<?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-5963141</id><updated>2012-02-07T09:37:39.668-08:00</updated><category term='Blogger Admin'/><category term='WIPocalypse 2012'/><category term='Trade'/><title type='text'>WhizGidget Wonders...</title><subtitle type='html'>A place for reflection and commentary on a life well lived.  Sort of.  Well.... we try. 
&lt;br&gt;I own all ramblings made here...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://home.earthlink.net/~whizgidget/_uimages/biggrin.gif"&gt; &amp;amp;copy WhizGidget/AMS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1098</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-7313528534983030262</id><published>2012-02-07T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:37:39.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIPocalypse 2012'/><title type='text'>It's WIPocalypse Time! - The February 2012 entry</title><summary type='text'>...When last we visited, our ambitious stitcher had some big plans on her plat- er - stand.  There was rampant thoughts of finishing 'Fortunate Traveller' and immediately working on something else from the list. Well, you know what they say about Best Laid Plans...But this time, a best laid plan came to be! Fortunate Traveller was completed!  Some of you have already seen this, if you're friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7313528534983030262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7313528534983030262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-wipocalypse-time-february-2012.html' title='It&apos;s WIPocalypse Time! - The February 2012 entry'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-5782394218325374649</id><published>2012-01-08T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:48:24.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WIPocalypse 2012 - The January Post</title><summary type='text'>...And so it begins.  I figured on beginning at the beginning and as a result, I've not stitched on anything for the WIPocalypse yet.  Hey, I'm posting on a Sunday, and that almost never happens either, so we're all in for something a little different sometimes.I decided my opening post would be the introduction to the pieces that I mentioned in my last post that declared my entry into the year </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5782394218325374649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5782394218325374649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2012/01/wipocalypse-2012-january-post.html' title='WIPocalypse 2012 - The January Post'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-8987628112752760488</id><published>2011-12-28T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:23:43.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WIPocalypse 2012...</title><summary type='text'>...Hi everyone, I'm back.  I've joined WIPocalypse 2012 - for those of you not in the stitching world, this is a cross-stitching thing.  The basic guidelines were set out on Measi's blog, and in a fit of enthusiasm, I joined up. I was hoping to have finished The Fortunate Traveller by then, but alas, twas not to be.  It's still got some lazy daisies and beading to be completed that I could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8987628112752760488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8987628112752760488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2011/12/wipocalypse-2012.html' title='WIPocalypse 2012...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-2867160580420233805</id><published>2011-02-03T11:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:18:20.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this mic live?  Oh wait, I meant smartphone, not mic...</title><summary type='text'>Let's see if I can kickstart blogging a little bit if I can do it from my phone once in a while....
Oh yes, Android just announced an app for Blogger, and that's what I'm using from my phone. 

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2867160580420233805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2867160580420233805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-this-mic-live-oh-wait-i-meant.html' title='Is this mic live?  Oh wait, I meant smartphone, not mic...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-4745991763755232835</id><published>2009-10-11T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T07:44:43.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wagon Down...(9/11/09...)</title><summary type='text'>...Hi Wagoneers (if you don't know what I'm talking about when I say that, then you can ignore this blog entry): Server maintenance is going on which is why you are getting a white page.  As of 11:30 PST maintenance may take a few more hours.  Chances are we're being moved to a new server and that's why you can't get in. I'll keep updating here, Twitter and FB with the ongoing status as I learn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4745991763755232835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4745991763755232835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2009/10/wagon-down91109.html' title='Wagon Down...(9/11/09...)'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-6421350811306204115</id><published>2009-08-11T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:05:37.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know People Move On...</title><summary type='text'>...but why does it have to be so hard?  I know: been a long time, I should do this more often, etc. But nothing has really been motivating me to write - maybe because I got my head on straight for awhile.  But then last night it got knocked off. As many of you readers know, I have a deep and lasting appreciation for the band Chicago.  Some of that has to do with the unique sound they have had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6421350811306204115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6421350811306204115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-people-move-on.html' title='I Know People Move On...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-4378708374944696480</id><published>2009-06-15T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:36:00.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Go Already People...</title><summary type='text'>...I know, long time no see, right?  Well, this isn't necessarily going to be a return to the glory days of blogging 5 days a week.  I'll at least attempt to not let the site go stagnant like it has. But that's not what I'm here to discuss right now.  I'm here to discuss the latest big thing that's been happening that everyone has assigned great importance to: the war between David Letterman and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4378708374944696480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4378708374944696480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-it-go-already-people.html' title='Let It Go Already People...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-2640549535260459102</id><published>2009-04-20T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:00:00.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time...</title><summary type='text'>...there was a princess V who allegedly was told that she must work.  So she went and worked at the kingdom of Flash until they banished her and her court because there were too many that were better than her at what she did.So the princess V went and found another place to work.  The Digital Kingdom where your humble author is employed.  Ok, maybe I'm not that humble, but humor me for the course</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2640549535260459102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2640549535260459102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2009/04/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon a Time...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-7623419679152657220</id><published>2009-04-03T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:07:02.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Another.... Something... Ends...</title><summary type='text'>...Once upon a time, a recent college graduate sat down in her apartment and was flipping channels when she happened upon a new television show starting up.  It was the premiere episode and she thought she'd give it a try since she'd been a fan of 'St Elsewhere' and nothing like that compared. That night my fascination with 'ER' began.  15 years of steady watching, lots of milestone episodes and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7623419679152657220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7623419679152657220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-another-something-ends.html' title='And Another.... Something... Ends...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-7855564649404434293</id><published>2009-03-18T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:00:01.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Haven't Been Blogging...</title><summary type='text'>...I've been busy.Between the kids in school, the contracting job, keeping up my workouts, another small contract I've picked up, and buying a car it's been a busy month since the previous last blog.That and while there have been plenty of topics I'd like to talk about, there really hasn't been the time.  Normally I'd blog while at work, but I have to log all my hours to projects.  When I get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7855564649404434293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7855564649404434293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title='Why I Haven&apos;t Been Blogging...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-4602206063125066308</id><published>2009-03-17T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:00:00.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Saint Patrick's Day</title><summary type='text'>...Go enjoy doing whatever y'all do on this day...Me? I just want my corned beef and cabbage.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4602206063125066308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4602206063125066308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-saint-patricks-day.html' title='Happy Saint Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-8941602101999405390</id><published>2009-03-16T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:46:34.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookie What I Got!</title><summary type='text'>...Finally... after a year of waiting: May I introduce you to my 2009 2.5X Limited Subuaru Forester, with built in GPS (and bluetooth and iPod connections to be installed shortly)...I know, lame intro... but I don't know what to call her yet.   We brought her home on Saturday evening and DH is happy to have his Outback to himself again.  She just needs a name - the right name.  So far I've gotten</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8941602101999405390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8941602101999405390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2009/03/lookie-what-i-got.html' title='Lookie What I Got!'