<?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-2335440245530575841</id><updated>2011-10-01T22:39:23.631-12:00</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='Goo Goo Dolls'/><category term='silly me'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='books'/><category term='random'/><category term='weeds'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='my'/><category term='mower'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='bitch and moan'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='public awareness issue'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='grass'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='caffeine'/><category term='G-D'/><category term='pisses me off'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='baby'/><category term='family'/><category term='everything in between'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Inebriated'/><category term='changes'/><category term='send em&apos; all home'/><category term='duhhh'/><title type='text'>Ranting My Wisdom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-9024968254505495181</id><published>2011-01-04T13:54:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T14:01:33.197-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Blaaahhhhhh</title><content type='html'>I need to unload some crap. I thought i might do it here. Hope you don't mind. It has been a minute since i posted on this the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;baby blog that I once nurtured the way I now try to nurture my son. I find myself trying to work through some crap. Let's see, where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father died &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I want to claw my own skin off (not really sure what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about)&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;antidepressant&lt;/span&gt; works but is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ravaging&lt;/span&gt; my liver (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood is challenging&lt;br /&gt;I am very restless&lt;br /&gt;Several health issues diagnosed in 2010; sleep apnea, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fibromyalgia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TMJ&lt;/span&gt; disorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that I am just exhausted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mentally&lt;/span&gt; and constantly physically &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fatigued&lt;/span&gt;. Not to mention I have had no 'me' time. Thus, no down time, no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grieving&lt;/span&gt; time, no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;'... Of course I can have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scheduled&lt;/span&gt; 'me' time but what good is that? When it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now breath in and exhale slowly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-9024968254505495181?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/9024968254505495181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=9024968254505495181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/9024968254505495181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/9024968254505495181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2011/01/blaaahhhhhh.html' title='Blaaahhhhhh'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-726820628112459574</id><published>2009-07-17T03:20:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T03:22:40.732-12:00</updated><title type='text'>My Yellow Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny thing, personal happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Some find it in a walk or a hug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some find it in the person lying next to them at night or in the dog that sleeps at their feet.&lt;br /&gt;Me, lately, I’ll take it any way I can get it.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I thought I had found it. My small piece of happiness… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hanging just there… from a metal rack, illuminated by  florescent lighting.&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet yellow bag! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I love you. (Well, it was you or your lime green twin.)&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, decisions!&lt;br /&gt; Jacob made it easy for me. He chose yellow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet baby boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  He IS my true happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder how long I’ll be able to take him along purse shopping… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-726820628112459574?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/726820628112459574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=726820628112459574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/726820628112459574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/726820628112459574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-yellow-bag.html' title='My Yellow Bag'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-4074153630282699846</id><published>2009-06-28T12:29:00.003-12:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:43:12.722-12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two Yous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jekyll&lt;/span&gt; and Hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a thought. When is the last time you thought of anyone in your life in such a way? Have you thought of yourself this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I have on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the mother who loves her son and husband. Goes to work and does a good job. Cares about the world in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the big pile of shit that I sometimes feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I always get to this place by myself. No, sometimes, I have help. You see, My husband is also a pile of shit sometimes. There is something to be said for a man to be able to make his wife &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;want to kill&lt;/span&gt; herself. But hey, just apart of the job. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I would (probably) do anything to myself. I have my son to take care of and watch after. It's just that sometimes I wish I were dead. Maybe, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;invisible&lt;/span&gt;, would be less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I wish I could be invisible sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-4074153630282699846?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/4074153630282699846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=4074153630282699846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/4074153630282699846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/4074153630282699846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-yous.html' title='The Two Yous'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-36615717750441085</id><published>2008-11-24T15:16:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:22:12.337-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G-D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>With the upcoming holiday.... it made me think of how thankful I am for the things I have. Of course I am thankful for my husband whom I almost lost a couple years ago to divorce. Which led to a make up, which in turn led to our beautiful son, Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to have a great job that I enjoy every day...ok, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a roof over my head, food in my belly, and for once in my life.... I actually do feel loved. Even through the antidepressants, I can still feel love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I am pretty numb to other emotions. Not really numb, but I feel them, and they are very dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I am with my son.... his love for me burns into my soul. It's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you G-D for all that you have helped me attain. For G-D, I am truly thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-36615717750441085?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/36615717750441085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=36615717750441085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/36615717750441085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/36615717750441085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-7296799951945347743</id><published>2008-09-13T08:40:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:40:44.579-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Today marks another wonderful week coming to a close.  It’s Friday afternoon 3:50… Louis Armstrong comes on Pandora. “What A Wonderful World” plays as I finish up my weeks filing.  I sigh heavily, thinking to myself, that yes, sometimes it is indeed a wonderful world. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Despite all the crap that is going on these days, it can still be a wonderful world. For me, having the ability to see that beauty in all that ugliness makes me happy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;I am glad to be alive today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-7296799951945347743?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/7296799951945347743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=7296799951945347743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7296799951945347743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7296799951945347743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2008/09/fridays.html' title='Fridays'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-7977727692174496649</id><published>2008-09-05T09:52:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:53:59.945-12:00</updated><title type='text'>DNA Testing Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I pride myself on the fact that I don’t have a huge assortment of pet peeves. I have some. Come to think of it, really, only a miniscule amount.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s see…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;If you are an animal owner, take care of your animals. ATTENTION: This means if you have a dog and live in Dade County Georgia, please abide by the ‘leash law”.  That way at 4 in the morning when some random dog gets my dogs worked up by peeing on the fence, it won’t be YOUR dog that I wish were dead or that I could shoot it with a paint ball gun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;If you’re a tree hugger… don’t buy a &lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; SUV and then plaster your love for the environment,  in the form of bumper stickers no less,  all over said &lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; SUV…!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; Well duh, no explanation needed there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Last but not least…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;If you carry nail clippers on your person, don’t use the freakin’ things in public! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;WHY?!? WHY!?!  Why would you clip your nails, say, at the doctor’s office as you wait? Or worse…at work!?! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Please people, do this in the privacy of your own homes!!!  That way, if I look over and see the afore mentioned  fragment of DNA sitting in the seat beside me… I know it’s not yours!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-7977727692174496649?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/7977727692174496649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=7977727692174496649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7977727692174496649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7977727692174496649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2008/09/dna-testing-anyone.html' title='DNA Testing Anyone?'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-4733721330775709555</id><published>2008-06-07T00:25:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:44:07.242-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh where, oh where have I been?</title><content type='html'>Well, as you all know, I am a new mommy. I never thought that I would belong to this "Mommy Club" that you hear buzz about in Parenting mags, or that you hear other parents talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's true. I am officially a card carrying member of said club. And let me tell you, it is the best, most humbling, awesome, enjoyably exhausting, and fulfilling job I have ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew you could love one tiny being so damn much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all that being said, it has changed my views of the world and the way I think and reacting in the world around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my time is short and I must go. I have more important things to do than veg out in front of the computer....(oh those days.....). Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-4733721330775709555?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/4733721330775709555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=4733721330775709555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/4733721330775709555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/4733721330775709555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-where-oh-where-have-i-been.html' title='Oh where, oh where have I been?'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-6912192055319392911</id><published>2008-03-28T02:12:00.004-12:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T02:20:35.050-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me "Mommy".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R-z9pZr0-MI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ecmASPhK6p8/s1600-h/Jacob+B+day+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R-z9pZr0-MI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ecmASPhK6p8/s320/Jacob+B+day+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182796158907775170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Jacob Daniel&lt;br /&gt;Born March 20th&lt;br /&gt;6:11  pm&lt;br /&gt;8 lbs, 3 oz&lt;br /&gt;19" long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-6912192055319392911?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/6912192055319392911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=6912192055319392911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6912192055319392911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6912192055319392911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-im-mom.html' title='Just call me &quot;Mommy&quot;.'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R-z9pZr0-MI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ecmASPhK6p8/s72-c/Jacob+B+day+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-5541551649063371241</id><published>2008-03-09T01:10:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T01:14:12.402-12:00</updated><title type='text'>My Horoscope Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You may feel as if your physical energy is simply not in a place where you can access it at this time, dear Aries. You may experience a tremendous sense of frustration when you try to engage in a physical routine or sport, and you don't feel as if things are clicking into place as easily as they should. At the same time, this invalidation is taking a toll on your entire sense of self. Do not get down on yourself for feeling the way you do. Accept the fact that there are good times and not so good times for doing certain things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny you should mention it..... (I think to myself). Perhaps it's the 7 lb. baby living in my belly...I dunno, ya' think...? Hey,I thought it was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-5541551649063371241?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/5541551649063371241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=5541551649063371241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/5541551649063371241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/5541551649063371241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-horoscope-today.html' title='My Horoscope Today'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-2322106286831876836</id><published>2008-03-08T23:44:00.003-12:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T23:49:35.049-12:00</updated><title type='text'>You say it's your birthday...!</title><content type='html'>Because of my sweet husband's latest turning of age, I decided to find his new favorite song. While doing that, I found the video and wanted to share. It's funny what an apple commercial can do for one's career!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YUxbDEPFiM&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YUxbDEPFiM&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-2322106286831876836?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2322106286831876836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2322106286831876836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2322106286831876836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2322106286831876836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='You say it&apos;s your birthday...!'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-2067075995634992751</id><published>2008-03-05T12:30:00.004-12:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:35:33.299-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R887wlzP0MI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Ik2G7pubfDQ/s1600-h/Baby+Room+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R887wlzP0MI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Ik2G7pubfDQ/s200/Baby+Room+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174420202838806722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R887jlzP0LI/AAAAAAAAAeY/_fudF4q146o/s1600-h/Baby+Room+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R887jlzP0LI/AAAAAAAAAeY/_fudF4q146o/s200/Baby+Room+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174419979500507314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R887-1zP0NI/AAAAAAAAAeo/G8swW2d706c/s1600-h/Baby+Room+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R887-1zP0NI/AAAAAAAAAeo/G8swW2d706c/s200/Baby+Room+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174420447651942610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some photos of the nursery. Now all we need is some furniture! The bottom right photo is of the quilt we'll be using.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-2067075995634992751?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2067075995634992751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2067075995634992751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2067075995634992751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2067075995634992751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2008/03/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R887wlzP0MI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Ik2G7pubfDQ/s72-c/Baby+Room+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-8768143330743549140</id><published>2008-02-29T12:38:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:45:31.193-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching The Clock</title><content type='html'>Have you people looked at the count down lately? I know I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news...the room is painted, carpet is clean, and curtains are on the windows. Yayy! Looks like a real room now. Not some big pile o' crap we ignore and pretend doesn't exist. Now as for the rest of our lil' home, it needs some straightening. I have tried to remedy this, but lets face it people...I'm too tired and too unable to move things around as need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as far as needing things done, the Husband is The Man. He has been wonderful through all of this and so patient and sweet. He must really be a saint 'cause I was already a bitch before getting pregnant and now I'm just a bitch that cries sometimes and sleeps very little. Bless his soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole pregnancy has been pretty uneventful. That's a good thing. They say that it could be as soon as March 15th for delivery. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must go find something to eat. I'm starving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-8768143330743549140?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/8768143330743549140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=8768143330743549140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8768143330743549140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8768143330743549140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2008/02/watching-clock.html' title='Watching The Clock'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-8800091215920472134</id><published>2007-12-30T03:46:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T04:02:31.506-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>From Blah to Babyrific!</title><content type='html'>With the new year  approaching fast and my Baby Byer countdown Widget now saying 90 days until the bundle o' joy arrives... I think it's time to get down to business with that extra place in the back of the house that we have tried to avoid for months now and make it baby ready. After all, the sock drawer will only last him for a few weeks or so. Better just get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready, Set, Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-8800091215920472134?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/8800091215920472134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=8800091215920472134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8800091215920472134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8800091215920472134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-blah-to-babyrific.html' title='From Blah to Babyrific!'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-1157667066604553091</id><published>2007-12-29T02:18:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T02:57:10.661-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theodore 2005-2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3ZeiKMbScI/AAAAAAAAAdU/D5yeDLSE9wc/s1600-h/Theodore2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3ZeiKMbScI/AAAAAAAAAdU/D5yeDLSE9wc/s400/Theodore2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149407164889778626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You received a name of such grandeur for your exceptional ability to snuggle up with anyone who would let you. Even though you were a thin and sometimes frail cat... You were like a teddy bear, hence the name, Theodore. We will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3ZfEqMbShI/AAAAAAAAAd8/A30fN7mf3VY/s1600-h/Theodore1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3ZfEqMbShI/AAAAAAAAAd8/A30fN7mf3VY/s400/Theodore1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149407757595265554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3ZemaMbSdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/hFThaNR1EW4/s1600-h/Theodore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3ZemaMbSdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/hFThaNR1EW4/s400/Theodore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149407237904222674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-1157667066604553091?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/1157667066604553091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=1157667066604553091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1157667066604553091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1157667066604553091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/12/theodore-2005-2007-you-received-name-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3ZeiKMbScI/AAAAAAAAAdU/D5yeDLSE9wc/s72-c/Theodore2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-6836296695619586729</id><published>2007-12-24T05:11:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T08:46:44.568-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Goodies For The Eyes</title><content type='html'>These are just my way of saying Happy Holidays to all the fine people out there. Plus I wanted to show off some fantastic christmas inspired photos brought to you by the JRB. To see more of this wonderful photography, please click &lt;a href="http://www.jaredrbyer.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; . Enjoy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R2_q6qMbSSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zd27RKgwJdA/s1600-h/tree+and+ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R2_q6qMbSSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zd27RKgwJdA/s400/tree+and+ball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147591192587487522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R2_q0qMbSRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OJGAWJa1Nrc/s1600-h/fruit+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R2_q0qMbSRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OJGAWJa1Nrc/s400/fruit+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147591089508272402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-6836296695619586729?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/6836296695619586729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=6836296695619586729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6836296695619586729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6836296695619586729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-goodies-for-eyes.html' title='Holiday Goodies For The Eyes'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R2_q6qMbSSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zd27RKgwJdA/s72-c/tree+and+ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-2728609480722846575</id><published>2007-12-15T12:03:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T12:29:19.071-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby Byer Update</title><content type='html'>I recently visited one of my OBs. Yes, I said "one of" because I have 2 different offices that I have to go to. There's Regular OB and High Risk OB. These a courtesy of HR OB. Don't worry though, I only see the HR OB because of my insulin resistance. All is well as of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the ultrasound, he acted like a lil' ham for the "camera". Proving that yes, he will fit right into the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first picture is a standard side profile of our baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R2RvZKMbSPI/AAAAAAAAAaE/e5Sx62qG6h0/s1600-h/Baby+25+Weeks+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R2RvZKMbSPI/AAAAAAAAAaE/e5Sx62qG6h0/s400/Baby+25+Weeks+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144359152387836146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second one is kind of shocking because he's looking right at us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R2RwCaMbSQI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xyeUwAgw4JA/s1600-h/Baby+25+Weeks+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R2RwCaMbSQI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xyeUwAgw4JA/s400/Baby+25+Weeks+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144359861057440002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-2728609480722846575?