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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[the cover up, dont be a fool!]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>125358</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-18 21:17:51</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Cover ups don&rsquo;t work
So Don&rsquo;t fool your self
I ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium">Cover ups don&rsquo;t work<br />
So Don&rsquo;t fool your self<br />
Into thinking<br />
youre fooling anybody <br />
<br />
Look what happened to Nixon<br />
During the Watergate scandal<br />
<br />
Or<br />
Clinton during the Monica scandal<br />
Not meaning to single out politicians<br />
I will move along<br />
after all<br />
this is a post<br />
Not a novel<br />
<br />
I digress<br />
<br />
<br />
Have you ever walked into someone&rsquo;s home<br />
And you are surprised <br />
and caught off guard<br />
by a blasting whiff of air freshener<br />
or room deodorizer<br />
<br />
man oh man<br />
It&rsquo;s like walking into a freezer on a 90 degree day,<br />
its shocking to your poor system<br />
I immediately start sneezing and gasping for air<br />
<br />
think it cant get any worse<br />
Think again<br />
carpet deodorizer!<br />
OMG!<br />
<br />
That stuff makes my eyes water<br />
I don&rsquo;t know who they think they are fooling<br />
<br />
But whatever it is that they are trying to cover up<br />
has to be 100 percent better than the fake mist that is permeating the air<br />
not to mention atmosphere<br />
<br />
Al Gore would have reoccurring nightmares <br />
if he ever rang that doorbell<br />
<br />
Bathroom deodorizers and air fresheners are a joke<br />
if you exit a rest room and another enters <br />
immediately following<br />
Believe me<br />
the person waiting in line<br />
will know what proceeded him or her<br />
even if you use an entire <br />
aerosol can<br />
<br />
Have you ever been to a car wash <br />
and<br />
after you press the button that says<br />
Do you want the under carriage washed?<br />
<br />
by the way<br />
why is that <br />
the only thing that requires your participation?<br />
<br />
Oh, I could really digress right now<br />
<br />
But I won&rsquo;t<br />
<br />
another story<br />
<br />
Back to this one<br />
but<br />
Do those guys in the white suits <br />
with a wet towel<br />
in one pocket and windex&nbsp;in another<br />
&nbsp;think you will get too bored<br />
if they don&rsquo;t give you something to do while you wait for your vehicle<br />
<br />
Sorry I couldn&rsquo;t help it<br />
I digressed!<br />
but I feel so much better<br />
anyway<br />
ok<br />
I&rsquo;m back<br />
<br />
now that your under carriage looks brand spanking new<br />
all sorts of little ornament like things that are made to hang<br />
from your rear view mirror<br />
Bombard your senses on the way to the check out counter<br />
<br />
it&rsquo;s a potpourri of aromatic choices<br />
Strategically placed to trick you into believing<br />
you could drive away<br />
Surrounded by<br />
fresh mountain air<br />
<br />
<br />
don&rsquo;t waste your money<br />
I have tried almost every single one<br />
And that hint of fake evergreen<br />
Will practically choke the children<br />
<br />
And you are not fooling anyone<br />
The van still smells like sweaty socks and wet dog<br />
<br />
Speaking of cars<br />
<br />
Have you ever gotten into a car with someone<br />
who was a little heavy handed on the cologne or aftershave?<br />
<br />
Someone open a window<br />
Please!<br />
I&rsquo;m about to die of affixation<br />
<br />
If the lady or gentlemen <br />
behind the wheel<br />
&nbsp;didn&rsquo;t have time to take a shower<br />
And thought they&rsquo;d layer themselves <br />
With a little extra dab of this or just one more spray of that<br />
<br />
Let&rsquo;s set the record straight<br />
right here<br />
once and for all<br />
No amount of expensive perfume will mask Body Odor!<br />
Who do they think they are fooling?<br />
<br />