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-4989045557066471735</id><published>2009-02-12T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:00:00.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Is Too Many?</title><summary type='text'>...Oh yes, I'm about to talk about the woman with 14 kids.  If you don't like strong opinions, stop reading now.  Go read lolcats.com or something else.OK.  Nadya Suleman has 14 children, all by in-vitro fertilization and claims that it's all because of her lonely childhood, blah blah blah.  I know that everyone has reproductive rights and there are people who are just dying to conceive, but when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4989045557066471735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4989045557066471735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-many-is-too-many.html' title='How Many Is Too Many?'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-6948072539140644730</id><published>2009-02-01T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:43:37.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another SuperBowl Is Over...</title><summary type='text'>...and the best part, surprisingly this year, was the *game*.  From beginning to end it was an amazing game - a 100 yard interception return for a touchdown, down to that last touchdown by the Cardinals... and unfortunately, a win for the Steelers.  I'd figured they would run over the Cardinals.  I'm happy to see that the Cardinals didn't make it easy for them, despite the loss. The commercials, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6948072539140644730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6948072539140644730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-superbowl-is-over.html' title='Another SuperBowl Is Over...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-1550887264578749823</id><published>2009-01-20T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:08:06.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a New Day...</title><summary type='text'>...in the United States.  One that I thought I'd have to wait a heck of a lot longer to see.  Best of luck to you, Mr. President.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1550887264578749823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1550887264578749823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-new-day.html' title='It&apos;s a New Day...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-8454793670913158980</id><published>2009-01-12T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:00:01.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Post of 2009...</title><summary type='text'>...I figured I was overdue a post since it's been about 3 weeks.  I've just not had the time to write out blog posts and the things that I've been interested in blogging about have floated out of my head.So, this post is going to be a melange of things - mostly just odds and ends but stuff that's still sitting there.First thing, though, most importantly, is that yesterday was A's 13th birthday.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8454793670913158980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8454793670913158980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post-of-2009.html' title='The First Post of 2009...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-2431298017582077478</id><published>2008-12-25T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T07:00:01.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays...</title><summary type='text'>...I celebrate Christmas, so I unabashedly wish you all a Merry Christmas.  Merry or Happy whatever you celebrate. May it be joyful, serene and safe, and everything you hope for.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2431298017582077478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2431298017582077478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-4906501040047127206</id><published>2008-12-22T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:50:28.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2008 Year In Review...</title><summary type='text'>...I stole it from Suz's blog who took it from someone else and who knows how long it's going to propagate from here.Overall?  I guess it was an OK year.  Sorta.  I think I was ready for the year to be over by the end of the first month in.1. Where did you begin 2008? At home.  With the family.  But I was sorta snoozing through the turn of the clock.2. What was your status by Valentines Day? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4906501040047127206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4906501040047127206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-year-in-review.html' title='The 2008 Year In Review...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-2128366809284182869</id><published>2008-12-19T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:40:21.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, You Think You're Entitled...</title><summary type='text'>...I know it's the holiday season, but I'm not addressing presents at the moment, although quite a few people think that they're entitled to receiving a present. I'm talking about the job market.  Something that I have been intimately involved with in the last year as I sailed out of a long-term employment situation into something short term (that should have been longer, but hey, I was looking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2128366809284182869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2128366809284182869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-you-think-youre-entitled.html' title='So, You Think You&apos;re Entitled...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-2071360675740168829</id><published>2008-12-16T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:43:26.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick With Sticks...</title><summary type='text'>...My daughter, A, is a chick with sticks.  Only they're not the kind of sticks that most of my readers would think of with a term like that.  They're drumsticks.  And yarn wrapped marimba sticks.  And bell mallets.  Yes, I've got a percussionist in the house.  Actually, I have two. She gets it from her father.  Thankfully, she doesn't bang on every little thing like most learning and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2071360675740168829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2071360675740168829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/12/chick-with-sticks.html' title='Chick With Sticks...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-4739369819582917230</id><published>2008-12-12T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:00:02.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little More on Music...</title><summary type='text'>...So, I like music and I like certain types of music.  As with anyone else, right? But then there's that music that I find and I just have to turn up the radio or the iPod volume and sing along.  Naturally I do not do this in the gym, but it translates in how I respond on the treadmill, the bike or the weight machines.  When I'm singing along in my own home, however, I am a perfect target for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4739369819582917230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4739369819582917230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-more-on-music.html' title='A Little More on Music...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-7127107596553636888</id><published>2008-12-05T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:00:00.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of iPods and Insecurity...</title><summary type='text'>...I've had a couple of things rattling around in my head when I have and haven't been listening to my LadiBug (yes, that's the name of my little square red iPod nano) and when I've been in and out of the gym.  I was at the gym and had the fortune (or misfortune, depending on your viewpoint) of being on a stationary bike with a magazine.  I'd come off the treadmill and needed a little more leg </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7127107596553636888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7127107596553636888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-ipods-and-insecurity.html' title='Of iPods and Insecurity...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-8999050521461325638</id><published>2008-12-05T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:24:09.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuku Status for The Wagon...</title><summary type='text'>...Is it just me or is The Wagon (and Yuku) dead in the water?  I'm getting server not found errors, and I'm getting them at The Wagon, the Yuku Support pages, and the main website itself.  I'm emailing people now.I'll update here if I hear news... Stay tuned.  Meanwhile, read the other entry which was supposed to be today's blog entry.Update: Never mind... seems to have resolved itself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8999050521461325638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8999050521461325638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/12/yuku-status-for-wagon.html' title='Yuku Status for The Wagon...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-392619284289331715</id><published>2008-12-01T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:00:03.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM!  Yes, I Got Tagged...</title><summary type='text'>...Thanks Claire!Here are the tag rules:Rule #1 ~ Link to the person that tagged you.Rule #2 ~ Post the rules on your Blog.Rule #3 ~ Write 6 random things about yourself.Rule #4 ~ Tag 6 people at the end of your post.Rule #5 ~ Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their Blog.Rule #6 ~ Let the tagger know your entry is up.Here are my six random things:1. When I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/392619284289331715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/392619284289331715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-yes-i-got-tagged.html' title='RANDOM!  Yes, I Got Tagged...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-7527638345316013841</id><published>2008-11-28T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:41:07.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Has The Humanity Gone?</title><summary type='text'>...Is there such a thing anymore as people who care?   That the need for entertainment or materialistic need is more overpowering than being kind and courteous to those who need it? Why am I on such a bend on the day after Thanksgiving?  Well, it had nothing to do with anything that happened yesterday.  Yesterday's gathering and dinner was a happy and blessed day with new acquaintances made and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7527638345316013841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7527638345316013841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-has-humanity-gone.html' title='Where Has The Humanity Gone?'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-2977564203822413327</id><published>2008-11-24T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:00:03.