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2728609480722846575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2728609480722846575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2728609480722846575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2728609480722846575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/12/baby-byer-update.html' title='Baby Byer Update'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R2RvZKMbSPI/AAAAAAAAAaE/e5Sx62qG6h0/s72-c/Baby+25+Weeks+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-1048971526601260623</id><published>2007-12-10T10:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:16:27.916-12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Compass</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vK6MDIEQjMg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vK6MDIEQjMg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I must say given all the drama surrounding the release of this movie, I am very interested in reading the book and then seeing the movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Protesters welcomed the premiere of "The Golden Compass"..&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Many Christian groups are calling the movie anti-Christian and warning parents not to let children see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A group in Ft. Oglethorpe is part of that controversy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Know before you go" say the signs greeting the Friday night movie crowd at Battlefield Cinemas in Ft. Oglethorpe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This group isn't protesting the movie theater, just the movie "The Golden Compass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Protestor Ralph Pyle says, "We're trying to make parents, and pastors, and Sunday School teachers, and Christians aware of how some of these movies are being filtered in to their children."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The movie has drawn massive Christian opposition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Organizations such as The Catholic league and Focus On the Family have taken a stance against the movie for the pro-atheist/anti-church message they say it promotes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The movie is based on a series of books written by outspoken atheist Philip Pullman, although the author denies any hidden agenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In the books children fight to kill a character called God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Some say the idea is anti-Christian and goes against biblical teaching, but the film's stars disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nicole Kidman plays Ms. Coulter in the film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She says, "I mean I don't see it as that and obviously its open to interpretation, but I would be surprised if people actually saw the film and felt that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pyle admits he hasn't seen the movie and his grandchildren have even chosen not to watch it. He says he just wants more parents to pay attention to the movies their children see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pyle says, "Somebody said 'Well, its a choice.' And I love the idea of it being a choice, but I wish they would also after seeing the movie is take them to church Sunday and give them a choice there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Click here to read more about "The Golden Compass" and find out what other local people have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Of course, keep in mind, I have not yet laid eyes nor hands on  book or movie.&lt;br /&gt;With that said, my question is this...&lt;br /&gt;According to the local news reports am I to form an opinion and believe this "witch hunt"?&lt;br /&gt;Sure it may have atheistic views...&lt;br /&gt;So does that mean that we should have a good ole' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Censorship_in_the_United_States.com/"&gt;Book Burning&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Things like that have done so much good for entire countries in the past! I feel I MUST see this movie now! I need to  actually form my own opinion instead of believing what someone else tells me to.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'll need to know if I need to show up at the "bonfire" or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R13BZQzShZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/3_-NegoGz5c/s1600-h/NewYorkSocietyForTheSuppressionOfVice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R13BZQzShZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/3_-NegoGz5c/s400/NewYorkSocietyForTheSuppressionOfVice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142478989277955474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Censorship_in_the_United_States.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2335440245530575841-1048971526601260623?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/1048971526601260623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=1048971526601260623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1048971526601260623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1048971526601260623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/12/golden-compass.html' title='The Golden Compass'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R13BZQzShZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/3_-NegoGz5c/s72-c/NewYorkSocietyForTheSuppressionOfVice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-21678550618781702</id><published>2007-11-10T09:55:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T10:00:24.536-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch and moan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Life For Hire</title><content type='html'>I need someone to organize my life and my home....and be extremely affordable, yet offer quality work...ughhh! I am currently cleaning out the extra room that is to become the nursery...however, it's like crazy madness with the amount of shit that's piled up in there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-21678550618781702?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/21678550618781702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=21678550618781702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/21678550618781702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/21678550618781702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-for-hire.html' title='Life For Hire'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-3987962435768062428</id><published>2007-10-26T10:43:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:46:16.868-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me, Help You</title><content type='html'>I hate stupid people. I find myself frustrated because I am STILL having to remind a certain person of the correct thing to do at their job. Pay some attention. Maybe if you did, I wouldn't have to watch after you so much. In turn I wouldn't be so mean and hateful to you and everyone around me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-3987962435768062428?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/3987962435768062428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=3987962435768062428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/3987962435768062428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/3987962435768062428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/10/help-me-help-you.html' title='Help Me, Help You'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-9013931455853302363</id><published>2007-10-14T10:24:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T10:35:23.323-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I am going to be a mother. I mean, obviously my body has decided otherwise. Perhaps the giveaway now is my protruding belly. Yesterday I reached 16 weeks. This upcoming Friday we hope to identify the " sex" of said protrusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have done nothing with the junk room that is to be the nursery.  Of course at this point I feel I should rent a dumpster, nail all things I deem important to my household down, and turn our dwelling on it's ear, allowing all the "crap" to fall into the waiting dumpster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not a great theory, but there is simply too much stuff to got through!!! Stuff we haven't laid eyes on in over 6 years. Clothes that haven't been worn since G-D was a boy...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just frustrated and am praying for simplicity. Perhaps I will come home and find that the junk fairies have visited and taken all the things I don't need, or even really want, away from my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that I will have a child that sleeps in the drawer of our bedroom furniture. I mean it...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; has been done! The drawer may be a good possibility at this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will go lie down and read...all this thinking about working on the house has me exhausted and stressed to the max...lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-9013931455853302363?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/9013931455853302363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=9013931455853302363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/9013931455853302363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/9013931455853302363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/10/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-7913788178744537492</id><published>2007-10-12T23:59:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T00:05:59.739-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>Do you know someone who has assimilated for  someone else? I think everyone does... or has been... I know I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;as·sim·i·late (ə-sĭm'ə-lāt') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;v.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" class="kw"&gt;-lat·ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" class="kw"&gt;-lat·ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" class="kw"&gt;-lates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;v.tr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physiology. &lt;ol type="a"&gt;&lt;li&gt; To consume and incorporate (nutrients) into the body after digestion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; To transform (food) into living tissue by the process of anabolism; metabolize constructively.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; To incorporate and absorb into the mind: assimilate knowledge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; To make similar; cause to resemble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Linguistics.  To alter (a sound) by assimilation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; To absorb (immigrants or a culturally distinct group) into the prevailing culture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;v.intr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-7913788178744537492?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/7913788178744537492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=7913788178744537492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7913788178744537492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7913788178744537492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/10/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-1278798786396461862</id><published>2007-10-07T02:32:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T02:39:27.143-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Dirt</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else ever wonder why some companies feel that it is necessary to post the sign, "Employees MUST wash hands!", on the bathroom wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it some way to try and make me feel better about my visit to said business. The fact is stated plainly on the wall that their employees &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposedly&lt;/span&gt; have clean hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a little pessimistic if you must... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that flouresent sign on the mirror in the ladies room makes me a little afraid. Afraid that this business, that I have elected to visit of my own free will, hires people that they have to remind to wash their hands!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna go shower now. I feel a little dirty all of a sudden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-1278798786396461862?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/1278798786396461862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=1278798786396461862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1278798786396461862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1278798786396461862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/10/dirty-dirt.html' title='Dirty Dirt'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-2157533356549988555</id><published>2007-09-02T03:24:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T03:28:19.795-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>So this is a long weekend for many. I know that I am enjoying the idea of not having to go back to work on Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Tuesday, I will be so busy that I won't have time to breathe! Some say the longer weekend is not worth it.  Me... I say it is. Tuesday will go by so fast that it won't even matter by Wednesday. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful for the 3 days of relaxation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-2157533356549988555?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2157533356549988555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2157533356549988555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2157533356549988555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2157533356549988555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-7992035747047955991</id><published>2007-09-01T03:29:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T03:47:06.307-12:00</updated><title type='text'>21K Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cruising threw the vast internets this morning, I came across this lil' story from the AP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="SectionBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;As an expectant parent, I found it interesting. However, it may be a bit of the overkill in this case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Parents, take it from the women who run one of the city's most sought-after preschools: Don't go crazy over getting your kids into the hot ticket in your town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;''We really feel strongly that a quality early childhood experience is essential for the growth and development of young children, and can give them a wonderful start for understanding what they need in order to learn,'' says Nancy Schulman, director of the 92nd Street Y Nursery School in Manhattan. ''But it doesn't have to be in a particular place.'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Schulman and associate director Ellen Birnbaum are used to encountering real preschool anxiety. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="Section"&gt; &lt;div class="SectionBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;In hypercompetitive New York, the preschool application process is fraught with worry: limits on application numbers; play sessions that serve as school interviews; worries that somehow, whatever happens when children are just three or four years old will make or break their chances for success in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A spot at the 92nd Street Y--where teachers are considered among the best in their field and tuition runs $21 thousand a year for four- and five-year-olds--is coveted by many, including boldface names such as Woody Allen, Michael J. Fox and some of Wall Street's heaviest C-suite executives. It's sometimes called the Harvard of preschools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; But in their new book, Practical Wisdom for Parents: Demystifying the Preschool Years, which covers both home and school life, the educators say parents need to set aside all that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Go with your gut when choosing a preschool and don't worry much about reputation, cost, or any of the scores of bewildering factors a parent weighs, they say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Now, is my baby's future worth 21K???.... You betcha'!....Am I gonna spend that kind of money on a preschool? Highly unlikely. But it is a thought....Nawww, just kidding! Even I'm smarter than that...And I didn't go to a 21K preschool! lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-7992035747047955991?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/7992035747047955991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=7992035747047955991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7992035747047955991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7992035747047955991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/09/21k-preschool.html' title='21K Preschool'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-1180337839869937775</id><published>2007-08-12T04:31:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T04:43:02.086-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>INs &amp; OUTs</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, funny how long it's been since I last blogged. I have had a lot going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So good news first. I have recently found out I'm gonna be a mommy! Wow! A mommy! ......hmmm........ oh shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is funny ho much you think you know about life until it becomes apparent that you are going to be the teacher and roll model for someone else. It can totally flip you out. I am excited, yet scared all in one big ball of nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No morning sickness yet. Just a little nauseated. I would love to be one of those lucky women that never throw up while with child! That would be fantastic!!! I'd be like Yayyyy for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One downer is this...because of the "Syndrome X", AKA; Insulin Resistance, I am VERY predisposed to becoming  a victim of the gestational diabetes (the diabetes  may stick around after the birth as well).  Which in turn automatically makes me "high-risk". And therefore,  basically,  screws me and the wee one out of the birthing center of our choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm being told to go to jail, go directly to jail...and DO NOT collect $200.00! Ughhhghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-1180337839869937775?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/1180337839869937775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=1180337839869937775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1180337839869937775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1180337839869937775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/08/ins-outs.html' title='INs &amp; OUTs'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-1715484081963963477</id><published>2007-06-23T02:55:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:58:21.816-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps...</title><content type='html'>...the storm has passed. I feel calmer than I have in quite some time. I have had a great week. Things might work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, there will always be a part of me that is apprehensive about him. I don't think I can help it. If it is not there forever, at least I know that it will be there for an extended amount of time. I can admit that to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everyone have a great weekend! I know I'm going to! Yayyy for Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-1715484081963963477?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/1715484081963963477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=1715484081963963477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1715484081963963477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1715484081963963477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/06/perhaps.html' title='Perhaps...'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-1743678360443823338</id><published>2007-06-09T17:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T17:05:37.911-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>I have not had a full nights rest in 4 days. I also have not had an appetite. Now, I do not know if that is from illness, stress, or a mixture of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I have had a giant weight lifted off my shoulders. At the same time, I am utterly confused about what's next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will find out soon. I am going to let the other shoe drop. Hopefully it will step forward and not backward. Feet, don't fail me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-1743678360443823338?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/1743678360443823338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=1743678360443823338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1743678360443823338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1743678360443823338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-6476626300509124534</id><published>2007-06-08T18:58:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:22:42.043-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly me'/><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>I think that a fuzzy haze has descended upon my life once again. Things are not as they should be. I am out of sorts. That never happens unless alcohol is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions need to be made. These aren't your run of the mill laundry list details. These are life changing decisions I am going to eventually have to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that happiness can not be achieved by projecting your wants and needs onto another person. I am responsible for my own happiness. Me...that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frightening really to think about how I have just floated along the river of life. Choices I've made have shaped this river, but those were only slivers and crescent curves in the water of life. I fear that not only will this produce rampant rapids, the river may actually dry up all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been myself for some time. I think it is time that I find out who I really am. I know the old me is still there beneath all this baggage and misery that I have heaped upon myself. Deep down, she's still there. Barely breathing and unable to see the light of day. She is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to find a way to coax her out from hiding. To retrieve her life, grasping it with both hands and swearing to never let her go again. Ever. No matter who walks through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is a funny thing. Which is odd that I say that, because pain is not fun... It, however, is a fact of life. Just as so many things are facts in this life of mine. Facts that I have denied for several years. Always hoping that I could love enough to erase all the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind. Unfortunately, there is one thing love can't hide....hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-6476626300509124534?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/6476626300509124534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=6476626300509124534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6476626300509124534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6476626300509124534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/06/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-2161044086257230953</id><published>2007-06-08T17:10:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T17:11:13.073-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I don't love you</title><content type='html'>Well, when you go&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when you get back&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off to find another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time that you still owe&lt;br /&gt;You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know&lt;br /&gt;So take your gloves and get out&lt;br /&gt;Better get out&lt;br /&gt;While you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I did&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading&lt;br /&gt;So sick and tired of all the needless beating&lt;br /&gt;But baby when they knock you&lt;br /&gt;Down and out&lt;br /&gt;It's where you oughta stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the blood that you still owe&lt;br /&gt;Another dollar's just another blow&lt;br /&gt;So fix your eyes and get up&lt;br /&gt;Better get up&lt;br /&gt;While you can&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whooa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I did&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you have the guts to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-2161044086257230953?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2161044086257230953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2161044086257230953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2161044086257230953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2161044086257230953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-love-you.html' title='I don&apos;t love you'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-6916034972325269004</id><published>2007-06-05T13:01:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T13:05:34.232-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn...