet you did! )&lt;br /&gt;'Will my penchant for shooting from the hip and telling it like it is be my downfall?"(Again, no...and I am trying desperately to knock that annoying bitch off of my shoulder...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;please don't disappear&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I have to just trust all, including my gut, and relax. Amazing thing, the human psyche, how one can feel so happy/anxious/confused and completely comfortable all at once, and so cool how I can be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; okay with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm weird, but loveable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-1682213220639498308?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/1682213220639498308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=1682213220639498308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1682213220639498308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1682213220639498308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-8682568960235760434</id><published>2009-06-07T16:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:30:15.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulate Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why? Well, if you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;want to know, then either email /text/call me, and I'll let ya in on the good news....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and for a real bit of randomosity-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~one of the best lines from any song ever is from Saturday Night's Alright  for Fighting by Elton John, and it's this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'I'm a juvenile product , of the working class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;who's best friend floats in the bottom of a glass.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is that just the most consummate line, or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Turning Japanese??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Secretive Christine- a trappedina44yearoldbody late juvenile product of the 80's, and damn proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-8682568960235760434?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/8682568960235760434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=8682568960235760434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8682568960235760434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/8682568960235760434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/congratulate-me.html' title='Congratulate Me!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-4145691200657623809</id><published>2009-06-06T22:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:35:45.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from your Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SisjRZ1-SHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/u2GhzSvaJjE/s1600-h/Squeeze%2520-%2520Singles%252045%2520And%2520Under.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344404164707240050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SisjRZ1-SHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/u2GhzSvaJjE/s200/Squeeze%2520-%2520Singles%252045%2520And%2520Under.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Track 6 is an especially good vintage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-4145691200657623809?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/4145691200657623809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=4145691200657623809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/4145691200657623809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/4145691200657623809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/teehee.html' title='Blast from your Past'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SisjRZ1-SHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/u2GhzSvaJjE/s72-c/Squeeze%2520-%2520Singles%252045%2520And%2520Under.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5828860321654215935</id><published>2009-06-06T08:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:03:56.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why...</title><content type='html'>can't I copy/paste links anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5828860321654215935?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5828860321654215935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5828860321654215935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5828860321654215935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5828860321654215935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/why.html' title='Why...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5463133660126633458</id><published>2009-06-05T20:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:16:56.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's it all about, Alfie?</title><content type='html'>To follow are some pet peeves of mine, and if I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emplying&lt;/span&gt; the repeat-o-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;matic&lt;/span&gt; , my apologies. I forget that I have been at this blogging &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt; for 4 years now, and rarely do I re-read my old posts.&lt;br /&gt;So.... in no particular order....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ people who insist on YOU being the one who initiates the phone calls- &lt;em&gt;very annoying.&lt;/em&gt; Oh, wow, you have one of those phones that can't call out? Bummer.....&lt;br /&gt;~ people who leave coupons for various products near said products on the shelf. Guys, I realize that your intentions are good, and I mean no malice, but honestly? I throw them out. I don't need my yogurt/cheese/egg shelves littered with coupons.Do your fave dairy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;managerchick&lt;/span&gt;- type person a favor, and put them on/near the bulletin board in the lobby of the store. PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;~ waking up with an excruciating headache for no discernible (sp?) reason. No, I didn't get hammered last night, I didn't overeat or eat anything wacky..... 15 hours later, it is FINALLY going away.&lt;br /&gt;~game playing. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HATE IT, HATE IT, HATE IT. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Please, don't waste my time or yours.&lt;br /&gt;~ why my backhand totally SUCKS. I hit that ball wider than ... I dunno what(couldn't think of a witty analogy, sorry).&lt;br /&gt;~ people who verbally do the equivalent of repetetively(?) tapping your shoulder. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHY?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Isn't life too short to expend energy on being a total dickhead?&lt;br /&gt;~Olive Garden commercials. Ugghh, makes me so not want to go.&lt;br /&gt;~ Cialis commercials. Separate bathtubs?? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUH??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What, is this&lt;br /&gt;some kind of masochistic foreplay ('Hey, babe, don't you wish you could squeeze into this itty-bitty one size fits one tub with me and feel what you're missin'? Oh, you can't? Well here, let's just hold hands instead. Thank God I took my erectile meds today, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UUGGHH!