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The iPod shuffle results...</title><summary type='text'>...wow.  I'm surprised.  Either I don't have much traffic any longer, or I really stumped y'all, or you just didn't care. Or all three.  Wait, I know that there were some hard and obscure ones here because I have rather eclectic musical tastes that run the range of the decades. So, here are the results.  Only 10 out of the 35 songs were identified.  Below are the original lyrics that I posted, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2977564203822413327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2977564203822413327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/11/ipod-shuffle-results.html' title='The iPod shuffle results...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-6371200555366868008</id><published>2008-11-11T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:09:00.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First iPod Update (and 2nd, 3rd)...</title><summary type='text'>...no, this isn't about the first time I updated my iPod. This is about the iPod shuffle post that was up yesterday. It's time for our first update - so far, 6 out of the 30 songs have been identified. So keep it up readers - I know there's got to be a cross section of y'all that know almost all of these. So head back to this post (handy link for those using RSS readers or bloglines - if you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6371200555366868008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6371200555366868008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-ipod-update.html' title='First iPod Update (and 2nd, 3rd)...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-9037260318671266004</id><published>2008-11-10T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:08:09.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The iPod Shuffle...</title><summary type='text'>...I saw this on Erin's blog and I've seen it on others before and always meant to do this and so I've figured it's finally time to do it. Da Rules:Step 1: Put your iPod or whatever on random.Step 2: Post the 1st line from the first 30 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song. And it doesn't have to be perfect if you can't understand the lyrics word for word.Step 3: Let everyone guess</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/9037260318671266004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/9037260318671266004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/11/ipod-shuffle.html' title='The iPod Shuffle...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-2956566782115089413</id><published>2008-11-04T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:00:00.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Election Day in the U.S.A....</title><summary type='text'>...the day I have been waiting for, for over a year.  Hallelujah!  It's here, it's almost OVER!  I will go to bed tonight and not have to see any more political commercials, get any more mail pieces about Propositions, and no more robo-calls!I hate Presidential elections.  With the same passion reserved for bad reality television.  Too many people get torn up, and sometimes friendships torn apart</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2956566782115089413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2956566782115089413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-election-day-in-usa.html' title='It&apos;s Election Day in the U.S.A....'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-6163950655461163482</id><published>2008-10-31T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:50:22.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><summary type='text'>...to all those who celebrate it... And I'm employed.  On a short contract.  Today's a lucky day... Gotta go.  Decorate a house, charge a cell phone, eat lunch, etc...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6163950655461163482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6163950655461163482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-8694872948600399657</id><published>2008-10-29T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:13:03.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Institution Passes...</title><summary type='text'>...So many bankruptcies in this market, so many things disappearing.  A local institution has shut it doors in light of bankruptcy filings, and it's making me rather sad.For the locals and former locals, no it's not Mervyn's although it's sad to see that department store chain go away.  It once was the mid-range to lower-upscale department store retailer until they got undercut by better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8694872948600399657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8694872948600399657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/10/institution-passes.html' title='An Institution Passes...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-4005226186791386303</id><published>2008-10-27T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:49:19.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cannot Believe I Forgot...</title><summary type='text'>...last Sunday, the 19th, was a landmark day here at WhizGidget Wonders... It was my 5th anniversary of blogging.  Oh yes... if you go over to the archives list there and select October 2003, you can read the first few days of this blogging adventure. I still can't believe it's been 5 years.  I've been spotty over the last year in my topics, this I know but that was due to a demanding job, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4005226186791386303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4005226186791386303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cannot-believe-i-forgot.html' title='I Cannot Believe I Forgot...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-6213532615069118488</id><published>2008-10-22T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:59:08.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dysons Really Suck....</title><summary type='text'>...Hard.  Seriously.  And no, this isn't your usual blog entry from me.My old reliable Hoover, which was only about 5 years old, died suddenly this weekend.  Well, maybe died is too strong a word.  It decided to have a coronary, and the part that died is not one that's easily replaceable. So, we started discussing among ourselves what we would replace it with: a Dyson, or a cat-terrorizer.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6213532615069118488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6213532615069118488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/10/dysons-really-suck.html' title='Dysons Really Suck....'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-5102151780686589366</id><published>2008-10-14T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:51:57.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Squirrels Are At It Again...</title><summary type='text'>...The suicidal squirrels, that is.  I've already talked about them once before, if you think that you're having a sense of deja vu.  This time, however, they're not only at it in my neighborhood, but elsewhere as well. We still get the random insane squirrel that runs across the road.  One such memorable event was when DH and I were heading for a freeway onramp that is off a 3 lane </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5102151780686589366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5102151780686589366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/10/squirrels-are-at-it-again.html' title='The Squirrels Are At It Again...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-8511186359914502109</id><published>2008-10-13T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:37:15.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It...</title><summary type='text'>...My local Starbucks has stopped using those awful brown anniversary cups and starting using my favorite green ones with the quotes.  DH got lucky the other day and got a pretty good quote.  "Politics is about getting outside of yourself and your own problems for a little while and fully immersing yourself in the lies and deceit of others."~Stephen Elliot, Author of the novel Happy Baby and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8511186359914502109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8511186359914502109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/10/way-i-see-it-180.html' title='The Way I See It...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-7081744436738664490</id><published>2008-10-10T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:56:48.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding Yesterday's Entry...</title><summary type='text'>...I just posted the following on a thread in my board and figured it works here too, with some minor edits... I had to un-anon myself too from the board, just like my co-admin did. And I can't remember who said it on the board or what thread, but if you want to debate politics with name calling and everything else that goes with it there are lots of boards on Yahoo for that.I know I'm taking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7081744436738664490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7081744436738664490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/10/regarding-yesterdays-entry.html' title='Regarding Yesterday&apos;s Entry...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-6324925303862759144</id><published>2008-10-08T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:14:05.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I. Am. Tired.</title><summary type='text'>...I am tired of politics, I am tired of debates.  It’s seriously screwing with Halloween coming up.   I own a message board and I am tired of fielding complaints that one person on the playground isn't playing nice and when I change the rules said person and company decide that I'm a controlling bitch who doesn't make the playground fun anymore. So I cruised the web to get my mind off it, and in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6324925303862759144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6324925303862759144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-tired.html' title='I. Am. Tired.'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-9103125070439353307</id><published>2008-10-06T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:00:00.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Justice...</title><summary type='text'>...or guilty on the basis of the merits of the case?  Does it matter?  Oh wait, I should explain.  For those who have been living under a rock for awhile, OJ Simpson has been on trial for bad things done in a hotel room under the guise of a man who wanted his keepsakes back. Some think that he did it to get them before they were seized by the family to whom he owes a rather large civil suit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/9103125070439353307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/9103125070439353307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/10/delayed-justice.html' title='Delayed Justice...