</title><content type='html'>Well, I am sick again. Of course this has been going on for about 5 weeks now. Finally I went to the Dr and they put me on some more meds. I got some more blood tests done and we are waiting on the results...yayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went home from work early. I could barely hold my head up. My lymph nodes are huge and feel like I have marbles under my skin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pardon me for the lack luster commentary of my day. I think I'll get ready to go to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-6916034972325269004?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/6916034972325269004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=6916034972325269004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6916034972325269004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6916034972325269004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/06/yawn.html' title='Yawn...'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-3721031621413040422</id><published>2007-06-03T13:22:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:32:55.874-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>What The Fuck</title><content type='html'>If you had very little money because of all your credit cards, car payments and other shit you "had" to have...Why would you spend $150.00 on something you don't fucking need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I wouldn't. Unfortunately, I am married to someone who has a spending habit. It's not drugs or gambling or  even women. It's just useless shit that he won't even care about having inside of a month. I guarantee that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him a great deal, but I am sick of not ever having anything. Sure he makes most of the money, but I put in a full 8 a hours a day too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve something. I go to the bar 3 to 4 times a month and that counts as my "allowance". Of course it is sure to be thrown up in face at a later date. FUCK! So why don't I just sit at home and do nothing. I think I'll just sit here and wait for the credit card bills and the car notes and the motorcycle payment reminders to pile up around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick to death of feeling like I am getting the raw end of the deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, I just mentioned to someone today how he was really trying to make this marriage a team effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel I have to draw the line at getting credit cards your spouse knows nothing about, charging it up, and then asking forgiveness when the bill comes at the end of the month is bull shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-3721031621413040422?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/3721031621413040422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=3721031621413040422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/3721031621413040422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/3721031621413040422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-fuck.html' title='What The Fuck'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-8844617639768146067</id><published>2007-06-03T01:24:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T01:32:03.967-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-What?</title><content type='html'>Well, here it is Sunday again. My week went by so fast. And of course the weekend has gone by faster. The hubby and I went and met R and Keith for some fun at the Applebee's last  night. I often have a few beers, some food and of course a few shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was feelin sassy yesterday before we left for the big town of the nooga and decided to find some new shots to try out while at the bee's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I found a winner. It is called Antifreeze. Why does it have that name you ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's as green as it's namesake and I think it could effectively keep your engine from freezing in the wintertime.  Its Melon Liq &amp; Vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, I suggest a higher quality vodka than well at your local pub. However, I had to rough it since they were out of Grey Goose. So try it with a good vodka and mix to chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was strong, but I sure did laugh a lot last night!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-8844617639768146067?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/8844617639768146067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=8844617639768146067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8844617639768146067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8844617639768146067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/06/anti-what.html' title='Anti-What?'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-1577306666520230582</id><published>2007-05-26T02:37:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T02:54:52.849-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!.....Save My Slipper!</title><content type='html'>So this morning I am going about my Saturday morning routine. This consists of starting the coffee, popping some frozen waffles in the oven, and generally just waiting for those two things to get finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had went back and forth in the house several times. This is when I noticed that Theodore was following me. Almost a "stalk" if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for those of you who do not know Theodore and have not had the pleasure of meeting him, please understand, he is one of the sweetest cats we have ever taken in. He has been a part of our family for two years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's right on my heals. I check to make sure there is food and water. Whiley, Luckie, &amp; Pigeon do not seem extra needy this morning like Theodore is. I am standing in the kitchen and he grabs hold of my slipper! I'm thinking, "silly kitty". He then proceeded to bit my big toe and take off with my slipper in his mouth!!!  "Aggggggghhhh!", I cry out. The husband watches, with his mouth open as Theo attacks and wrestles with said slipper in the middle of the dining room floor. He was really trying to rip it apart. His tail was all fuzzed out and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are thinking he is just playing and got a little rough with my foot. After all, he was only after the slipper, and my foot just happened to be in the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, he has me cornered in the kitchen going for my bare feet! Then the husband came in the room and Theo went after his feet!!! What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried about him. I put him in time out in the laundry room away from us and the other cats hoping he just needs to relax some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I had my own cat attack me (Taffy, who I had from age 3 to 21), she had a tumor growing in her belly. We had it taken out and then she was fine. I hope that it's not so serious with Theodore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell. I'll keep yall posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-1577306666520230582?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/1577306666520230582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=1577306666520230582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1577306666520230582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1577306666520230582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/05/strange-cat.html' title='Help!.....Save My Slipper!'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-1205556406933284438</id><published>2007-05-25T10:22:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:31:37.353-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know...</title><content type='html'>I know lots of things. One of those things being that I have not "really" blogged in some time. Things have been hectic in the Ranting world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I sit here in front of the computer waiting for my delicious Mexican Feast to cook. Now, this gets me to thinking about people who are fans of the Ranting Mexican Feasts. Who is my number one fan? No other than our own Real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at this present moment in time, he is wondering around NJ somewhere with that wonderful girl we refer to as "The Lesley".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYY! I know you guys are having a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time also gives me the opportunity to introduce the "bare bones" myspace page I have started.&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/danara8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will also enlighten some about my previous post on Charisma. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; charismatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm, I think dinner is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to my peeps and I'll holler at yall later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-1205556406933284438?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/1205556406933284438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=1205556406933284438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1205556406933284438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1205556406933284438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know...'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-3215804821778580972</id><published>2007-05-07T13:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T13:33:59.745-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Charisma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="dablink"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For other uses, see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charisma_%28disambiguation%29" title="Charisma (disambiguation)"&gt;Charisma (disambiguation)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p127/danara8/021807cruise009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p127/danara8/021807cruise009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;The word &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;charisma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_language" title="Greek language"&gt;Greek&lt;/a&gt; word χάρισμα &lt;i&gt;(kharisma)&lt;/i&gt;, "gift" or "divine favor," from &lt;i&gt;kharizesthai&lt;/i&gt;, "to favor," from &lt;i&gt;kharis&lt;/i&gt;, "favor": &lt;i&gt;see also&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charism" title="Charism"&gt;charism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) refers to a rare trait found in certain human personalities usually including extreme charm and a 'magnetic' quality of personality and/or appearance along with innate and powerfully sophisticated personal communicability and persuasiveness. Though very difficult or even impossible to define accurately (due to a lack of widely accepted criteria in regard to the trait), &lt;strong class="selflink"&gt;charisma&lt;/strong&gt; is often used to describe an (elusive, even undefinable) personality trait that often includes the seemingly 'supernatural' or uncanny ability to lead, charm, persuade, inspire, and/or influence people. It refers especially to a quality in certain people who easily draw the attention and admiration (or even hatred if the charisma is negative) of others due to a 'magnetic' quality of personality and/or appearance. Similar terms/phrases related to &lt;i&gt;charisma&lt;/i&gt; include: &lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/grace" class="extiw" title="wiktionary:grace"&gt;grace&lt;/a&gt;, exuberance, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Equanimity" title="Equanimity"&gt;equanimity&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mystique" title="Mystique"&gt;mystique&lt;/a&gt;, positive energy, joie de vivre, extreme &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charm" title="Charm"&gt;charm&lt;/a&gt;, personal magnetism,              personal appeal, "electricity," and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allure" title="Allure"&gt;allure&lt;/a&gt;, among many &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=charisma" class="external text" title="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=charisma" rel="nofollow"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup id="_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charisma#_note-0" title=""&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;. Usually &lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt; of these specific qualities must be present within a single individual for the person to be considered &lt;i&gt;highly charismatic&lt;/i&gt; by the public and their peers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Despite the strong emotions they so often induce in others, charismatic individuals generally project unusual calmness, confidence, assertiveness, dominance, authenticity, and focus, and almost always possess superb communication and/or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oratory" title="Oratory"&gt;oratorical&lt;/a&gt; skills. Although the etymology of the word ("divine gift") might suggest that charisma can't be acquired, and despite the persistent inability to accurately define or even fully understand the concept, it is believed that charisma can be taught and/or learned. Others &lt;sup title="Weasel Words"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Avoid_weasel_words" title="Wikipedia:Avoid weasel words"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; disagree with this assertion and maintain that it is an inborn trait and that it cannot be either learned, taught, or 'gained.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-3215804821778580972?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/3215804821778580972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=3215804821778580972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/3215804821778580972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/3215804821778580972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/05/charisma.html' title='Charisma'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-4320238953652680572</id><published>2007-04-28T11:54:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:23:26.622-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax Free Holiday....I Call Shenanigans!</title><content type='html'>Today in the big Nooga' the government has blessed us with a tax free holiday. Now for those of you unfamiliar, this is a day generally reserved for back to school. However, the TN gov. having the idea of a spring shopping tax break, instead of paying citizens back for over taxation , hence, causing  there to be a huge bankroll (for a state that can't even manage their own "health insurance" issues). It has been declared this weekend a tax free for all. (Clothing, computers and school supplies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the husband  needed new shoes. One pair for work and one for leisure, (to be pronounced with a long e). I also had some needs that I hoped that this tax holiday could satisfy. Jeans and a swimsuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We venture out, off the mountain, 45 miles to the shopping heartbeat of the Nooga. Kohl's,Goodies, and a Target oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peolpe and clothing abound at our first stop, Kohl's. Levis...$19.99!!!! SWEET, they STRETCH too!!! Bathing suits from elbow to asshole... The jeans did not fit! NONE of them! Bastards. . (I mutter to myself about a possible conspiracy...) Bathing suits... NONE over a size 16!!! Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;I ask husband...got shoes? Yes, he says. Off to our 2nd stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodies had NOTHING for anyone in a size 20 that I thought my grandmother wouldn't already have hanging in her closet. Quick exit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm holding out for a miricle at the Target. I go in, focused, untouchable. Climbing and clawing my way to the plus size swimsuits. (The jeans have fallen to the wayside at this point.)&lt;br /&gt;I find ONE cute, attractive, and reasonably priced suit. I go to try it on. Motherfucker doesn't fit. Looked like two wild boars doin' the fandango in there!!!! UGGGHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no swimsuits were found at any of these places. However, I did notice a trend. All the tankini bottoms now come with belts. Belts people, really, on a damn bathing suit!!! Perhaps manufactures could save all that extra fabric they used to make said belts on all the suits in Chattanooga and sew me a decent swimsuit that my ass doesn't hang out of. It could be a suit of many colors! Yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all that said, and the conspiracy theory proven, I must inform my dear friends that it was not a tax free holiday for the Ranting. I feel overtaxed and pooped out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-4320238953652680572?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/4320238953652680572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=4320238953652680572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/4320238953652680572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/4320238953652680572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/04/tax-free-holidayi-call-shenanigans.html' title='Tax Free Holiday....I Call Shenanigans!'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-4253271811964503855</id><published>2007-04-27T10:04:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T10:34:16.819-12:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A- Available or Single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nope, married for 8 years in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B- Best Friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Carrie: All the way back from middle school days. We are still tight 17 years later!&lt;br /&gt;#2 Keith: New found to my collection. When we met we were both like, I think I met you in a  past life... Kindda' like kindred spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Cake or Pie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake, but only if it's very, very moist. I am especially weak for a bunt cake of any persuasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D- Drink of Choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning coffee. Strong and dark. Heavy on the French vanilla cream and one Splenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E- Essential Item?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipod, gotsta have it in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F- Favorite Color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G- Gummi Bears or worms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bears please. Generally,I am opposed to eating worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H- Hometown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chickamauga, Ga (silly spell check, that IS how you spell it!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I- Indulgence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't really have any. Nor do I have a chance to get any. My husband has too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J- January or February?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January of course!(Word has it on of my favorite peeps birthday is that month.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K- Kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not now, maybe later, after I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L- Life is incomplete without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please refer back to letter D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M- Marriage date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/8/99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N- Number of siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- One brother I claim who is technically my Bil. The other is 10 years younger than me and it depends on what day of the week it is whether I claim him or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O- Oranges or apples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples-green,green,green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P- Phobias/fears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hate me some zombies. They are ever so slow, but they always catch you!!! Ok, ENOUGH about that!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q- Favorite Quote?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Well behaved women rarely make his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;tory."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R- Reasons to smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alive! After all, it would be hard to smile if I were dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S- Season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring and fall, both great gardening seasons. The alpha and the omega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T- Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;How about "tagless"? Glad there isn't one in my shirt or my undies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U- Unknown fact about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am a published poet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V- Vegetable you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;C-E-L-E-R-Y! Yuck, yuckity, yuck!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W- Worst habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Depends on who you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X- X-rays you’ve had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collarbone and middle finger, both "to the left..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y- Your favorite foods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;El Mexicano (as long as it's legal, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z- Zodiac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aries, ready for a fight!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/2335440245530575841-4253271811964503855?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/4253271811964503855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=4253271811964503855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/4253271811964503855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/4253271811964503855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/04/abc.html' title='ABC'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-98561378600793216</id><published>2007-03-31T14:09:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T06:00:22.612-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Doins</title><content type='html'>So, it's been sometime since I did some serious bitchin and moanin....Well, it's been a while since I actually did some serious posting, come to think of it. I thought I would give it a whirl today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally exhausted, do please forgive me if some of this is incoherent. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Where to start? Oh. I'll just work backward from Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with D of course, the BIL and FIL also joined. We went to a new mexican place out near the new walmart. It is really tasty food. Not overly seasoned and not greasy. So it doesnt make us sick like so many places do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went for a ride-along with my friend K. He is one of Chattanooga Cities Finest. He is also one of my best friends. So he gets to work and we hang out at the same time. So does this mean basically he gets paid to hang out with me? Well, yes as a matter of fact it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a DUI to jail on under age consumption and a firearm charge. It was great. The kid basically lied every time he opened his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know this might sound strange, but most cops (and people for that matter) prefer the truth. Straight out. If you get stopped, just tell em when you hand them your info. Those who I know will usually take it easier on you if you don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing poorly in the department of working out. I do intend to get back into it. Sometimes it is hard to find the drive and motivation once you lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new tires for the Cougar. Wow!  It really isn't supposed to shake and make that kind of noise when you drive it? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some new curtains for the kitchen They, however, did not fit the kitchen windows. So, I put them in the dining room instead. I like them. They let in much more light than the previous window dressings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's it for now. Have a great work week people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-98561378600793216?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/98561378600793216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=98561378600793216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/98561378600793216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/98561378600793216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend-doins.html' title='Weekend Doins'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-2361864677949522598</id><published>2007-03-19T11:09:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:11:42.191-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Envelope Please....(drum roll)......</title><content type='html'>My tests came back fine!!!!! Yayyyyyy! Things are looking up! We will see if they stay that way. Thanks for all the kind words from everyone! More later, gotta run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXOO's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-2361864677949522598?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2361864677949522598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2361864677949522598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2361864677949522598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2361864677949522598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/03/envelope-pleasedrum-roll.html' title='Envelope Please....(drum roll)......'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-6126404799444951280</id><published>2007-03-04T13:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T13:21:17.090-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness someone knows why....