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, that's it . Petty? Maybe, but I will add my usual caveat-oh, well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5463133660126633458?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5463133660126633458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5463133660126633458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5463133660126633458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5463133660126633458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-it-all-about-alfie.html' title='What&apos;s it all about, Alfie?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-6693676351901305280</id><published>2009-06-04T21:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:44:27.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Know what?</title><content type='html'>It really sucks that I allowed myself to disappear, but.. it's so cool to be found !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-6693676351901305280?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/6693676351901305280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=6693676351901305280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6693676351901305280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6693676351901305280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/06/know-what.html' title='Know what?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-2238213242675600281</id><published>2009-05-29T19:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:26:07.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are fat people REALLY jolly??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In my humble opinion, there are 3 types of fat people in the world. No, let me amend that- there are 3 types of fat WOMEN in the world, and I single out women, because I rarely see the following  behaviors in men.Whether that's due to the fact that chubbiness is more accepted in men than in women, I feel that that is definitely a factor, so without further adieu, here is my highly personal and most unscientific 'report' , and if I offend anyone, well...... so what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1) The Happy Fatty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;           The happy fatty is the woman who most likely has had weight issues her entire life, and is very comfortable with her size, and therefore tends to exude an air of self-confidence and self- acceptance. She's fat, she knows it, and she doesn't really care who 'approves' of her size or not. She dresses well( you'll never see an undersized belly shirt on THIS gal!), and her overall aforementioned demeanor makes one forget her size, and focus on the PERSON instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2) The Angry(but only at herself) Fatty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;            The above named fatty is a woman who has let herself go( hey, we ALL have, at some point, haven't we?), and isn't feeling too good about it. You can tell by her body language that she is definitely NOT comfortable in either her skin, or her clothes, and she wears her self-consciousness like a scarlet A on her chest. She is angry, to be sure, but not at anyone but herself. While she was stupid enough to make poor choices regarding food and lack of exercise, she is inherently smart enough to know that it was SHE that got herself on the fat track to the nearest Lane Bryant, and that it would be grossly unfair and unappealing to blame everyone in the universe, her husband, men in general, etc for her weight issues. She doesn't let her anger and self-loathing negatively affect her relationships, or her interactions with the everday world, and because of that, you find yourself secretly cheering her on to get back on the healthier living track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3) The Angry, ANGRY Fatty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;            The angry, ANGRY fatty has got to be the most reviled, obnoxious, hateful woman to walk the planet. She can relate to the previous fatties in that she can either be a forever fatty, or one who has just gotten plain lazy, but this is ALL that she has in common with numbers 1 and 2. The angry ANGRY is reviled , obnoxious and hateful, because while it is HER fault that she resembles a beachball on toothpicks, she is going to blame everyone else for her misery, and damnit, we are ALL going to pay for making her that way. The angry ANGRY tends to use coarse language on a regular basis; referring to her ex boyfreind as a douchebag, or calling the so called skinny gal in the office a 'c u next t'  is not below this gal's standards. She feels no anger towards HERSELF  for the fact that she is forced to dress in mu-mu's that even your grandma would eschew;  no, in her mind, it is the fault of Hugh Hefner, her boyfriend who happens to innocently check out a pretty girl walking by , snack cake manufacturers, fast food chains, Budweiser...ANYONE but herself. While it is true that American society wrongly covets the young and very thin,that  still should give no woman license to be a miserable bitch towards anyone who happens to be a shade or two thinner than she is. The angry ANGRY is the type of gal who will mumble 'slut' under her breath when a hottie walks by, or who will verbally tear apart  the classmate who has *God forbid* taken pride in herself, looks great, and dresses to show it. She exudes the utter disdain she is feeling towards her body, and the permanent scowl on her overly made up face is akin to a cobra showing it's hood; one finds onself running away from her as fast as they can. And yes, she is stupid, because while she is so busy being permanently pissed off, she has blinded gherself to the fact that size really doesn't matter if the person inside of the fat suit is a good, likeable, genuinely fun to be around person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-2238213242675600281?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/2238213242675600281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=2238213242675600281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2238213242675600281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2238213242675600281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-fat-people-really-jolly.html' title='Are fat people REALLY jolly??'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5979688573570798736</id><published>2009-02-09T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:34:55.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SZDno2ZWrlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fDWHCyefNzU/s1600-h/hardy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SZDno2ZWrlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fDWHCyefNzU/s200/hardy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300991450397716050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*SIGH*..........&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/11499076-5979688573570798736?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5979688573570798736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5979688573570798736' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5979688573570798736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5979688573570798736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SZDno2ZWrlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fDWHCyefNzU/s72-c/hardy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-2974683371153856759</id><published>2008-10-21T20:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:21:46.