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-3788701773495691258</id><published>2008-10-02T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:46:13.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Another Month Passes...</title><summary type='text'>...still no job, but plenty of nibbles in the last day or so.  Lots of little random things to ponder... No major stitching projects completed, but I've been working away at a model that's just got backstitching left. I've read lots of books.  I completely recommend 'Grand Theft Childhood: The Truth About Violent Video Games'.  It's an eye opener.  I think I might read parts of it again and blog </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3788701773495691258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3788701773495691258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-another-month-passes.html' title='And Another Month Passes...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-8755301960445234801</id><published>2008-09-30T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:00:01.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><summary type='text'>...5 blogs in a row, do you think this might be a trend? Actually, what I'm really *wow*-ing is the Academic Awards ceremony at my daughters' school yesterday.   I had to be there for a couple of hours for the 6th and 7th grade award ceremonies. First was the 7th grade.  Bring up all the students with a 3.5 and above, and we knew that the 4.0 students would be brought up separately.  Knowing that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8755301960445234801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8755301960445234801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-3018400470919944108</id><published>2008-09-29T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:00:00.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Bright Light Winks Out...</title><summary type='text'>...Paul Newman passed away on Friday, and the news saddened me deeply.  To the point where I spent the first couple of hours on Saturday very quietly at my computer, and tearing up here and there. Especially when I explained to the children that the man on the spaghetti and salsa jars was a very accomplished actor.  A Star.A couple of years ago I wrote about the differences between celebrities </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3018400470919944108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3018400470919944108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-bright-light-winks-out.html' title='Another Bright Light Winks Out...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-8430363811000624608</id><published>2008-09-26T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:00:04.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics Are Strange Bedfellows...</title><summary type='text'>...This is more of a general statement on the state of things.  If someone wants to try and spin it to look like I'm favoring one side or the other then that's your business, but it's stupid business. And I know I won't win any points with anyone today.  I figure this is another of those "WhizGidget has dug her own grave" sorts of posts, and nobody is going to like me when this is over.I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8430363811000624608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8430363811000624608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/09/politics-are-strange-bedfellows.html' title='Politics Are Strange Bedfellows...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-4784743475388142232</id><published>2008-09-25T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:00:08.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes From a Gym...</title><summary type='text'>...Neanderthal Man is alive and well.  Or should I say the Jerktastic Misogynist instead? So, I'm working on the ab benches - there's a row of 6 of them - and finish up.  I notice that there's a guy working on the one at the end of the row next to the weighted ab bench (this would be the #6, all the others aren't weighted).  I get on the weighted bench, set it for 5 pounds and start crunching </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4784743475388142232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4784743475388142232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/09/scenes-from-gym.html' title='Scenes From a Gym...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-6318108845245420167</id><published>2008-09-24T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:28:51.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PETA Is At It Again...</title><summary type='text'>...you know, sometimes these blog topics just drop into your lap without even trying. This is one of those times.  Remember yesterday when I was complaining that I was distracted?  Well, I achieved some temporary clarity once I realized what my problem was, but I figured that I still wasn't going to blog much. Then this just drops into my lap this morning while listening to the radio and fighting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6318108845245420167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6318108845245420167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/09/peta-is-at-it-again.html' title='PETA Is At It Again...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-1410110427282154972</id><published>2008-09-23T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:01:54.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Distracted...</title><summary type='text'>...and thus, I'm not blogging. Why am I distracted? No, it's not because of my ongoing bout with not being a thriving member of the working world.  It's the election.  Politics.  The general state of the financial world.  All of these things are distracting me from actually writing about what's going on from day to day in the world from a social point of view.  That's frustrating.  I have Blogger</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1410110427282154972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1410110427282154972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-distracted.html' title='I&apos;m Distracted...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-4213265120441062104</id><published>2008-09-11T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:17:07.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fall Of The Teen Idol</title><summary type='text'>...But only a temporary one.  There's always another to step up to the podium. Remember when we had the all-glorious 'teen idol'?  That one guy who was just so ethereally gorgeous that almost every girl had his picture up in their locker, their bedroom, or was writing their name linked with his on their notebooks during class? Or just lusted after with that cooing screaming thing?  They're still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4213265120441062104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4213265120441062104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-of-teen-idol.html' title='The Fall Of The Teen Idol'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-1744010676139622827</id><published>2008-09-03T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:32:13.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Do You Draw The Line...</title><summary type='text'>...especially when it's a line in the unforgiving and sandy world of politics?  And where?  Do you stop when you just reach into the personal life of the individual in question?  Well, the media didn't when it came to Bill Clinton, but considering there was also a possible 'abuse of power' thing there considering the venue in which the peccadillo occurred... But I could separate that personal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1744010676139622827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1744010676139622827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-do-you-draw-line.html' title='When Do You Draw The Line...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-2115931064644343771</id><published>2008-09-02T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:00:01.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Really Quite Sad...</title><summary type='text'>...and it's not just because I finally finished the Twilight Saga. Oh yes, dear readers, I have been entranced by the Vampire/Human love story, and I don't normally enjoy vampire lore.  At. All.  Well, except 'Dracula', but that's a whole 'nother genre.Vampire romance doesn't do it for me.  But these are rather unique vampires.  For those who have not read the series (or are still in the middle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2115931064644343771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2115931064644343771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-really-quite-sad.html' title='I&apos;m Really Quite Sad...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-3842795207463970939</id><published>2008-09-01T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:00:00.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Look At That...</title><summary type='text'>...a blog award!  And Happy Labor Day (for those in the US)Suz has nominated me in the blog award that's making the rounds... Here are the rules:1. The winner can display this award on their blog.2. Display a link to the person you have got the award from.3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs that you like.4. Set the links to the blogs on your blog.5. Leave a comment on the blogs you have chosen.Ooo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3842795207463970939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3842795207463970939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-look-at-that.html' title='Hey, Look At That...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-5444113439661315132</id><published>2008-08-28T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:00:01.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Gold Medals...</title><summary type='text'>...comes with occasional criticism.I’ve been meaning to write on the wonder that is Michael Phelps and how awesome I think his accomplishment is.  His drug screens are clean and he’s clearly an athlete who has worked for what he has achieved.  At least I think so, and in his sport steroids would work against him. But the Olympics quickly passed and I was pre-occupied with the movie quote meme (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5444113439661315132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5444113439661315132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/08/lots-of-gold-medals.html' title='Lots of Gold Medals...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-7764136435605605938</id><published>2008-08-27T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:54:14.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Movie Meme...