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zykTpmCIekU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zykTpmCIekU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-6126404799444951280?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/6126404799444951280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=6126404799444951280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6126404799444951280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6126404799444951280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-goodness-someone-knows-why.html' title='Thank goodness someone knows why....'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-546891025584232130</id><published>2007-02-26T12:15:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T12:36:04.225-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything in between'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>It is strange how the view of the world changes when you think you are gravely ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself daydreaming about long vacations on the beach and driving really fast sports cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things in my life fall under a closer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrutinising eye&lt;/span&gt;. Am I happy? Will I be able to be happy for the rest of my life in my current situation? How long will I live? One year or 60 more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is almost like a mythical unicorn when you are in the day to day grind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found it easier to ponder life changing events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I have done differently? Would I have been nicer to people if I would had known that my life may possibly be cut short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking at things in a whole new light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it takes a startling realization to force people to return to who they really are. Not a job title or a paycheck or social status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not found out anything definite, but when I do, I will share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is in stone. Life is what you make of it. So, have a little fun, no matter how much time you have left on this earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-546891025584232130?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/546891025584232130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=546891025584232130' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/546891025584232130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/546891025584232130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/02/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-1415021550684227181</id><published>2007-02-24T01:14:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:17:08.608-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pisses me off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch and moan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>Life, It Ain't What I Ordered</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like someone is sucking the life out of you? That is how I woke up feeling this morning. I don't know how, but things are gonna change. I can't live like this anymore. Suffication is a terrible way to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-1415021550684227181?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/1415021550684227181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=1415021550684227181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1415021550684227181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1415021550684227181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-it-aint-what-i-ordered.html' title='Life, It Ain&apos;t What I Ordered'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-7703539165738558012</id><published>2007-02-18T03:02:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:03:15.346-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/Rdhqky_Cl1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mhMo53QSLK8/s1600-h/logo-pig-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032889763980547922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/Rdhqky_Cl1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mhMo53QSLK8/s400/logo-pig-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to customary superstition, the Pig type is usually an honest, straightforward and patient person. They are a modest, shy character who prefers to work quietly behind the scenes. When others despair, they are often there to offer support. This type of person is reserved with those they do not know too well, but as time passes and they gain confidence, those around them may discover a lively and warm-hearted person behind that mask of aloofness. Despite those born in the year of pig having a wide circle of friends and acquaintances, they have few close friends who understand them and share their inner thoughts and feelings. It is easy to put trust in pig type; they won't let you down and will never even attempt to do so. Such people simply want to do everything right according to social norms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also according to customary superstition, that these people are not vengeful creatures. If someone tries to take advantage of them, the pig type tend to withdraw to reflect on the problem and protect themselves. All they need in such situations is a little time to find a constructive way to respond. The people of the pig type are conservative creatures of habit. They dislike being made to travel too far from familiar surroundings, unless it is a trip to the countryside. They love nature and are never happier than when they are out somewhere, far from the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a tolerant and peaceful side to the character of Pig types. Such people are never afraid to allow others their freedom of expression; they do not want to cause arguments and if there is any way to avoid arguing, they will probably take this option. They are not weak, however, and if the situation forces them to fight these people will rise to the occasion, whether it is to defend themselves or those close to them. People of the Boar type are the most admired by others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-7703539165738558012?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/7703539165738558012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=7703539165738558012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7703539165738558012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7703539165738558012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/02/year-of-pig.html' title='Year of the Pig'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/Rdhqky_Cl1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mhMo53QSLK8/s72-c/logo-pig-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-709433425533273</id><published>2007-02-15T10:04:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T10:05:24.820-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Decoding What People Say</title><content type='html'>Dictionary for Decoding Women's Personal Ads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø 40-ish..................................49. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Adventurous..........................Slept with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Athletic................................No breasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Average looking.....................Moooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Beautiful..............................Pathological liar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Emotionally Secure..................On medication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Feminist...............................Fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Free Spirit.............................Junkie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Friendship first.................... ...Former Slut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø New-Age..............................Body hair in the wrong places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Old-fashioned........................No B.J.'s &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Open-minded.........................Desperate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Outgoing..............................Loud and embarrassing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Professional...........................Bitch . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Voluptuous...........................Very fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Large frame...........................Hugely fat . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Wants soul mate.....................Stalker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary for Decoding Women's English: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Yes.....................................No &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø No......................................Yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Maybe.................................No &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø We need...............................I want &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø I am sorry.............................You'll be sorry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø We need to talk......................You're in trouble &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Sure, go ahead........................You better not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Do what you wan t...................You will pay for this later &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø I am not upset........................Of course, I am upset, you moron! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø You're attentive tonight............Is sex all you ever think about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary for Decoding Men's English: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø I am hungry...........................I am hungry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø I am sleepy............................I am sleepy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø I am tired..............................I am tired &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Nice dress..............................Nice cleavage! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø I love you..............................Let's have sex now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø I am bored.............................Do you want to have sex? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø May I have this dance?..................I'd like to have sex with you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Ca n I call you sometime?..............I'd like to have sex with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Do you want to go to a movie?......I'd like to have sex with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Can I take you out to dinner?........I'd like to have sex with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø I don't think th ose shoes go with that outfit..............I'm gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-709433425533273?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/709433425533273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=709433425533273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/709433425533273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/709433425533273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/02/decoding-what-people-say.html' title='Decoding What People Say'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-3829589873297061637</id><published>2007-02-11T15:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T07:59:26.911-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goo Goo Dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Gah Gah For Goo Goo</title><content type='html'>We went to see the Goo Goo Dolls last night. They put on a great show. Their sound was fantastic. It was like their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cd's&lt;/span&gt;, but so much better. so many times you go see someone live and are let down. It was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that caught my attention was that there wasn't really that many lighters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;burning&lt;/span&gt; in the air, they have been replaced with the warm glow of cell phone screens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-3829589873297061637?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/3829589873297061637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=3829589873297061637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/3829589873297061637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/3829589873297061637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/02/gah-gah-for-goo-goo.html' title='Gah Gah For Goo Goo'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-5885912427913162221</id><published>2007-02-01T01:54:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T02:07:38.264-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Snow Patrol</title><content type='html'>It NEVER snows in Chattanooga...or the outskirts for that matter. But guess what we woke up to this morning...SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to snap some shots of Yanna &amp; Mauser playing in the wonderful white stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mauser&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026565916355152322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RcHzEaxvScI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KUotP4UKiFw/s320/Snow2007+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yanna &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RcHzEqxvSdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/a8Mpbo6f-W0/s1600-h/Snow2007+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026565920650119634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RcHzEqxvSdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/a8Mpbo6f-W0/s320/Snow2007+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RcHzE6xvSeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/neaD_EThMy8/s1600-h/Snow2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026565924945086946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RcHzE6xvSeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/neaD_EThMy8/s320/Snow2007+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RcHxvqxvSYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZPHJE2cgnAk/s1600-h/Snow2007+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026564460361238914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RcHxvqxvSYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZPHJE2cgnAk/s320/Snow2007+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RcHxvqxvSZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SxBwgfTi2_U/s1600-h/Snow2007+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026564460361238930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RcHxvqxvSZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SxBwgfTi2_U/s320/Snow2007+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RcHxvqxvSaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/inwaXZqUwCU/s1600-h/Snow2007+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026564460361238946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RcHxvqxvSaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/inwaXZqUwCU/s320/Snow2007+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RcHxv6xvSbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sGjdeiGvX0E/s1600-h/Snow2007+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026564464656206258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RcHxv6xvSbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sGjdeiGvX0E/s320/Snow2007+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently "Never" took today off!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Yayyyyy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-5885912427913162221?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/5885912427913162221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=5885912427913162221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/5885912427913162221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/5885912427913162221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/02/snow-patrol.html' title='Snow Patrol'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RcHzEaxvScI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KUotP4UKiFw/s72-c/Snow2007+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-9212892389048705936</id><published>2007-01-28T12:50:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T12:55:45.726-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly me'/><title type='text'>Pushing my buttons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/Rb1FQGgHilI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6Qushj37U3g/s1600-h/funny_cartoon307.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025248902140889682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/Rb1FQGgHilI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6Qushj37U3g/s400/funny_cartoon307.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;button&lt;/span&gt; like this on &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; keyboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I think I have stumbled upon the "easy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;button's&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know which one I'm gonna push!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-9212892389048705936?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/9212892389048705936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=9212892389048705936' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/9212892389048705936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/9212892389048705936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/01/pushing-my-buttons.html' title='Pushing my buttons'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/Rb1FQGgHilI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6Qushj37U3g/s72-c/funny_cartoon307.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-1422165476426146252</id><published>2007-01-27T19:03:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T19:04:30.709-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything in between'/><title type='text'>Shout Out...(you know who you are).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RbxKy2gHikI/AAAAAAAAAEc/P2de0D5EeLw/s1600-h/geekslife_black_thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024973521722772034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RbxKy2gHikI/AAAAAAAAAEc/P2de0D5EeLw/s400/geekslife_black_thumb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-1422165476426146252?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/1422165476426146252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=1422165476426146252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1422165476426146252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1422165476426146252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/01/shout-outyou-know-who-you-are.html' title='Shout Out...(you know who you are).'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RbxKy2gHikI/AAAAAAAAAEc/P2de0D5EeLw/s72-c/geekslife_black_thumb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-847140439769778479</id><published>2007-01-27T18:57:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T19:01:39.516-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>"That I Would Be Good"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;that I would be good even if I did nothing&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if I got the thumbs down&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good if I got and stayed sick&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if I gained ten pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I would be fine even if I went bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth&lt;br /&gt;that I would be great if I was no longer queen&lt;br /&gt;that I would be grand if I was not all knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I would be loved even when I numb myself&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even when I am overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;that I would be loved even when I was fuming&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if I was clingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if I lost sanity&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good&lt;br /&gt;whether with or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promised that I would be good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-847140439769778479?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/847140439769778479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=847140439769778479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/847140439769778479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/847140439769778479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/01/that-i-would-be-good.html' title='&quot;That I Would Be Good&quot;'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-2064174409130788855</id><published>2007-01-26T10:45:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:56:45.522-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>Loathing</title><content type='html'>Well,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I think it is sufficient to say that today, I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you why...I'd have to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted something so badly, that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;contemplate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;changing&lt;/span&gt; your whole life just to get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-2064174409130788855?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2064174409130788855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2064174409130788855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2064174409130788855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2064174409130788855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/01/loathing.html' title='Loathing'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-6337126499314480137</id><published>2007-01-22T02:42:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:45:05.054-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Byer Jewels Opens</title><content type='html'>Well, I am busy adding things to my new online store, trying to get a good amount of stock up.&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me for not blogging as often as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone will stop by &lt;a class="txtsm" href="http://www.byerjewels.shoppingcartsplus.com/page/page/4218206.htm"&gt;Byer Jewels&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-6337126499314480137?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/6337126499314480137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=6337126499314480137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6337126499314480137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6337126499314480137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/01/byer-jewels-opens.html' title='Byer Jewels Opens'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-1361894789116204346</id><published>2007-01-14T08:24:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T08:32:31.278-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Byer Jewelry Blog turns into A Real Online Store!</title><content type='html'>I am about to enter the world of online stores... not a blog as many of you are use to seeing the goods for sale on, but a real live shopping cart and all!!!! I am setting up my own jewelry/accessory site. I am a bit nervous. I was hoping that my kind readers would cruise by &lt;a class="txtsm"href="http://www.byerjewels.shoppingcartsplus.com/page/page/4218206.htm"&gt;Byer Jewels&lt;/a&gt; and tell me what you guys think. Keep in mind the site is not "live" yet. It won't be for another week. I have lots of tweeking and spit shining to do still. &lt;br /&gt;Yippie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me know. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-1361894789116204346?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/1361894789116204346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=1361894789116204346' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1361894789116204346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1361894789116204346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/01/byer-jewelry-blog-goes-live.html' title='Byer Jewelry Blog turns into A Real Online Store!'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-6447439954486266616</id><published>2007-01-13T00:28:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T00:42:52.102-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pisses me off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caffeine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch and moan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duhhh'/><title type='text'>ADD &amp; ADHD</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYkHYibMoFg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYkHYibMoFg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, kids may actually have a problem, but in observation the world around me, I have realized that if these methods shown were used, they would probably do the trick!&lt;br /&gt;Instead lots of parents hand their kids a 6 pack of soda, some ice cream, and tell them to go watch tv...Then they wonder why they are all hypped up.....duhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-6447439954486266616?