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Underrated...</title><content type='html'>but so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__VQX2Xn7tI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__VQX2Xn7tI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, I am feeling nostalgic...this song came out in '70, when I was a mere wisp of a 6 year old, and hearing it brings back such awesome memories  of my sisters and a fab childhood and such..&lt;br /&gt;but it's not a sad nostalgia. Nope, it's a good one.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, and pull up more of their stuff- she had one AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL voice. Such a damn, damn shame that she could never see just how special, meaningful,talented and truly loved she was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-2974683371153856759?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/2974683371153856759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=2974683371153856759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2974683371153856759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/2974683371153856759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-underrated.html' title='So Underrated...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5543830739886782134</id><published>2008-10-07T16:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:46:58.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Provocative!!</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's just me,and my less than innocent mind, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, just watch this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8273rlq1BEI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8273rlq1BEI&lt;/a&gt; and tell me the first thing that comes to mind when the band spells out the initials to the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yes, it is one of my fave songs by them, along with Love Cats and Let's Go to Bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5543830739886782134?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5543830739886782134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5543830739886782134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5543830739886782134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5543830739886782134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-maybe-its-just-me.html' title='How Provocative!!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-5392240242543564119</id><published>2008-10-05T18:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:49:46.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>-isms...</title><content type='html'>"I lost your honesty, you lost the life in you"&lt;br /&gt;"where does the end of me, become the start of you"- from Change by Tears for Fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to 25 or 6 to 4 by Chicago reminds me of being between the ages of six and eight; don't ask why, it just does. And yes, I love early Chicago- the jams are fabdabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall and the sounds of blue jays screeching remind me of my childhood, also, especially of Dyer School, my elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my twenties, I didn't appreciate my good skin and line-less face; I thought I was forever young and impervious to nature's inevitable ways. In my thirties, I was too busy raising young-uns to notice much of anything. Now , as I am resting anxiously(in a good way) in my mid-forties, I am so much appreciating my still blond(though gray laiden) long thick hair, my still good , laugh-line tinged good complexion and my much loved but still sometimes surprising self confidence. I am 44, and totally loving it! No 24 year old has ANYTHING on me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-5392240242543564119?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5392240242543564119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=5392240242543564119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5392240242543564119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/5392240242543564119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2008/10/isms.html' title='-isms...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-1744216200462882125</id><published>2008-10-02T22:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:01:33.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SOWK3ieM3xI/AAAAAAAAADc/vzQ-zar8GJ8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252757227148467986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SOWK3ieM3xI/AAAAAAAAADc/vzQ-zar8GJ8/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.I.G.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pretty Intelligent Gals For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sarah Palin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SOWIgKFFmTI/AAAAAAAAADU/vrItJ4ZVTEk/s1600-h/Gov-Palin-2006_Official.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252754626440436018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SOWIgKFFmTI/AAAAAAAAADU/vrItJ4ZVTEk/s200/Gov-Palin-2006_Official.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She SCORED tonight!! She was ....herself; witty, bright, uber-confident, sassy, REAL, EXPERIENCED, ACCOMPLISHED....wow.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my McCain-Palin signs to arrive in the mail!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-1744216200462882125?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/1744216200462882125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=1744216200462882125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1744216200462882125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/1744216200462882125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2008/10/p.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/SOWK3ieM3xI/AAAAAAAAADc/vzQ-zar8GJ8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11499076.post-6010178594117792197</id><published>2008-09-24T18:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:10:44.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Damn!!</title><content type='html'>Dennis Hopper is a Republican!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/1510435/posts"&gt;http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/1510435/posts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11499076-6010178594117792197?l=promenadeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/feeds/6010178594117792197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11499076&amp;postID=6010178594117792197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6010178594117792197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11499076/posts/default/6010178594117792197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promenadeit.blogspot.com/2008/09/hot-damn.html' title='Hot Damn!!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832894883861108328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBiOK5ZI3LE/Sj2TH3fUzUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JgyluXefJ_A/S220/12050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