</title><summary type='text'>...Ok, It's been about a week now, so here's the finish line. 3 quotes were not guessed, and I'm a little surprised at one, but it was an obscure line in the film instead of one of the more well known ones.  10. I'm trying to say that if I was having a problem, just hypothetically, I'd like to know that you're someone I could count on in a crisis.  This one would have been a giveaway if I'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7764136435605605938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7764136435605605938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-movie-meme.html' title='The End of the Movie Meme...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-6011918213456010295</id><published>2008-08-24T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:06:29.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok... Last Chance on the movie meme...</title><summary type='text'>...We're going with one last chance on the movie meme before I declare it kaput!Here are the last 6 quotes to be guessed - and as a bonus, I'm going to include the year the movie was made.   There have been some noble guesses.  Sorry, #20 isn't Legally Blonde - you're going to have to get way more obscure than that.  And no, The Fountain, Made in Heaven, Defending Your Life or A Knight's Tale - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6011918213456010295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6011918213456010295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-last-chance-on-movie-meme.html' title='Ok... Last Chance on the movie meme...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-7604490325817638836</id><published>2008-08-22T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:40:45.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Movie Meme is still going...</title><summary type='text'>... there are 11 movies that have not been guessed.  Come on folks, give it a whirl.  Just think harder about some of those lines.  And I'm curious - how many are reading the lines and thinking "I *KNOW* that movie.  I *KNOW* I know that movie" and are slowly going a little nuts thinking about it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7604490325817638836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7604490325817638836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/08/movie-meme-is-still-going.html' title='The Movie Meme is still going...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-687436925457962902</id><published>2008-08-20T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:06:46.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Movie Meme...</title><summary type='text'>...I picked it up off Annette's Blog, and Erin did it too... now it's my turn!  But I'm making one small change to the rules - I am *not* necessarily using IMDb or IMSDb (Internet Movie Script Database) for the quote because I've got quite a few popular movies on my list, so I'm going for the more obscure quotes within those movies. And no fair checking IMSDb either - some of the scripts aren't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/687436925457962902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/687436925457962902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/08/movie-meme.html' title='The Movie Meme...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-6237308691234671507</id><published>2008-08-19T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:30:00.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah... the Tasting Menu...</title><summary type='text'>...I stole it from Suz...1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.My never consider eating's will be italics... And the Never Try Again will be bold and italicsThe VGT Omnivore’s Hundred:1. Venison2. Nettle tea3. Huevos rancheros4. Steak tartare5. Crocodile   (more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6237308691234671507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6237308691234671507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/08/ah-tasting-menu.html' title='Ah... the Tasting Menu...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-2645509604741147245</id><published>2008-08-12T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:38:57.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer Games...</title><summary type='text'>...There are so many to choose from.  Swimming, hiking, yoga.  Oh, you thought I was talking about those *other* summer games that are going on in Beijing?  Well, there are those too.  We're watching those in my house, but we've been participating in our own summer games this year. The kids didn't get signed up for summer camp this year.  No school sponsored all day thing, no Y Camp.  This year </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2645509604741147245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2645509604741147245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-games.html' title='The Summer Games...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-6884611676513223421</id><published>2008-08-06T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:00:18.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Methinks Someone Protest Too Much...</title><summary type='text'>...Once upon a time there was a television show with a cute little red haired munchkin named Michelle.  No one but the crew knew for awhile that Michelle was played by two little girls with different personalities.  Eventually the show ended and the two little girls kept going with another show, and started the trend for "tween" focused movies. They became very rich, started to diversify their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6884611676513223421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6884611676513223421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/08/methinks-someone-protest-too-much.html' title='Methinks Someone Protest Too Much...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-1465518930442148138</id><published>2008-08-05T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:14:57.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Stupidity Wins Again...</title><summary type='text'>...Stupid, disturbed, on a thrill seek, who knows.  What we do know is that an 18 year old kid decided that he loved his Grand Theft Auto IV (one of the most popular selling game title in the world) so much he wanted to recreate a scene from it. So he acquired a weapon (I can't find if it's a gun or a knife) and decided to rob a taxi driver.  But the robbery went wrong, or was orchestrated to go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1465518930442148138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1465518930442148138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-stupidity-wins-again.html' title='And Stupidity Wins Again...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-3083208484375342483</id><published>2008-07-22T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:59:49.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bits...</title><summary type='text'>...So after yelling and cajoling and sentencing them to a silent time out, the girls continued to wrestle.  While it's hot outside and we're trying to not be hot inside.  Finally I walked over and stood staring sternly down at them until it got their attention. I darkly stated "WE are NOT amused." B looked up with her big blue eyes and said "We are" and I lost it. Sometimes I end up in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3083208484375342483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3083208484375342483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-bits.html' title='Little Bits...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-9180983055686039151</id><published>2008-07-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:43:52.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing a Sigh of... Escape?</title><summary type='text'>...Last Monday I was cleaning out a closet with the kids while lunch was being made.    I was cleaning out an old briefcase and found an envelope with an old jury duty notice and my notes on times where I had to be. That's when I realized something I had forgotten.  I was on jury duty call.  That day. I quickly dug up the reminder and called in and found that I had 45 minutes to make it to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/9180983055686039151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/9180983055686039151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/07/breathing-sigh-of-escape.html' title='Breathing a Sigh of... Escape?'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-2349216843187118811</id><published>2008-07-15T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:11:08.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So... The Kihncert...</title><summary type='text'>...I know, a week later and I've not had anything else to show for it in this blog.  Running a summer camp for your own two kids is a bit of a challenge and does take up quite a bit of time.  So much so that the time spent looking for a new job has been eaten away at as well. I have significantly higher respect than I had before for teachers.  Lesson plans and the daily schedule take much longer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2349216843187118811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/2349216843187118811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-kihncert.html' title='So... The Kihncert...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-5331001007400413598</id><published>2008-07-15T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:11:55.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert Tickets (written by A)</title><summary type='text'>...but not just any concert tickets... Oh, no way. We got Kihncert Tickets! To see the Greg Kihn band. LIVE!My grandparents had six tickets to a baseball game a few weeks back, and they offered four to my family. We took up that offer and went to watch the two baseball teams play. We almost caught a ball, too! Almost!Well, at the baseball game, there was a booth. This booth was for 98.5 KFOX. My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5331001007400413598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5331001007400413598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/07/concert-tickets-written-by.html' title='Concert Tickets (written by A)'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-894759226169810443</id><published>2008-07-09T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:32:08.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Too Hot...</title><summary type='text'>...I know, I know.  I still owe a review of the Kihncert with A's comments as well, but it's just too hot to sit and write.  Or think.  Or do much of anything. And today is supposed to be hotter.  We're expecting 105-115 degree (F) temps inland.  Weather.com says my area will hit 98 as the high.  I can't find anywhere where the 115 is in place that I can drive inland towards in a 3 hour radius </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/894759226169810443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/894759226169810443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-too-hot.html' title='It&apos;s Too Hot...