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/6447439954486266616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=6447439954486266616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6447439954486266616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6447439954486266616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='ADD &amp; ADHD'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-2312610687851445561</id><published>2007-01-10T13:24:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:41:38.688-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public awareness issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pisses me off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duhhh'/><title type='text'>Fuckers and The Y</title><content type='html'>Today was as stressful day in the RMW world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard day @ work and some of the ppl. I work with are, well,....dumb asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we are all,(well...mostly all),humans, and alas, humans make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seems that there are a few who are just completely incompetent! I hate that! I have to go around after them like a baby sitter and try to help them with there problems, when they should know by now what the fucking 411 is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that weren't enough, I went to the Y tonight to work off some of my stress. The workout was fantastic! Thank's Pat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I went to leave it went down like this:&lt;br /&gt;I had a parking place close to the door, my friend however had one in the next zip code. So, we have made it a practice that if one of us is way the hell out there, the other waits until the far away one waves once they get to their car. So we did this. All along I am standing at my car with my door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the wave from said friend, so I jump into my ride to be whisked away to Sand &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am backing up I realize that there is a dumb ass parked parallel in a no parking zone behind my car! WTF? MOVE! I see this person looking at me in their damn minivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they move?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! I HAD TO GET OUT AND YELL, "Can you move it!?"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reluctantly moved. Fuckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gets me is that they saw me waiting, standing outside my car, what the hell were they doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck wades! UUURRRGGHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-2312610687851445561?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2312610687851445561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2312610687851445561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2312610687851445561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2312610687851445561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/01/fuckers-and-y.html' title='Fuckers and The Y'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-2597473770471840083</id><published>2007-01-06T06:36:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T06:53:51.101-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inebriated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duhhh'/><title type='text'>Slur &amp; Slurred Speech</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;bloggin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' bunnies! How was your night? Mine was great. I actually did not stumble to the passenger side of the car last night! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me! Actually, I had lots of fun people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;watchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downfall to the whole damn night was this stupid ass redneck guy who was trying to pick up a black chick and her drunk ass friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you say...why does it matter if she's a black chick? Well, because after he acted like Forrest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Gump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Austin Powers...(very poorly I might add)... he to call her a nigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-I thought all human kind was to take this word and bury in their backyard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! To her face! She didn't even flinch. I was like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; did he just say?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have had some good liquor in her 'cause it pissed me off and it had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whatsoever to do with ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk dumb asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other fun racial slurs, please visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gyral.blackshell.com/names.html"&gt;http://gyral.blackshell.com/names.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-2597473770471840083?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2597473770471840083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2597473770471840083' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2597473770471840083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2597473770471840083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/01/slur-slurred-speech_9853.html' title='Slur &amp; Slurred Speech'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-4776007948326672479</id><published>2007-01-05T11:32:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:36:17.520-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pisses me off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch and moan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duhhh'/><title type='text'>Help Me Help Myself</title><content type='html'>Damn it! If I buy something that doesn't have a handle, and it's heavy,say like detergent, put it in a damn bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to ask you to put in a bag, don't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; if I sound bitchy about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-4776007948326672479?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/4776007948326672479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=4776007948326672479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/4776007948326672479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/4776007948326672479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/01/help-me-help-myself.html' title='Help Me Help Myself'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-8616454700926963772</id><published>2007-01-01T10:34:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T10:40:53.470-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZmNZeuu5lI/AAAAAAAAADc/G9gBIILKq_o/s1600-h/New+years++eve+Night+2006+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015195128939079250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZmNZeuu5lI/AAAAAAAAADc/G9gBIILKq_o/s200/New+years++eve+Night+2006+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZmNZeuu5mI/AAAAAAAAADk/yYVY42HD0A8/s1600-h/New+years++eve+Night+2006+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015195128939079266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZmNZeuu5mI/AAAAAAAAADk/yYVY42HD0A8/s200/New+years++eve+Night+2006+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZmNZuuu5nI/AAAAAAAAADs/Fhxs5Q_eB8Q/s1600-h/New+years++eve+Night+2006+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015195133234046578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZmNZuuu5nI/AAAAAAAAADs/Fhxs5Q_eB8Q/s200/New+years++eve+Night+2006+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to good friends, good times &amp;amp; a hell of a bartender!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 2007!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-8616454700926963772?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/8616454700926963772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=8616454700926963772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8616454700926963772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8616454700926963772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZmNZeuu5lI/AAAAAAAAADc/G9gBIILKq_o/s72-c/New+years++eve+Night+2006+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-2657064981334131896</id><published>2007-01-01T10:25:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T10:41:52.849-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public awareness issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inebriated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Hair Of The Dog &amp; The Day After</title><content type='html'>Hangovers seem to be the body’s way of reminding us about the hazards of overindulgence. Physiologically, it’s a group effort: Diarrhea, fatigue, headache, nausea, and shaking are the classic symptoms. Sometimes, systolic (the upper number) blood pressure goes up, the heart beats faster than normal, and sweat glands overproduce — evidence that the “fight or flight” response is revved up. Some people become sensitive to light or sound. Others suffer a spinning sensation (vertigo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The causes are as varied as the symptoms. Alcohol is metabolized into acetaldehyde, a substance that’s toxic at high levels, although concentrations rarely get that high, so that’s not the complete explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking interferes with brain activity during sleep, so a hangover may be a form of sleep deprivation. Alcohol scrambles the hormones that regulate our biological clocks, which may be why a hangover can feel like jet lag, and vice versa. Alcohol can also trigger migraines, so some people may think they’re hung over when it’s really an alcohol-induced migraine they’re suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangovers begin after blood alcohol levels start to fall. In fact, according to some experts, the worst symptoms occur when levels reach zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key ingredient seems to be “drinking to intoxication”; how much you drank to get there is less important. In fact, several studies suggest that light and moderate drinkers are more vulnerable to getting a hangover than heavy drinkers. Yet there’s also seemingly contradictory research showing that people with a family history of alcoholism have worse hangovers. Researchers say some people may end up with drinking problems because they drink in an effort to relieve hangover symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Robert Swift, a researcher at the Providence Veterans Affairs Medical Center in Rhode Island, coauthored one of the few review papers on hangovers in 1998. It’s still one of the most frequently cited sources on the topic. The rundown on hangover remedies that follows is based on that review, an interview with Dr. Swift, and several other sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hair of the dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking to ease the symptoms of a hangover is sometimes called taking the hair of the dog, or hair of the dog that bit you. The notion is that hangovers are a form of alcohol withdrawal, so a drink or two will ease the withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be something to it, says Dr. Swift. Both alcohol and short-acting sedatives, such as benzodiazepines like diazepam (Valium), interact with GABA receptors on brain cells, he explained, and it’s well documented that some people have withdrawal symptoms from short-acting sedatives as they wear off. Perhaps the brain reacts similarly as blood alcohol levels begin to drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, Dr. Swift advises against using alcohol as a hangover remedy. “The hair of the dog just perpetuates a cycle,” he says. “It doesn’t allow you to recover.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drink fluids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol promotes urination because it inhibits the release of vasopressin, a hormone that decreases the volume of urine made by the kidneys. If your hangover includes diarrhea, sweating, or vomiting, you may be even more dehydrated. Although nausea can make it difficult to get anything down, even just a few sips of water might help your hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get some carbohydrates into your system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Drinking may lower blood sugar levels, so theoretically some of the fatigue and headaches of a hangover may be from a brain working without enough of its main fuel. Moreover, many people forget to eat when they drink, further lowering their blood sugar. Toast and juice is a way to gently nudge levels back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to msn.&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/2335440245530575841-2657064981334131896?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2657064981334131896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2657064981334131896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2657064981334131896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2657064981334131896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-after.html' title='Hair Of The Dog &amp; The Day After'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-9141302077005722791</id><published>2006-12-31T05:01:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T05:42:39.443-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inebriated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Too Much</title><content type='html'>Last night we went out with some of our friends. We met these people because we share a common interest. Corvettes. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZf1f-uu5bI/AAAAAAAAABY/jDRuYvVGUxQ/s1600-h/june+06+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014746639864096178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZf1f-uu5bI/AAAAAAAAABY/jDRuYvVGUxQ/s200/june+06+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZf2B-uu5cI/AAAAAAAAABg/KcAnE0IWpGg/s1600-h/Fall+Cruz+06+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014747223979648450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZf2B-uu5cI/AAAAAAAAABg/KcAnE0IWpGg/s200/Fall+Cruz+06+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014746201777431970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZf1Geuu5aI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MVMS7vODriE/s200/New+Year%27s+Meet+2006+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Now I must admit that I was not keen on the purchase of The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Vette&lt;/span&gt; when my husband decided to do so. Now I think I have completely changed my tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?", you ask. Well, I can give you some good reasons. Keith, RT &amp; Sarah. They are a great bunch of people. If you are ever curious, check us out at &lt;a class="txtsm" href="http://scenicvettes.proboards80.com/index.cgi"&gt;Scenic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Vettes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also walked away with a trophy for just making it through the night without passing out or throwing up!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZfu9-uu5VI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QMgDah13AwE/s1600-h/New+Year%27s+Meet+2006+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014739458678777170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZfu9-uu5VI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QMgDah13AwE/s200/New+Year%27s+Meet+2006+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's D and I having a good time. D, thanks for putting up with me last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014739815161062754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZfvSuuu5WI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_VsI3HfbCzk/s200/New+Year%27s+Meet+2006+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is good to have too much. Too many cars, too many friends, and too much to drink! &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/2335440245530575841-9141302077005722791?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/9141302077005722791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=9141302077005722791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/9141302077005722791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/9141302077005722791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-much.html' title='Too Much'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/RZf1f-uu5bI/AAAAAAAAABY/jDRuYvVGUxQ/s72-c/june+06+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-2915204697275395505</id><published>2006-12-29T18:50:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T19:01:29.008-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public awareness issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pisses me off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>What the fuck!?</title><content type='html'>That's right people, I said fuck. Now we all know this is one of my &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; favorite words. Can someone please tell me why people freak out over curse words?  And why are they called "curse" words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I know that I am around the age of becoming a parent. I can't very well have little children running around screaming fuck all the time. But why? It just seems wrong to me because I have always been told that it was a "bad" word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i told the children it was a "grown-up" word that they couldn't say until they ripened in age? I am unsure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the kid thing goes, my hubby and i have 9 parents and 1 bitch to contend with as grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? ...You say, "how can one possibly have so many grandparents?". Well, here's the laundry list of people who will be grandparents, should my husband and i decide to reproduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His side:&lt;br /&gt;mom &amp; step-father&lt;br /&gt;biological father &amp;amp;step-mother&lt;br /&gt;adoptive father &amp; the bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My side:&lt;br /&gt;mom &amp;amp; step-dad&lt;br /&gt;dad &amp; step-mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until later my pets...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-2915204697275395505?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2915204697275395505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2915204697275395505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2915204697275395505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2915204697275395505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-fuck.html' title='What the fuck!?'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-1313663542615688224</id><published>2006-12-28T14:11:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T14:19:12.052-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Envy &amp; Despair</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the no posting lately people. Lots of things going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that my best friend, Yes, best friend since sixth grade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thankyouverymuch&lt;/span&gt;...she's gonna have a baby! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! The best of luck wished for her and her hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my grandfather is in the hospital, due for open heart surgery tomorrow. six bypasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' on, I just didn't want you all to think that I abandoned the blog world. I love you guys and could never leave you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-1313663542615688224?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/1313663542615688224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=1313663542615688224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1313663542615688224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1313663542615688224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/12/envy-despair.html' title='Envy &amp; Despair'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-7398903152979401036</id><published>2006-12-23T17:50:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T17:55:15.650-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything in between'/><title type='text'>Become</title><content type='html'>There's so much more about you that you never let them see&lt;br /&gt;You turn away&lt;br /&gt;But not to me&lt;br /&gt;And I know how they tried to take you&lt;br /&gt;Held you up and meant to break you down&lt;br /&gt;But you can't be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long I tried to reach you&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm almost there&lt;br /&gt;I'm close enough for you to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been hiding in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten how we used to dream&lt;br /&gt;Let me remind you&lt;br /&gt;The light doesn't blind you at all&lt;br /&gt;It just helps you see&lt;br /&gt;Can you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you have become&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you have become beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be the stranger&lt;br /&gt;That's been sleeping in your bed just&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and come to me&lt;br /&gt;I feel all the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;And everything you been denied you feel&lt;br /&gt;It's all you feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been hiding in the shadows &lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten how we used to dream&lt;br /&gt;Let me remind you&lt;br /&gt;The light doesn't blind you at all&lt;br /&gt;It helps you see&lt;br /&gt;Can you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you have become&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you have become beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you have become&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you have become beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brush back your hair and look around you&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like the truth has found you here&lt;br /&gt;You're here with me&lt;br /&gt;Let love become the mirror&lt;br /&gt;With no fear where you're from&lt;br /&gt;You have become beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-7398903152979401036?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/7398903152979401036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=7398903152979401036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Hanukwanzamas</title><content type='html'>To all my blogger peeps...Happy Hanukwanzamas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/De47fjH6RKY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/De47fjH6RKY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-2023103354663560733?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2023103354663560733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2023103354663560733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2023103354663560733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2023103354663560733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/12/absolutely-fucking-hilarious.html' title='Hanukwanzamas'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-8478323861832742757</id><published>2006-12-19T13:12:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T15:13:52.781-12:00</updated><title type='text'>No take backs...</title><content type='html'>It has been a strange week since we last met my fellow blog friends. I have had several things happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday evening of last week I received a message from my mother to call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as many of you know, I have harsh feelings about the past with my mother. (which apparently she is oblivious to). So I talked to her and found out that my 31 year old uncle killed himself the previous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, no one in our family has talked to him in about 8 years. There was a falling out when my grandfather died. Of course it was about the estate. This caused great friction between my mother, aunt and their brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are unsure as to why he did this. Details are few. I am so mad at him. He took the cowards way out. he left his wife and his mother to mourn him. Also, I am mad at myself, for ever thinking of doing this to my own husband. Keep in mind people, this has not crossed my mind in several years. But, I must admit, I have been beaten down by the darkness that is depression. Speculation is that my uncle was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;battling&lt;/span&gt; this same demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not go to funerals and I refuse to "view" dead people.  I think that it is rude and disrespectful to look at the deceased when they can't look back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sat in some random funeral home chapel, against my will, forced to drive three long hours with my mother because I felt obligated to. I must add that I only did it because I did not want her to drive up by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;epiphany&lt;/span&gt; that day. It could very easily be me mourning the death of my mother or my brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whilst&lt;/span&gt; filled with regret. My mother and my aunt both cried and I held my cousin's hand to comfort her. My cousin and I agreed to not float away from each other like he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't take back regret...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-8478323861832742757?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/8478323861832742757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=8478323861832742757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8478323861832742757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8478323861832742757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-take-backs.html' title='No take backs...'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-8757101243991548453</id><published>2006-12-09T18:13:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:50:14.883-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public awareness issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>"Blogs are public..." Well, duh!</title><content type='html'>Begin forwarded message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Randall &lt;rvh40@insightbb.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: December 21, 2005 11:58:40 AM EST&lt;br /&gt;To: Dave &lt;dave@farber.net&gt;, JMG &lt;johnmacsgroup@yahoogroups.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: [johnmacsgroup] DOSTip: Blog confessions are NOT Private.&lt;br /&gt;Reply-To: johnmacsgroup@yahoogroups.