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-4746103465399383582</id><published>2008-07-07T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:11:49.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's An Old Saying...</title><summary type='text'>...that there's no rest for the weary.  And that there's no rest for the wicked.  And while I know that my weekend by others' standards was probably leisurely, this was a busy weekend for us. Let's recap. Thursday was my birthday, as my regular readers know, and it was a great day.  The smoke had finally cleared out of the sky and it was blue and almost cloudless.  Not too hot, not too cool.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4746103465399383582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4746103465399383582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-old-saying.html' title='There&apos;s An Old Saying...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-430274709214849243</id><published>2008-07-03T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:51:35.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><summary type='text'>...It's my Birthday!  Yay Me!I will readily admit that I am now 37 years of age.  Unlike my DH who was in denial the other day at this birthday party and laughingly kept saying he was 40 (off by 10 years).   And his mom who keeps celebrating anniversaries of her 29th birthday... Nope. I am the age I am, and today is the anniversary of my birth all those years ago.  Besides, age is just a number.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/430274709214849243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/430274709214849243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-8014975104997911007</id><published>2008-07-01T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:16:43.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Technology...</title><summary type='text'>...I was listening to something with half an ear on the radio and they were talking about the addictions to technology that are plaguing all of us these days.  Between email and DVR's and Crackberries and the like, we're besieged with technology all around us.  You may be addicted to technology and not even realize it. No, you'd realize it by now.  Come on, admit it - you have an addiction to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8014975104997911007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8014975104997911007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/07/addicted-to-technology.html' title='Addicted to Technology...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-5195113769299052661</id><published>2008-06-26T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T08:55:53.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Away From The Saucepan...</title><summary type='text'>...and put down that double balloon whisk.  If you don't know how to properly whisk a sauce, then don't make one. Wait, what?  Since when am I against adventuring in the kitchen?  I'm not.  In fact, I'm teaching my daughters some more basics in the kitchen during the summer every Tuesday afternoon.  They know a few things, but they've never had knives in their hands and cut up an onion before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5195113769299052661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5195113769299052661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-away-from-saucepan.html' title='Back Away From The Saucepan...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-6399619580049623629</id><published>2008-06-25T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:01:05.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Administrative Note...</title><summary type='text'>...Please remember that you are never anonymous when you leave a comment on my blog.  All IP addresses are logged, and being that I am the admin of a large stitching community I can match IP addresses of those posting here to the posters on the board.  And to the previous comments you have made non-anonymously to this blog (and I have that history back all 4 1/2 years of this blog).Just something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6399619580049623629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6399619580049623629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/06/short-administrative-note.html' title='Short Administrative Note...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-9032046345260352887</id><published>2008-06-24T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:31:54.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Here's A Fine Mess...</title><summary type='text'>...In Gloucester, Massachusetts the news has broken about 17 girls (at last count) who are pregnant and under the age of 16 in the same school.  No one would really bat an eye about this normally except that the national news picked this up on the basis of two things. 1 - the pregnancy rate this year in the school is four times what it was last year2 - allegedly the girls made a pact to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/9032046345260352887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/9032046345260352887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-heres-fine-mess.html' title='Now Here&apos;s A Fine Mess...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-7398613201235906155</id><published>2008-06-23T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:51:57.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cranky Old Man...</title><summary type='text'>...has passed.  The great George Carlin died yesterday of heart failure. Carlin was one of the first comedians that really affected me, and one that I followed for years.  I've read his books, watched a lot of the HBO Specials, seen him twice live.  Those were amazingly great shows and I never laughed so hard as I did at them.  Not even Bill Cosby or Robin Williams made me laugh as hard as Carlin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7398613201235906155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7398613201235906155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/06/cranky-old-man.html' title='The Cranky Old Man...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-4232043207756742529</id><published>2008-06-18T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:02:24.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's So Satisyfing...</title><summary type='text'>...when you've been waiting for something for years and it finally comes to pass. 15 years ago, when I was younger and in college I had heard a rumor of a new Chicago album.  One that had never come into existence, sadly, because of something that went wrong.  I wasn't well enough connected to find out what went wrong.  All I knew was that they weren't with Warner Brothers any longer and were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4232043207756742529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4232043207756742529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-so-satisyfing.html' title='It&apos;s So Satisyfing...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-7485409762613282007</id><published>2008-06-16T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:15:15.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day of Summer Vacation...</title><summary type='text'>...Remember how that felt?  The anticipation?  All the great plans that you were making for things to do over the summer without the restraint of school getting in the way? Well, it's here for my kids.  They have one week off, and then the family summer camp begins.  That's right, family summer camp. We're keeping the kids home for the summer and we're creating our own summer camp for them.  They</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7485409762613282007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7485409762613282007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day-of-summer-vacation.html' title='The First Day of Summer Vacation...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-1485101509189953001</id><published>2008-06-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:06:03.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Round The Whirly Gig Goes...</title><summary type='text'>...I was going to write about it being the last day of school and my memories of such.  But I found something *even better*   to talk about and it still has to do with the last day of school. Teenage drinking at parties.  But wait WG, you say, you already discussed that on Monday! Yes, yes I did.  And it bears discussing again because one hand doesn't know what the other is doing. A headline in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1485101509189953001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1485101509189953001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-round-whirly-gig-goes.html' title='And Round The Whirly Gig Goes...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-3397397052526380656</id><published>2008-06-11T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T07:49:37.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Absolutely NOTHING...</title><summary type='text'>...that pisses me off more than being accused of favoritism.  Or being one of an in-crowd. Before anyone goes further, may I remind you that this is my personal blog and I'm entitled to the opinions stated in it just as everyone else is in theirs.  This isn't a blog for any stitching community that I may own or administrate or moderate, but I might talk about it once in a while.  That doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3397397052526380656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3397397052526380656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-is-absolutely-nothing.html' title='There Is Absolutely NOTHING...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-3091495078160722249</id><published>2008-06-10T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:02:09.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Striving For Mediocrity...</title><summary type='text'>...Apparently that's what Stanford law students are going to be doing now because having people who are high achievers or over achievers is unfair. Stanford Law School has dropped the letter grade in the interest of saving the sanity of law students and encouraging them to take more challenging courses.  Oh, and that they're there to learn for the sake of learning instead of worrying about hard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3091495078160722249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3091495078160722249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/06/striving-for-mediocrity.html' title='Striving For Mediocrity...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-3952987668588127582</id><published>2008-06-09T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T08:33:07.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Is Clearly Bass-Ackwards Here...</title><summary type='text'>...I was reading the paper recently and found an article that was headlined "Teen Drinking Could Become Costly - For {town name removed} Parents".  The headline alone made me raise an eyebrow; first because it's where my ILs live and secondly because it's a strange headline.In reading the article I find that the code is going to change in the town with regards to teenage drinking.  What?  A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3952987668588127582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3952987668588127582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-is-clearly-bass-ackwards-here.html' title='Something Is Clearly Bass-Ackwards Here...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-9084981637619398670</id><published>2008-06-04T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:00:00.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes You Just Get Lucky...</title><summary type='text'>...or maybe it's fate laughing at someone else.  Once upon a time DH scoffed at me slightly when I'd joined a local radio station website.  He said I would get spammed.  Well, I didn't get spammed - I actually won a trip to Seattle when The Jimi Hendrix Experience opened.  Then there was the time that he scoffed and said "no one wins those contests" when I signed up at same said radio station's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/9084981637619398670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/9084981637619398670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-you-just-get-lucky.html' title='Sometimes You Just Get Lucky...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-1157894431644479061</id><published>2008-06-03T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:46:06.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember 'Canary in a Coalmine'...</title><summary type='text'>...the classic Police song?  Well, I have something a little different.  And slimier. I have 'Slugs in a Sprinklerhead'.  Seriously.  Yesterday afternoon, B and I went outside to start digging up part of the lawn to replace a sprinkler that decided to be a geyser instead.  So, DH breaks up the lawn around it and sets that aside and B &amp; I start digging.  And digging.  And digging some more.  We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1157894431644479061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1157894431644479061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/06/remember-canary-in-coalmine.html' title='Remember &apos;Canary in a Coalmine&apos;...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-7011079155629311930</id><published>2008-06-02T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:31:34.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Rolling Stone List...</title><summary type='text'>...I'm serious.  They must be doing crack in those offices.  Rolling Stone magazine has released their 100 greatest guitar songs ever.  I question some of their choices and things they left off of the list. First of all I have to address the so-called #1 song.  "Johnny B Goode"?  Hello?  I wholeheartedly agree that it needs to be in the Top 10, even the Top 5.  But #1 - that's too much of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7011079155629311930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7011079155629311930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/06/yet-another-rolling-stone-list.html' title='Yet Another Rolling Stone List...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-8189907764613088784</id><published>2008-05-23T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:30:04.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 years...</title><summary type='text'>...that's how long it's been. 18 long years.  It's hard to believe that it's been that long.  I know I've been excited for other opening days of movies, but not like this.  I was a little kid inside.  And my little kids were almost as excited.  A got a little bored with how excited I was, but she's 12 verging on 16.  I expect her to be bored.18 years.  I was there on opening day at 10am for 'Last</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8189907764613088784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8189907764613088784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/05/18-years.html' title='18 years...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-831005256661163521</id><published>2008-05-21T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:00:01.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. My. God....</title><summary type='text'>...you can't live without it!  You must have it!  Your life will be So. Much. Better. if you have this product.  And your children will be safer too!Seriously.  Trash marketing at its finest, right?  Infomercials, telemarketers, and spam.  They all engage in some sort of reactive marketing in one form or another.  And people respond to it.  I was reading Dear Abby yesterday and she was running </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/831005256661163521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/831005256661163521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh. My. God....'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-8244729309978520307</id><published>2008-05-19T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:40:29.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Television Season...</title><summary type='text'>...slowly comes to an end. It's been a rough season this year.  There were slipping ratings all over the board to start with.  Then there was the infamous 100 day writer's strike.  You know, to digress slightly, that was just too perfect that it was 100 days.  Makes me wonder if it was planned that way.  Ah, conspiracies.  Gotta love 'em.  Anyway - the folks in television land get back to work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8244729309978520307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8244729309978520307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/05/television-season.html' title='The Television Season...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-3104272708721394248</id><published>2008-05-15T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:18:19.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Sign...</title><summary type='text'>...Of what I have no idea.  But it's something.So, as I've mentioned previously, I got sucked into "American Idol" this year thanks to A wanting to watch what her friends are watching.   A great source of amusement for us has been talking back to the television and commenting on what Simon, Randy and Paula have to say.  And a general running commentary on what Paula is looking like comes with the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3104272708721394248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/3104272708721394248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-sign.html' title='It&apos;s A Sign...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-5706490258011774484</id><published>2008-05-12T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T08:32:15.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day... Been and Gone...</title><summary type='text'>...It was Mother's Day yesterday here in the U.S. and it was a slightly different one than I normally have. There was no breakfast in bed, owing to the fact that we needed to be at 9am Mass because the girls were ushers.  There were presents, but this year there was one from DH!  An out of print, matted, first day issue of a Lady and the Tramp postage stamp.  With a colorful still of the doggie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5706490258011774484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5706490258011774484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-been-and-gone.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day... Been and Gone...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-546602518756644132</id><published>2008-05-06T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T08:30:01.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Less Guilty...</title><summary type='text'>...than yesterday and I wanted to address a couple of the comments about my download of "Song of the South". Yes, there is a torrent of "Electric Dreams", and yes I have a download of that too.  It's one of the best technology vs humans movies, in my opinion.  Love the movie, but have not ripped that one to DVD.  It just lives on my computer currently. Yes, yes I would buy a copy of "Song of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/546602518756644132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/546602518756644132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/05/feeling-less-guilty.html' title='Feeling Less Guilty...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-5134752262612369883</id><published>2008-05-05T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:34:18.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Feel Guilty...</title><summary type='text'>...or not to feel guilty.  That is my current quandry.I spent years upon years working and railing against DVD piracy, helping develop the markers of what to look for on a visual inspection and identifying the accounts that were guilty of stealing. While doing all of this I still knew that there were others who were ripping the movies off the discs and building their own personal library or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5134752262612369883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5134752262612369883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-feel-guilty.html' title='To Feel Guilty...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-8376350725711919403</id><published>2008-04-30T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:12:07.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best of Both Worlds...</title><summary type='text'>...I know people in my generation are going to think - hey, she's going to talk about Van Halen. Nope, sorry.  I'm going to talk about Miley Cyrus.  As DH commented "What's a Miley Cyrus?"  I replied - it's Hannah Montana.  He was still a little mystified.  That's probably because Hannah has not invaded our living room.  Our girls don't like her and I wonder why because she's as tame as Lizzie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8376350725711919403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/8376350725711919403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-of-both-worlds.html' title='The Best of Both Worlds...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-58748816849687536</id><published>2008-04-29T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:08:20.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Rice, Now Floss....</title><summary type='text'>...Last week I talked about the impending rice shortage in the world due to many factors, and the rising costs that have been seen here in the Silly.com Valley that has driven some folks to stockpile aromatic rice.  Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I was going to have to consider talking about stockpiling floss. That's right. Floss.  Not the dental kind for those who are wandering by -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/58748816849687536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/58748816849687536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-rice-now-floss.html' title='First Rice, Now Floss....'