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen Pleads Guilty After Blog Confession&lt;br /&gt;Wed Dec 21, 6:27 AM ET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 18-year-old passenger who caused a fatal crash by pulling on the&lt;br /&gt;steering wheel pleaded guilty to DUI manslaughter after prosecutors&lt;br /&gt;discovered a confession on his online blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake Ranking wrote "I did it" on his blurty.com journal three days&lt;br /&gt;after the October 2004 crash that caused a friend's death and left&lt;br /&gt;another seriously injured. He had previously told investigators he&lt;br /&gt;remembered nothing of the crash and little of its aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake was sitting in the back seat as he and then-17-year-old friends&lt;br /&gt;Jason Coker and Nicole Robinette left a party when he pulled the&lt;br /&gt;steering wheel as a prank, causing the car to somersault off the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His blood alcohol content after the crash measured 0.185, more than&lt;br /&gt;double the legal limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robinette, who was driving and had no traces of drugs or alcohol in her&lt;br /&gt;system, was seriously injured. Coker lay in a coma at Orlando Regional&lt;br /&gt;Medical Center until he died Jan. 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was me who caused it. I turned the wheel. I turned the wheel that&lt;br /&gt;sent us off the road, into the concrete drain ..." Ranking wrote in the&lt;br /&gt;blog. "How can I be fine when everyone else is so messed up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranking later retracted his words, deleting them from the blog and&lt;br /&gt;penning an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People say I 'contradict' myself since I 'already admitting pulling the&lt;br /&gt;wheel.' I didn't 'ADMIT' anything. I went on a guilt trip, and I posted&lt;br /&gt;the story that I WAS TOLD . . . Nicole told me I pulled the wheel, I&lt;br /&gt;believed her," he wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the confession forced him to lead guilty Monday to manslaughter&lt;br /&gt;charges. He could have gotten 15 years in prison, but defense lawyer&lt;br /&gt;John Spivey and Assistant State Attorney Julie Greenberg recommended&lt;br /&gt;five years in prison, 10 years of probation and a permanent license&lt;br /&gt;suspension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circuit Judge Mark Hill agreed to impose the sentence Dec. 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenberg said she had planned to use the blog as evidence, a first for&lt;br /&gt;the office covering Lake, Citrus, Hernando, Marion and Sumter counties,&lt;br /&gt;but almost certainly not the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anytime a defendant confesses, that is very relevant and important,"&lt;br /&gt;she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranking posted the lyrics to Eric Clapton's "Tears in Heaven" the day of&lt;br /&gt;Coker's funeral, but prosecutors said his remorse was not always&lt;br /&gt;apparent in his blogs, which included entries railing at Coker's mother&lt;br /&gt;because she asked him to stop calling and coming to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He lost the best friend he ever had," Spivey said in Ranking's defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Coker, Jason's father, said his family never wanted prison time for&lt;br /&gt;Ranking, but they wished Ranking would stop writing about them because&lt;br /&gt;they felt the blog was insensitive. He said Ranking would benefit more&lt;br /&gt;from psychiatric counseling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's not enough forgiveness in the world," he said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-8757101243991548453?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/8757101243991548453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=8757101243991548453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8757101243991548453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8757101243991548453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/12/blogs-are-public-well-duh.html' title='&quot;Blogs are public...&quot; Well, duh!'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-8383244359752243941</id><published>2006-12-09T17:01:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T17:19:04.557-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caffeine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything in between'/><title type='text'>Random Meetings</title><content type='html'>Tonight the hubby, BIL and myself wondered around Chattanooga doing what would seem to some as random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we usually always have Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;This is a much debated subject. No one ever knows what they want to eat, so we give up and eat at the, (no, not Jimmy), buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the "random" dinner, we decide to partake of technology and literature and caffeine, oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which loosely translates into stopping by the buy that is the best, taking in crafty things, and looking at food that we wouldn't actually buy anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that there is the splendid world of books and coffee. You should see this books store. I bet they have at least a million different titles! We read these books and thumb through more, but these are not books that we would actually buy anyways. Caffeine can also be found at this particular place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose a mocha and Real  goes for the gingerbread. We eat sweets, drink our frappes, and talk. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Really, is there a seasonal bi-polar syndrome? If not ,there should be.)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Magazines,comics and collectible books are read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening is finished by some of us with a night cap to the devil's five and dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really a nice, quality evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-8383244359752243941?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/8383244359752243941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=8383244359752243941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8383244359752243941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8383244359752243941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-meetings.html' title='Random Meetings'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-330452859900243568</id><published>2006-12-06T11:29:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T17:20:06.606-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public awareness issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pisses me off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='send em&apos; all home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Crazy ass people!</title><content type='html'>Everyone that I have talked to in the last month asks, "Have you gotten all your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; shopping done?". People, I do &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I understand that the majority of America celebrates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cmas&lt;/span&gt;, I do not. When I was younger and at home, I celebrated this holiday. Up until 2 years ago, I even put up a tree. Now, I assure you that my celebration had nothing to do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;jesus&lt;/span&gt;. To me, it was all about what do I get this one, and what's that one gonna get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have decided that I do not want to continue the maddening cycle of greed. I also do not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;christ&lt;/span&gt; is my personal savior. Those two things together pretty much throw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; out the window. So, I just view this time of year as a time to spend with family and friends. No gifts needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, to all you crazy ass people out there that say to me, "Have you gotten all your shopping done?", &amp; that are driving around the mall parking lots for two hours to find a place to park, &amp;amp; are stressing over if they will like it or if it will fit them, I will say this so you understand me, "Shut the fuck up already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-330452859900243568?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/330452859900243568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=330452859900243568' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/330452859900243568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/330452859900243568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/12/crazy-ass-people.html' title='Crazy ass people!'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-6328113308824227808</id><published>2006-12-02T08:52:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T17:20:34.619-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly me'/><title type='text'>"What day is it?"....</title><content type='html'>The last 4 to 5 days have pretty much been a blur for me. There are several reasons for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently one should not swallow enormous amounts of highly chlorinated H2O. "Why Ranting?", you ask. Well general audience, it will not only go into your stomach but also into your lungs if you are unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the way this happens is you are in 12' water, YMCA safety device is wrapped around you (this is policy for any class taught in deep water) as tight as possible, without making you loose your lunch into said water. The cursed noodle is being used. Crunches in water are being done by yourself and the rest of the class. The damn noodle is trying to wiggle it's way out from behind you. This noodle does not care if you are tired or not. You still must fight to stay on top. Do not let the noodle win. Superiority is a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my noodle won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I plunged my butt towards the bottom of the pool, working my abs ever so hard, the noodle jumped out from under me, flying into the air. Now, as this happens I push back to take a deep breath of air, but all I get is water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you YMCA for making me wear that damn safety belt. It kept me from making a complete fool of myself and &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome of this is days of being sick with a respiratory infection. I had to pay $50.00 for 5 pills. FIVE PILLS PEOPLE! Now for those who are not math geniuses, that's TEN dollars per pill!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ugggghhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I awaken out of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Nite&lt;/span&gt; Time Elixir daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;psuedoephedra&lt;/span&gt; is a great thing in cold medicine. It's too bad the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;meth&lt;/span&gt; heads can't keep there hands off of it. I had some old stuff left and then had to buy some new. The old stuff was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself sitting here by myself. The hubby is in Mississippi visiting family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a party to got to tonight, but I fear I will not be in full gear to entertain people as I normally do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-6328113308824227808?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/6328113308824227808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=6328113308824227808' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6328113308824227808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6328113308824227808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-day-is-it.html' title='&quot;What day is it?&quot;....'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-6528019547980532003</id><published>2006-11-28T15:28:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T17:21:02.911-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pisses me off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Things I missed Out On</title><content type='html'>Failed drug test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved in with some girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begging family members for money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooching of the mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealing Pawpaw's lawnmower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threatening death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears in vain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-6528019547980532003?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/6528019547980532003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=6528019547980532003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6528019547980532003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6528019547980532003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-i-missed-out-on.html' title='Things I missed Out On'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-2373634613033582548</id><published>2006-11-26T17:50:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:11:50.325-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public awareness issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>KracK KoKaine</title><content type='html'>I went to dinner with the BIL tonight. It was nice. Afterwards we drove around looking for somewhere that was open we could all hang out at for a while. Luckily we found a book store with one more hour to closing. So, we enter, split up, and eventually find each other right before we leave to depart each others company. Funny... hugh!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/993/285087920596994/1600/536886/smallglazes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/993/285087920596994/200/908255/smallglazes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubby and I are driving home and we realize we are within "spitin' distance" of the local Krispy Kreme. YUM! We of course bought one dozen original glazed and one dozen of choc covered custard filled/choc covered cream filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/993/285087920596994/1600/71722/Varieties_r1_c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/993/285087920596994/200/547357/Varieties_r1_c6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait until the holiday is over....I can't stop eating them! I think they must put drugs in yummy foods like this. Although, when I checked out their homepage, I was relieved to know that all ingrediants used were "kosher"!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-2373634613033582548?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2373634613033582548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2373634613033582548' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2373634613033582548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2373634613033582548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/11/krack-kokaine.html' title='KracK KoKaine'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-3016516860533658769</id><published>2006-11-24T13:48:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:53:24.108-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>LMFAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vS10iEz3aV4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vS10iEz3aV4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Everyone say a BIG thank you to &lt;a class="txtsm" href="http://www.daily-bacon.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Daily Bacon&lt;/a&gt; for finding such a gem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-3016516860533658769?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/3016516860533658769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=3016516860533658769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/3016516860533658769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/3016516860533658769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/11/lmfao.html' title='LMFAO'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-112386547159145976</id><published>2006-11-24T04:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T04:42:52.961-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public awareness issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pisses me off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Where the hell?......</title><content type='html'>Where the hell has &lt;a class="txtsm" href="http://www.rantingmywisdom.blogspot.com/"&gt;RMW&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; been over the last few months. Remember people, it went off the grid. Sucked up into some kindda' blogger black hole. WTF?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it appears that it has bee restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worked to bring this blog up to par. And now, after all that....it JUST reappears!!!! Uggggghhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Blogger, but I'm tired and don' t feel like moving AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all old post can be viewed &lt;a class="txtsm" href="http://rantingmywisdom.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-112386547159145976?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/112386547159145976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=112386547159145976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/112386547159145976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/112386547159145976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-hell.html' title='Where the hell?......'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-2366770793822063203</id><published>2006-11-24T03:51:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T03:59:50.813-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Non-Springer Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Well, the turkey day has passed. It was rather uneventful. Which was nice for a change. I didn't get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cussed&lt;/span&gt; out or made fun of. I even didn't get to leave my family get together in tears as I usually do. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have to miss out on seeing parts of my family I really like. I guess that everything costs something. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Nothin&lt;/span&gt;' is for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother in law is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gallivanting&lt;/span&gt; around in the Garden State as we speak. I hope he'd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;havin&lt;/span&gt;' a good time. I missed him at the Jordan/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Carty&lt;/span&gt; bash. It was nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D got to take his mom for a spin in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Vette&lt;/span&gt;. She said it reminded her of riding a horse. Funny how LIFE makes a circle when you least expect it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-2366770793822063203?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2366770793822063203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2366770793822063203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2366770793822063203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2366770793822063203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/11/non-springer-thanksgiving.html' title='Non-Springer Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-6998747688396250195</id><published>2006-11-22T11:51:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T04:43:59.220-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Tagged Holiday Style!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to The Lesley, the WHOLE world has been tagged. I think that includes me. Happy Thanksgiving people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;I am torn, I like them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;br /&gt;Wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?&lt;br /&gt;I like the white lights on outside. No tree for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;No. My cats would eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When do you put your decorations up?&lt;br /&gt;when I get off my lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken/turkey &amp;amp; dressing. Homemade of course. I hate the boxed stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child:&lt;br /&gt;Receiving a 3 story Barbee house as a gift. Yep, it had an elevator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?&lt;br /&gt;When I was awakened my noise coming from the living room. My parents were putting together my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, with immediate family usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you decorate your Christmas Tree?&lt;br /&gt;We don't put up a tree. We light candles instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Snow! Love it or Dread it?&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,LOVE,LOVE it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Can you ice skate?&lt;br /&gt;Never tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;br /&gt;Hello people, of course it was the Barbee house in #7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you?&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my family and donating toys to our fire department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin pie!!!! YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with my husbands immediate family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What tops your tree?&lt;br /&gt;Again, no tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which do you prefer giving or receiving?&lt;br /&gt;It use to be receiving, but now it's giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite Holiday Song?&lt;br /&gt;Ya' know Adam Sandler sings it...Oh yeah, the Hanukah song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Candy Canes?&lt;br /&gt;Small minty ones. Preferably spearmint green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, even though I am sure these people are already tagged by the above mentioned blanket tagging of The Lesley, I tag: Spinlizzy, Blanc Noir, and that guy with the juicy brain. So,get to bloggin' people! 'Cause tag, you're it!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-6998747688396250195?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/6998747688396250195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=6998747688396250195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6998747688396250195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6998747688396250195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/11/tagged-holiday-style.html' title='Tagged Holiday Style!'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-1632159560311032150</id><published>2006-11-19T08:48:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T04:01:23.814-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>I am very thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;G-d.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband and his love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family that loves me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My small circle of friends, no matter how loose that circle becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The animals that we have and their love for us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good job and a great manager.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ability to donate food and money to the less fortunate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgiveness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-1632159560311032150?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/1632159560311032150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=1632159560311032150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1632159560311032150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1632159560311032150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-very-thankful-for.html' title='I am very thankful for...'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-1116869942809581384</id><published>2006-11-17T16:18:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T04:01:51.812-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pisses me off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Lighten the load....(on my chest).</title><content type='html'>I am very tired tonight. So forgive me if I ramble. I have some things to get off my chest and well, if you're reading this, then I have an audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I generally don't get all talky and shit, but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not spoken to my mother since sometime in July. For me this has been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt; good decision. Now, I found myself trying to decide if I will make an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; at Thanksgiving dinner at my grandmother's house. The mother parental will be there. Of course my asshole brother will be there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really the main reason, I guess, that I have not spoken to them since summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is 10 yrs younger than me. Hey is a punk. Last time I asked, he had lost his...oh 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; job. He dropped outta' school and mooches off my mom. Of course for some reason my mother is under some sort of fucking spell that he was placed on her. I swear, he could set her hair on fire and she would ask why we were pissed of at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough of the background. My bro ,J, calls my house several times in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;aug&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt;,and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;july&lt;/span&gt; to tell me that he ran into this person and that person. Problem is they are all my ex boyfriends. HELLO!!!! Why the FUCK would I care about what they are doing?!?!? There is a reason they are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ex-s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that J is just a general fuck pisses myself and my husband off, but now he's calling to tell me that he saw so and so that I use to date. D is not happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time J called it was the same bullshit. I blessed him out and he said some stupid shit like, "can't a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;' ask a question?!?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello your fucking white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hung up, called the mother of this piece of shit, she hung up on me!