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-721539992640089244</id><published>2008-04-25T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:13:34.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Electric...</title><summary type='text'>...you know how some people have electric personalities?  Or they just sizzle and pop when mixed with another individual - that "electric chemistry" sort of thing? DH and I have it.  Literally. Now, there are friends of ours who would envy our relationship because we fit so well together.  We do have that sparky little chemistry together, according to the woman who served as our maid of honor.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/721539992640089244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/721539992640089244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-electric.html' title='It&apos;s Electric...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-7466365267154280631</id><published>2008-04-24T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:31:05.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shortages and Rationing...</title><summary type='text'>...The price of everything is rising these days - gas, milk, bread.  And we're allegedly running out of water in the East Bay so rationing is going to come into effect this summer they're saying.  We've already gone through gasoline rationing in the 70s and I hope to never have to go through that.  If farmers keep changing crops over to corn in order to make money on the ethanol situation, then I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7466365267154280631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/7466365267154280631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/shortages-and-rationing.html' title='Shortages and Rationing...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-5528228764004963195</id><published>2008-04-23T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:01:31.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Random Bits o' Stuff....</title><summary type='text'>...Go Sharks!  Pull those darn Stars out of the sky on Friday.  Go DD#2!  She has her first track and field meet today.  Long jump and 4x100m relay......for a 10 year old under 5 feet tall she's got an 8 foot long jump.  I think that's pretty darn good.American Idol comments:  Syesha rocked last night.  Jason Castro (Dreadhead) has got to go.  Love love love Andrew Lloyd Webber and I think David </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5528228764004963195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5528228764004963195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-random-bits-o-stuff.html' title='Little Random Bits o&apos; Stuff....'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-5853811688702126251</id><published>2008-04-21T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:27:15.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainless...</title><summary type='text'>...are we really, as a race, that brainless?   Mindless?  Non-thinking?  Oh wait, it's allegedly only the *men* who are thoughtless.I see some of you might be nodding your head in agreement already, but you don't know exactly what about.  You see, while some may think men are generally thoughtless about certain things, they're truly not thinking for two very important aspects of life:Sex. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5853811688702126251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5853811688702126251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/brainless.html' title='Brainless...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-4981741292505343964</id><published>2008-04-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:23:48.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bingo!</title><summary type='text'>...While watching the latest installment of American Idol the other night, the family and I found ourselves trying to guess how Randy Jackson was going to start his comment to the contestant.  Would it be "dawg", or "listen up" or "check it out, check it out"?  And would Paula state a color in reference to a singer?  I loved that when she called DreadHead 'colorful' and Simon picked on her for it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4981741292505343964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/4981741292505343964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/bingo.html' title='Bingo!'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-1050529091514151271</id><published>2008-04-16T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T07:47:53.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just When You Thought It Was Safe...</title><summary type='text'>...something slaps you right in the face to remind you that it isn't. My neighborhood is a nice neighborhood.  It's upper middle class, if such a thing exists any longer, and has a beautiful neighborhood park.  It's relatively quiet and out of the way, Halloween is never disruptive, and kids walk to school with no troubles. Even so, we keep an eye on things because that is what you do in an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1050529091514151271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1050529091514151271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-when-you-thought-it-was-safe.html' title='Just When You Thought It Was Safe...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-6827539759581165897</id><published>2008-04-15T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:13:11.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tax Day!</title><summary type='text'>...yes, that awful day that everyone must stay away from the Post Offices in your neighborhood and hope against hope that the servers at Intuit (who makes Turbo Tax) don't meltdown like they did last year.  Intuit says that they won't, but you never know.Anyway, we were ahead of the curve this year.  While we didn't owe money (yay, we're getting something back!) things were put off until almost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6827539759581165897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6827539759581165897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-tax-day.html' title='It&apos;s Tax Day!'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-5966493514468060599</id><published>2008-04-14T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:59:34.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Space...</title><summary type='text'>...does a person really need?  How much is too much?  When is it OK to take up more space when you don't think that you have enough? Why am I asking these questions?  Well, I'll tell you.Today I went to the gym and found myself in the same corner of the locker room as another woman.  It's a cramped corner and I moved my stuff a little further down the bench so that she would have more room for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5966493514468060599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/5966493514468060599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-much-space.html' title='How Much Space...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-1296021513360380948</id><published>2008-04-08T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:54:50.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Spring Break...</title><summary type='text'>...and my kids are off from school which is why I'm sleeping in and blogs are posting late and/or are short.Today's will be short.  We're going to get mall-ed (mauled) today.  No, there's nothing special going on that I'm aware of.  Oh, right.  The last time I didn't think anything was going on Paris Hilton was there.  Maybe I should check the mall schedule first. Anyway, that's the plan for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1296021513360380948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/1296021513360380948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-spring-break.html' title='It&apos;s Spring Break...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-6616842723882308737</id><published>2008-04-07T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:07:05.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Song...</title><summary type='text'>...I got to thinking a little while ago about couples and their "songs" - you know, the ones that they dance to at their wedding, or that are significant in a relationship and bring back good memories. Mine and DH?  I don't think that we really have one, but we did dance to "A Whole New World" (yes, the one from Aladdin) at our wedding.  It had special significance to us.  So did "Can You Feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6616842723882308737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/6616842723882308737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-song.html' title='Our Song...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-996377192528793369</id><published>2008-04-03T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T07:44:12.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There She Goes Again...</title><summary type='text'>...rattling her mouth off about anything and everything and who really cares, right? Some of you are scratching your heads, I'm sure.  Am I talking about Hillary Clinton, or Britney Spears, or Oprah Winfrey?  No, I'm talking about me.  Because I've gone and done it.  Finally.  And what is it I've done, you might ask?  Well, I'll be happy to tell you before you start making wild guesses. This is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/996377192528793369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/996377192528793369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-she-goes-again.html' title='There She Goes Again...'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963141.post-771177838194326285</id><published>2008-04-02T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:07:11.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constitutional Protection... For *WHO*?</title><summary type='text'>...I read something interesting the other day in my town's weekly newspaper.  I think some of you might laugh at this, and others... won't.So there's this discussion going on in my city over the laws surrounding smoking/hookah clubs and strip clu- er, as they called them "adult oriented establishments".  Apparently the city has decided that they can say no to business licenses for cigar clubs and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/771177838194326285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963141/posts/default/771177838194326285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whizgidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/constitutional-protection-for-who.html' title='Constitutional Protection... For *WHO*?'/><author><name>WhizGidget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280020719686962922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='15' src='http://www.whizgidget.com/images/BB_Icons/biggrin.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