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;URGHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called and left a rather fantastic message on their machine. Grow up people! (I am sure I said fuck at least 4 times in said message).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I got my point across, 'cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; a soul called. Fuck 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will go to D's family stuff. His mother has always loved me no matter what. That's unconditional. No matter if I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;bein&lt;/span&gt;' a bitch or not, she still loved me...&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got a pretty good brother outta' the deal to. Thanks R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are lots of things no one knows that happened to me as I was growing up. There are harsh feelings toward my mother for other things, (all of which she would deny) but I don't really want to go into that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss my mom.......oh, wait......I only miss the &lt;em&gt;idea&lt;/em&gt; of what I wanted my mother to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-1116869942809581384?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/1116869942809581384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=1116869942809581384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1116869942809581384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1116869942809581384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/11/lighten-loadon-my-chest.html' title='Lighten the load....(on my chest).'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-8154757844693962666</id><published>2006-11-14T14:22:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:26:34.902-12:00</updated><title type='text'>In The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(It starts with)&lt;br /&gt;One thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind  I designed this rhyme&lt;br /&gt;To explain in due time&lt;br /&gt;All I know&lt;br /&gt;time is a valuable thing&lt;br /&gt;Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings&lt;br /&gt;Watch it count down to the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;The clock ticks life away&lt;br /&gt;It’s so unreal&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t look out below&lt;br /&gt;Watch the time go right out the window&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold on  but didn’t even know&lt;br /&gt;Wasted it all just to&lt;br /&gt;Watch you go&lt;br /&gt;I kept everything inside and even though I tried  it all fell apart&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me  will eventually  be a memory  of a time when I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;One thing  I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme&lt;br /&gt;To remind myself how&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the way you were mocking me&lt;br /&gt;Acting like I was part of your property&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all the times you fought with me&lt;br /&gt;I’m surprised it got so (far)&lt;br /&gt;Things aren’t the way they were before&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Not that you knew me back then&lt;br /&gt;But it all comes back to me&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;You kept everything inside and even though I tried  it all fell apart&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me  will eventually be a memory  of a time when I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;I've put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Pushed as far as I can go&lt;br /&gt;For all this&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one thing you should know&lt;br /&gt;I've put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Pushed as far as I can go&lt;br /&gt;For all this&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one thing you should know&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-8154757844693962666?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/8154757844693962666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=8154757844693962666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8154757844693962666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8154757844693962666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-end.html' title='In The End'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-5047683926598994403</id><published>2006-11-13T10:59:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T04:03:26.643-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly me'/><title type='text'>Rock &amp; Roll Ain't Noise Pollution</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I submit this video for your entertainment. There are 2 reasons I thought this would be interesting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H4WoKM9yjvw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H4WoKM9yjvw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#1 I was driving home today, and heard on the radio that there is a true air guitar t-shirt in the works. Yes, that's right, a t-shirt that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emits&lt;/span&gt; the sounds of thrashing while the wearer plays air guitar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#2 It's air guitar dude!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I googled said t-shirt, and alas, no luck. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt; idea though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instead, I give you the air guitar champion!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Party On!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-5047683926598994403?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/5047683926598994403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=5047683926598994403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/5047683926598994403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/5047683926598994403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/11/rock-roll-aint-noise-pollution.html' title='Rock &amp; Roll Ain&apos;t Noise Pollution'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-699474308025600043</id><published>2006-11-09T13:41:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:45:21.889-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting is over...</title><content type='html'>I will begin by saying that I have fears. Many of these fears can be explained here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rightwasright.us/"&gt;www.rightwasright.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go now....I have some guns to bury in the back yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-699474308025600043?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/699474308025600043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=699474308025600043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/699474308025600043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/699474308025600043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/11/voting-is-over.html' title='Voting is over...'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-3629493874987638726</id><published>2006-11-08T12:56:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:10:53.693-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it that....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;people on the freeway must drive with their bright lights on?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people don't make eye contact anymore, and if they do they rarely smile or say hello?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there are leash laws in GA, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; I am the only one on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Mtn&lt;/span&gt;. who cares?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people throw their trash out their window, as they drive by my house?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no matter how many times you tell some people something, they still don't "get it'?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bathing suits ride up your crack, even if you are standing still?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my cats think the dishwasher is 'The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mother Ship&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends think that it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; to dump you and set plans for their significant other?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my nose is stopped up and running and the same time?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my husband really doesn't do much in the house, but swears he pulls 50% of the load?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(I'm still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt;' about the last one...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mothers sometimes don't give a damn about one child but love the others?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people blow their noses at the table, in restaurants, one table over from me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-3629493874987638726?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/3629493874987638726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=3629493874987638726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/3629493874987638726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/3629493874987638726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-is-it-that.html' title='Why is it that....?'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-8022105680915688739</id><published>2006-11-03T13:22:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T04:02:17.742-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pisses me off'/><title type='text'>Fuckity,fuck,fuck!</title><content type='html'>Why do people get so offended by the "F" word? It is one of my favorite expletives. Of course this to the chagrin of my husband. I just can't help it. As a good friend once told me, "you can use it as a verb, a noun, an adjective...It has so many uses and can mean so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take on it is this, If I decided to say that the word 'sock' was a "bad" word, then spread the news of my newly found four letter word, perhaps in 20 years or so you would have to put s*cks on your feet instead of socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this entertaining and thought that I would share it with all you lovely readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Myth of Bad Words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;by anon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Human beings love to be miserable. They won't admit it, but it's true. For all their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;talk of "the pursuit of happiness", they really wouldn't know what to do with it if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;they found it. People crave vexation so much that even when they don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;anything legitimate to get upset about, they will actually make shit up just so they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;have an excuse to throw a hissy fit. The concept of the swear word is a prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;example of this manufactured aggravation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A bad word. A curse word. A swear word. A malediction, malison, imprecation, denunciation, execration, anathema, proscription, commination, expletive, disparagement, vilification, or vituperation. Bad language, strong language, foul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;language, colorful language, blue language, unparliamentary language, profane language, or harsh language. There's almost as many terms to describe these words as there are words themselves. But are these terms accurate? Is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;really something bad about certain words? Fuck no! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;As children, we are usually introduced to the concept of a bad word because an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;adult hits us or yells at us when we say one. "Don't say that! That's a bad word!",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*SMACK*! There's nothing like an open handed slap to the mouth to convince a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;small child to adopt your point of view. Even when it's a view based on ignorance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;prejudice, and complete stupidity. Of course, the only thing this really teaches the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;child is that you'll treat it like shit if it says any of these bad words. It doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;explain exactly WHY the word is bad, or exactly WHAT is bad about it. There's a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;simple reason for this, and that is the fact that there is NO SUCH FUCKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;THING AS A BAD WORD!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;First of all, a word is nothing more than a sound or a combination of sounds, or it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;representation in writing or printing, that symbolizes and communicates a meaning. It's a fucking tool. Tools are a good thing. Is a hammer bad? How about a screwdriver? Sure, these tools could be used in a bad way. But even that is subjective territory. While you might consider it bad for me to jam a screwdriver into your eye socket, or smash your toes with a hammer, I might just as well find these activities to be a very good thing. But just because a tool may be used in a bad way doesn't make the screwdriver intrinsically bad. So why should a word be treated any different? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I've asked several people who believe in the myth of bad words to explain to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;exactly why the word is bad. It usually goes something like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sickopath: But why is the word bad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Brain Dead Moron: Because it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sickopath: That's not a reason, that's a declaration. We have already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;established the fact that you think it's a bad word, but what I'm asking you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;to do is to explain to me why it's a bad word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Brain Dead Moron: Because it is. I don't know why, it just is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sickopath: So what you're saying is that you can't tell me why it's bad, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;because you think, for reasons you admit you can't explain, that it is bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'm just supposed to go along and believe something you can't even prove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;yet still insist is true? Jesus FUCKING Christ, what next, are you gonna try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and get me to believe in God? How about Santa Claus? Do you think he's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;real too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Brain Dead Moron: *blank expression* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Brain Dead Moron: *gears turning, minutes pass* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Brain Dead Moron: You mean Santa isn't real? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;What is it about this concept that everyone seems to buy into? I still want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;why the word is bad. Why, damn it, why!?!? Is the entire word bad, or just a small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;part? You can say luck. You can say duck. You can say truck, suck, puck, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;muck. But you can't say fuck. Oh no, that's a bad word! You can say mitt. You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;can say bit. You can say hit, wit, knit, or pit. But you can't say shit. Oh no, that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;a bad word! You can say punt. You can say runt. You can say aunt, bunt or hunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But you can't say cunt. Oh no, that's a bad word! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But where's the bad? It would seem that "uck", "it", and "unt" cannot be bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;because all those other words that contain them aren't considered bad. And the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;letters F, SH, and C cannot be bad either, since they are all used in numerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;other words that aren't considered bad. Maybe it's something similar to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;unfavorable chemical reaction. Perhaps mixing F with UCK is the literary equivalent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;of mixing ammonia and bleach. And maybe mixing C and UNT is like letting the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;red phosphate boil over in an amateur meth lab (the reactions of certain females to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;whom I've directed that particular word have been quite similar to such an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;occurrence). But it's not just the letters themselves, it's also the order they fall in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Putting the F after the UCK would not be considered a bad word. Of course, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;might offend a few latin pigs if you added an AY after that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If a word is truly bad, wouldn't it be really obvious? If you punch someone who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;doesn't speak english, there is no doubt in their mind that something bad has just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;happened. There's no room for debate, and nothing needs proving. Yet, if you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;fuck, shit, cunt, or asshole to someone who doesn't speak english, they won't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;any clue as to what just happened. If the word really was bad, shouldn't it be just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;as obvious as the punch? Again, where's the bad? Where's the beef? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Why are certain words bad? There's really only one answer to that question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Certain words are bad because a few people decided to set aside a select group of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;words and say, "These words are bad!". There is no logic. There is no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;There is no point. It was a completely arbitrary decision. Had they chosen the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ice instead of the word fuck, we'd all be putting fuck cubes in our summer drinks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and people would scream "Ice You!" when pissed at someone. If you tried to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;segregate a group of people using the same lack of reason you used to segregate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;these words, you'd be called a racist and compared to Hitler. But now because the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Word Nazis won the war, the entire planet is expected to speak a certain way. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;say FUCK THAT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Then you'll encounter people who say they aren't bothered by a little swearing, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;they hate it when people swear many times through out a conversation. "There's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;really no need to use that much swearing, can't you use another word?". Strange,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;but I've never heard these people call for a cut-back in the use of the words and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;the, a, is, an, I, it, &amp;amp; to. You'd think that if redundancy was really at the heart of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;what was bugging them, they'd go after those words first, which are surely used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;more often than any swear word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But the stupidest prejudice held by people who believe in this nonsense is when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;they tell you not to swear in front of children. Why not? Does hearing a swear word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;stunt their growth? Does it cause cancer? Does it lower their I.Q.? What the fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;does it matter if some fucking kid hears a fucking swear word? He didn't even know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;what a swear word was until you told him about it. But like any good parent, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;won't be happy until every one of your fears and prejudices are instilled into your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kid before he starts pre-school. Little kids think swearing is funny because dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;adults make such a big fucking deal about it. Stop it! The time has come to put&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;this silly custom to rest once and for all. With so many real things to worry about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;so much legitimate shit to get pissed at, there is no need for this concept to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;continue for even one more day. Let us stop this unjust discrimination against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;innocent words, and embrace them for the diversity they offer our language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Let the myth die here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"What's the big fucking deal?" -Eric Cartman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-8022105680915688739?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/8022105680915688739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=8022105680915688739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8022105680915688739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8022105680915688739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/11/fuckityfuckfuck.html' title='Fuckity,fuck,fuck!'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-5348077412289241252</id><published>2006-11-01T13:06:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:13:23.457-12:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired, but I feel so good!</title><content type='html'>I think that this is the most fun and enjoyable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; program I have ever had the pleasure of participating in. What am I talking about?  Well, let me tell you, I love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;AquaFit&lt;/span&gt; program at my local YMCA!  I get a great bit of exercise in and my feet don't hurt!(I have bad,bad feet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so worked out, yet relaxed at the same time. If you have a Y in your neck of the woods, see if they offer this class. I highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it. The only fall back is that it's only 3 times a week, not 5 or 7 days a week. I think I would go everyday if it was offered!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-5348077412289241252?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/5348077412289241252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=5348077412289241252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/5348077412289241252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/5348077412289241252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-tired-but-i-feel-so-good.html' title='So tired, but I feel so good!'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-1527619918098145116</id><published>2006-10-30T14:49:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:51:28.428-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAAAAH for Me! I joined the YMCA! Aquatics are for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-1527619918098145116?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/1527619918098145116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=1527619918098145116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1527619918098145116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/1527619918098145116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/10/yaaaah-for-me-i-joined-ymca-aquatics.html' title=''/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-6281672546205942368</id><published>2006-10-29T01:01:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T01:05:31.903-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pisses me off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='send em&apos; all home'/><title type='text'>Some sort of English</title><content type='html'>I feel that I must stress this again!&lt;br /&gt;If you come to my country whether legally or illegally(if the latter, you should be caught, caged, &amp;amp; returned to your homeland,no matter where your are from!) , LEARN ENGLISH! At least have some ability to communicate with the people whose country your are in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-6281672546205942368?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/6281672546205942368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=6281672546205942368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6281672546205942368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6281672546205942368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-sort-of-english.html' title='Some sort of English'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-2944816746512889406</id><published>2006-10-28T08:59:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T09:05:09.468-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything in between'/><title type='text'>Time is a thief, and there is a time theif.</title><content type='html'>Lately I feel like someone is sneaking into my life and stealing time away from me. I am usually not this frazzled felling, but as of late, I just seem to barely be getting the necessities of life taken care of. I have not even sat down to browse the vast and wonderful Internet all week!&lt;br /&gt;I have started to walk every day, but that only takes about an hour. Maybe it is because time is changing and it is getting darker earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never the less, I have more magic bars to make for our annual pumpkin party. Everyone looks forward to it. I will probably make enough to keeps some at home. They are soooo good, how could I not?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-2944816746512889406?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2944816746512889406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2944816746512889406' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2944816746512889406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2944816746512889406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-is-thief-and-there-is-time-theif.html' title='Time is a thief, and there is a time theif.'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-6239817950544422862</id><published>2006-10-22T01:16:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:35:32.616-12:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Time's A Charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/993/285087920596994/1600/436394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/993/285087920596994/400/436394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allrighty, I saw a FANTASTIC movie last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the 3rd in the series. Some say the last...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We viewed The Last Stand: XMEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great! Even though there were several of the main characters killed off. I think it was the best one so far. It was about other characters besides Wolverine (but I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; love him so). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what about Storm's hair!?! I want MY hair to look like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was shocked the Rouge followed through with what she sat out to do, and yes, some disappointed she changed herself. Also, I was sitting in awe (mouth open and all), about Mystic's out come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All &amp; all I give it 2 thumbs up. Of course the director did as before, left the end open for another movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched both versions and loved them equally. If you have not seen this movie, and are a fan of the XMEN, you should rent it and see it!&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/2335440245530575841-6239817950544422862?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/6239817950544422862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=6239817950544422862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6239817950544422862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6239817950544422862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/10/3rd-times-charm.html' title='3rd Time&apos;s A Charm'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-4614466194315588789</id><published>2006-10-18T11:25:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T11:31:11.734-12:00</updated><title type='text'>This Just In...</title><content type='html'>It has just come to my attention that some of my peeps are unaware of the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fantasticnous&lt;/span&gt; of Eagle Brand Magic Cookie Bars!!!!! Please note, they are called "Magic", because they disappear as such!!! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/993/285087920596994/1600/magiccookieBar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/993/285087920596994/320/magiccookieBar2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please try this recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Servings: Makes 2 to 3 dozen bars&lt;br /&gt; Prep Time: 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Cook Time: 25 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Total Time: 35 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt; 1 1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs&lt;br /&gt; 1/2 cup (1 stick) butter or margarine, melted&lt;br /&gt; 1 (14-ounce) can EAGLE BR&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AND® S&lt;/span&gt;weetened Condensed Milk (NOT evaporated milk)&lt;br /&gt; 2 cups (12 ounces) semi-sweet chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt; 1 1/3 cups flaked coconut&lt;br /&gt; 1 cup chopped nuts&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Instructions&lt;br /&gt; Preheat oven to 350°F (325°F for glass dish). In small bowl, combine graham cracker crumbs and butter; mix well. Press crumb mixture firmly on bottom of 13X9-inch baking pan.&lt;br /&gt; Pour EAGLE BRAND&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;® even&lt;/span&gt;ly over crumb mixture. Layer evenly with remaining ingredients; press down firmly with fork.&lt;br /&gt; Bake 25 minutes or until lightly browned. Cool. Cut into bars or diamonds. Store leftovers covered at room temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Recipe Variations: Substitute chocolate chips or nuts with: candy coated pieces, dried cranberries, raisins, mini marshmallows or butterscotch chips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-4614466194315588789?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/4614466194315588789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=4614466194315588789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/4614466194315588789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/4614466194315588789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-just-in.html' title='This Just In...'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-7401800915884932130</id><published>2006-10-18T11:13:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T11:24:20.149-12:00</updated><title type='text'>My Internets</title><content type='html'>Let me start with a disclaimer: I am not as technologically advanced as some of the people I surround myself with.&lt;br /&gt;     So, because of this, I feel kindda' unsmart when I deal with this type of stuff. I work in a lab with instruments and computers all day long, but I have very well written and even sometimes entertaining (alert,alert, sarcasm at an all time high) manuals to follow if I get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now, my poor father is also not very techno inclined. Unfortunately, he did not have the pleasure of playing Oregon Trail while in school. So he is actually much further behind the game than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I obviously have those Internets at my house. He does not. I know how to goggle. He does not. When I read something the I have goggled, I know how to scan for important phrases. He does not. If I fail to find a particular thing that some half-cocked person has told him is on those Internets...guess what, I must not be looking in the right places! I am looking too fast, slow down, I can't read it all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my father so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn it, get your own Internets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-7401800915884932130?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/7401800915884932130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=7401800915884932130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7401800915884932130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7401800915884932130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-internets.html' title='My Internets'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-625917672650857548</id><published>2006-10-14T11:37:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:53:48.181-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone sooo long...</title><content type='html'>Hello my precious blogger peeps! I know that I have been silent this week, but for good reason. I have cleaned out  the cupboards and pantry to allow room for all my &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; winter foods. I like to keep a few on hand in case of snow.&lt;br /&gt;    Listen &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;, I heard you snicker in the back! I know that we don't really get that much snow here in North Georgia,however, when we do get it, it melts some during the day and refreezes at night.  Plus we do get some ice storms. The bitch of the matter is that we live on a mountain, and well, the drive is all downhill as you would expect. If it ices or snow, I do not, repeat, DO NOT budge outta' my little driveway. Too dangerous.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   I also have been doing some jewelry stuff getting ready for the holidays. I can't decide if I want to do gift certificates or not. I am unsure. But, I will decide that in the next week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We went out of town last weekend. It was just fantastic. Most all of us had a great time. There was one in the party who didn't see to be enjoying themselves at all. SO all I got to say about that is keep you ass at home.  Otherwise, it was a great ride. I hope we all get together &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; soon, (except the above mentioned person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have also been cooking &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; lately. I think we are saving money with me doing that, so we can spend our hard earned cash on fun stuff and not just eating out. Tonight we are having roast with potatoes and carrots. Yum! Followed by eagle brand magic bars. Yum! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Well, it is late, so I am gonna eat and chill out for a little. Hopefully I will have my other blogs updated tonight. Until then, enjoy your evening my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-625917672650857548?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/625917672650857548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=625917672650857548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/625917672650857548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/625917672650857548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/10/gone-sooo-long.html' title='Gone sooo long...'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-2654937711184375794</id><published>2006-10-10T12:05:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:07:43.265-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Note</title><content type='html'>I know that I haven't posted much this last week, but we were out of town last weekend and well, I'm just tired. If you get a chance have a peek at Corvette Curve for some photos. We went to North Carolina for our Fall Cruz. It was great! Lots of color in the leaves at 5000-6000 feet.&lt;br /&gt;More Later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-2654937711184375794?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/2654937711184375794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=2654937711184375794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2654937711184375794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/2654937711184375794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/10/quick-note.html' title='Quick Note'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-8916775160861782012</id><published>2006-10-04T10:27:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T10:34:54.184-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Rushy, Rush, Rush!</title><content type='html'>I was rushed on the freeway going to work. 80 in a 55, ppl were still passing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed around at work all day making sure all lab tests got rushed STAT &amp;amp; ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rushed on the freeway coming home until there was a person who was not rushed&lt;br /&gt;AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the grocery and rushed into my parking spot almost being hit by a car whose driver was rushing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same driver's daughter rushed me with a buggy as I walked in the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rushed at the checkout by some redneck that decided it was a good idea to stand on top of me while I slid my debit card and entered my pin. So close, in fact, that I looked at him and said "Excuuuuse Me!" So I could protectively enter said pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am home and not being rushed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-8916775160861782012?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/8916775160861782012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=8916775160861782012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8916775160861782012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8916775160861782012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/10/rushy-rush-rush.html' title='Rushy, Rush, Rush!'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-5224900750260485773</id><published>2006-10-02T10:25:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T10:31:48.192-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weeds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly me'/><title type='text'>Back Breakin' &amp; Ball Bustin'</title><content type='html'>Today was a kinnda quick day. I worked and worked and worked and then, it was over! WooooHOO! Only four more to go people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did lots of yard work this weekend and it about wore me out. I discovered something though. I like to mow with the riding lawnmower. I have never in 28 years mowed on a riding lawnmower. I did not want to have to deal with gears and crap and just left it up to my husband. I would always weed-eat and push mow a small patch that the riding mower couldn't get at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I was so tired after weed-eating almost the entire yard, that I asked the hubby to trade. IT'S GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the hell the husband acts like it's the hardest thing in the world, It's not. Silly me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who will be using the weed-eater next time?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-5224900750260485773?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/5224900750260485773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=5224900750260485773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/5224900750260485773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/5224900750260485773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-breakin-ball-bustin.html' title='Back Breakin&apos; &amp; Ball Bustin&apos;'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-8368493222480439882</id><published>2006-09-29T23:04:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T04:03:47.183-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>59 Things A Man Should Never Do Past 30</title><content type='html'>1. Coin his own nickname.&lt;br /&gt;2. Use a wallet that is fastened with Velcro.&lt;br /&gt;3. Rank his friends in order of best, second best, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hacky sack.&lt;br /&gt;5. Name his "unit" his name plus junior.&lt;br /&gt;6. Hang art with tape.&lt;br /&gt;7. Hang The Scream, unless he stole it from the Munch museum in Oslo.&lt;br /&gt;8. Ask a policeman, "You ever shoot anybody with that thing?"&lt;br /&gt;9. Ask a woman, "Hey, you got a license for that ass?"&lt;br /&gt;10. Skip.&lt;br /&gt;11. Take a camera to a nude beach.&lt;br /&gt;12. Let his father do his taxes.&lt;br /&gt;13. Tap on the glass.&lt;br /&gt;14. Shout out a response to "Are you ready to rock?"&lt;br /&gt;15. Use the word collated on his resume.&lt;br /&gt;16. Hold a weekly house meeting with roommates.&lt;br /&gt;17. Name pets after Middle Earth characters.&lt;br /&gt;18. Jokingly flash gang signs while posing for wedding photos.&lt;br /&gt;19. Give shout-outs.&lt;br /&gt;20. Use numbers in place of words or locations, such as "the 411" for information, or "the 313" for Detroit.&lt;br /&gt;21. Hug amusement-park characters.&lt;br /&gt;22. Wear Disney-themed neckties.&lt;br /&gt;23. Wake up to a "morning zoo."&lt;br /&gt;24. Compare the trajectory of his life with those of the characters in Billy Joel's "Scenes from an Italian Restaurant."&lt;br /&gt;25. Request extra sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;26. Air drum.&lt;br /&gt;27. Choose 69 as his jersey number.&lt;br /&gt;28. Eat Oreo cookies in stages.&lt;br /&gt;29. Volunteer to be a magician's assistant.&lt;br /&gt;30. Sleep on a bare mattress.&lt;br /&gt;31. End a conversation with "later skater."&lt;br /&gt;32. Hold his lighter up at a concert.&lt;br /&gt;33. Publicly greet friends by shouting, "What's up, you whore?"&lt;br /&gt;34. Wear Converse All Stars with a tuxedo.&lt;br /&gt;35. Propose via stadium Jumbotron.&lt;br /&gt;36. Decide anything based on the ruminations of Howard Stern.&lt;br /&gt;37. Call "shotgun" before getting in a car.&lt;br /&gt;38. Dispute someone else's call of "shotgun."&lt;br /&gt;39. Whine.&lt;br /&gt;40. Mist up during Aerosmith's "Dream On."&lt;br /&gt;41. Purchase fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;42. Google the word vagina.&lt;br /&gt;43. Ride a pony.&lt;br /&gt;44. Sport an ironic mustache.&lt;br /&gt;45. Hit 13 against a 6.&lt;br /&gt;46. Organize a party bus.&lt;br /&gt;47. Say "two points" every time he throws something in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;48. Buy a novelty postcard in another country of topless women on a beach and write, "Wish you were here" on it.&lt;br /&gt;49. Keg stands.&lt;br /&gt;50. Purchase home-brewing paraphernalia.&lt;br /&gt;51. The John Travolta point-to-the-ceiling-point-to-the-floor dance move; also that one from Pulp Fiction.&lt;br /&gt;52. Put less than ten dollars' worth of gas in the tank.&lt;br /&gt;53. Keep a minuscule amount of marijuana extremely well hidden.&lt;br /&gt;54. Read The Fountainhead.&lt;br /&gt;55. Watch the Pink Floyd laser light show at a planetarium.&lt;br /&gt;56. Refer to his girlfriend's breasts as "the twins."&lt;br /&gt;57. Own a vanity plate.&lt;br /&gt;58. Whippits.&lt;br /&gt;59. Say goodbye to anyone by tapping his chest and even so much as whispering, "Peace out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy MSN &amp;amp; Esquire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-8368493222480439882?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/8368493222480439882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=8368493222480439882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8368493222480439882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/8368493222480439882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/09/59-things-man-should-never-do-past-30.html' title='59 Things A Man Should Never Do Past 30'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-7872919700792939400</id><published>2006-09-29T14:02:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T14:11:40.890-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro-cras-ti-nation</title><content type='html'>Can you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; the whole french fry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scandal&lt;/span&gt;!?! Well, it's not so much of a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scandal&lt;/span&gt;" per say, more like...ummmm.......oh, the gov. trying to take away my right to eat crap if I wanna eat crap. Now, I understand the whole smoking ban thing. I even understood it when I smoked. Second hand smoke and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;blabidi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;. However, If I choose to eat a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;LargeAss&lt;/span&gt;" size order of fries, it will not cause the salad and yogurt eating person sitting next to me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt; some kind of disease. Well, at least we don't think it will for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to go to the place where burgers are small,square,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; and get an order of fries (even though I know that I shouldn't,but still do it anyways, cause there so damn good), It's my business! Not "YOURS"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank G-d where I live is about 80 years behind the rest of the country....&lt;br /&gt;No, for real. My county didn't join the rest of GA in the Union until 1945! That's 80 years after the Civil War!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-7872919700792939400?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/7872919700792939400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=7872919700792939400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7872919700792939400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7872919700792939400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/09/pro-cras-ti-nation.html' title='Pro-cras-ti-nation'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-3912878649451147176</id><published>2006-09-29T13:29:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T13:38:24.370-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Coke VS Coke</title><content type='html'>I'll just come on out and say it...I am pissed that the original RMW just up and disappeared from blogger! It's like someone took my best friend and left me with something similar, but not really the same. I hope this turns out like the original coke vs. new coke situation years ago...maybe ppl won't like the new as well as the old and there will be national protests...and so on and so forth.  Yea, I know I,m dreamin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So welcome back....ohhhh that reminds me of this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/993/285087920596994/1600/225px-Kotterdvdcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/993/285087920596994/400/225px-Kotterdvdcover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-3912878649451147176?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/3912878649451147176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=3912878649451147176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/3912878649451147176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/3912878649451147176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/09/coke-vs-coke.html' title='Coke VS Coke'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-7946709403635580365</id><published>2006-09-28T12:43:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T12:45:26.885-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Return Of The Ranting</title><content type='html'>I hate this crap! I want my old blog back damn it, damn it to hell! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;PLEEEEASE&lt;/span&gt; give me old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;RMW&lt;/span&gt; blog back!!! I miss it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Thanks for all the support from my blog friends. I shall rise against...(unless they erase this blog too...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-7946709403635580365?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/7946709403635580365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=7946709403635580365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7946709403635580365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/7946709403635580365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/09/return-of-ranting.html' title='Return Of The Ranting'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-622404821482021414</id><published>2006-09-25T13:40:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T13:41:27.950-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I Own Guns</title><content type='html'>Those who would give up Essential Liberty to purchase a little Temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a class="extiw" title="w:Benjamin_Franklin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Franklin"&gt;Benjamin Franklin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the People to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a class="extiw" title="w:Second_Amendment_to_the_United_States_Constitution" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Second_Amendment_to_the_United_States_Constitution"&gt;Second Amendment to the United States Constitution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laws that forbid the carrying of arms. . . disarm only those who are neither inclined nor determined to commit crimes. . . Such laws make things worse for the assaulted and better for the assailants; they serve rather to encourage than to prevent homicides, for an unarmed man may be attacked with greater confidence than an armed man." -- &lt;a title="Thomas Jefferson" href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Thomas_Jefferson"&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;/a&gt;, Commonplace Book, 1774-1776&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-622404821482021414?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/622404821482021414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=622404821482021414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/622404821482021414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/622404821482021414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/09/reason-why-i-own-guns.html' title='I Own Guns'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335440245530575841.post-6151309595566000714</id><published>2006-09-24T13:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T13:31:36.842-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my'/><title type='text'>Labor Of Love</title><content type='html'>This completely sucks. I am going to have to start all over. My original blog has just disappeared! Damn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335440245530575841-6151309595566000714?l=rantingmw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/feeds/6151309595566000714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335440245530575841&amp;postID=6151309595566000714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6151309595566000714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335440245530575841/posts/default/6151309595566000714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingmw.blogspot.com/2006/09/labor-of-love.html' title='Labor Of Love'/><author><name>Ranting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949968980980727354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIbFnys2B9c/R3Ei7qMbSUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/plqku_QL5JY/S220/hb42.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