When the subject of cover ups arise<br />
I would be remiss if I did not mention<br />
the<br />
<br />
The mumu<br />
Or tent dress<br />
<br />
If a rather large women<br />
Hiding her overweight body<br />
Is under the misconception while draped in a mu mu<br />
that she<br />
Is fooing anyone into thinking she is a size 2<br />
Forgetaboutit<br />
Sure<br />
it is comfortable<br />
<br />
And believe me<br />
Im all for it<br />
<br />
But where mu mu&rsquo;s are concern<br />
People have rather vivid imaginations<br />
<br />
You are not fooling anyone ladies!<br />
<br />
<br />
There is even a product on the market<br />
sold behind the make up counter<br />
called<br />
Cover up<br />
Actually there is an entire line of cosmetics<br />
called<br />
Cover girl<br />
But that&rsquo;s another story<br />
<br />
Whenever I have ever attempted to use<br />
That thick tan cream <br />
to turn a blemish into a chameleon of clear skin<br />
not only does that stuff stain your clothes,<br />
face and fingers<br />
it also<br />
draws so much more attention to the area you are trying to hide<br />
<br />
you might as well shine a spotlight on the zit<br />
And draw a big red circle around it<br />
<br />
Just leave it alone<br />
<br />
You are not fooling<br />
a single human being into believing<br />
there is nothing under <br />
that mini mountain on your chin<br />
<br />
Besides<br />
my dad always told me<br />
No one <br />
is looking at your blemish <br />
or&nbsp;<br />
imperfection<br />
&nbsp;anyway<br />
<br />
People are way too concerned about how they look <br />
to care about you<br />
<br />
<br />
Did you ever flip a stained cushion around to the other side<br />
You're lucky if you don&rsquo;t have the kind with a big zipper<br />
That is now facing out<br />
regardless<br />
You aren&rsquo;t fooling anyone<br />
<br />
your guests do not think you were a just a little mixed up<br />
while&nbsp;housecleaning<br />
and cleaning the couch<br />
<br />
And once you reveal the underbelly<br />
<br />
You only have one more chance left<br />
Then what?<br />
<br />
Well<br />
That&rsquo;s why we have throw pillows<br />
positioned just so<br />
<br />
there is only one basic problem with those dabs of color<br />
used as accents<br />
<br />
People<br />
throw them!<br />
Then the jig is up and you are not fooling anyone<br />
<br />
And your stain is exposed<br />
for all the world to see<br />
<br />
How about tablecloths?<br />
All of mine have some sort of stain<br />
Either from candles, wine or chocolate<br />
<br />
Don&rsquo;t get me started on spot removal remedies<br />
<br />
That&rsquo;s another story<br />
<br />
You<br />
strategically <br />
place the center piece or a grouping of some sort<br />
in the precise location needed<br />
thinking no one will ever know what lurks under those beautiful flowers<br />
<br />
inevitably<br />
Someone always blows your cover<br />
Or shall we say for the sake of this story<br />
Your cover up<br />
<br />
when they move whatever you took great pains to put in place<br />
out of the way <br />
so they can see the person across from them<br />
<br />
you were outed again!<br />
you just cant fool anyone these days<br />
<br />
How about the ripped seam under your arm pit<br />
You discover it right before you leave the house<br />
No time to change<br />
<br />
You tell yourself<br />
No one will notice<br />
I will just keep my hands at my side all night long<br />
<br />
No problem<br />
<br />
Until<br />
Someone says<br />
<br />
Who wants desert!<br />
And your arm shoots up faster than a comet<br />
and<br />
your hole is exposed to the whole group<br />
<br />
I can&rsquo;t end this without mentioning <br />
one of the most ridiculous cover ups<br />
Of all time<br />
<br />
and one of my favorites<br />
<br />
The comb over!<br />
Picture<br />
<br />
'the Donald'<br />
<br />
Good old Donald with way too much hair spray Trump<br />
is supposed to be such a smart savvy guy<br />
<br />
Who the heck does he think he is fooling?<br />
He is only making a fool of himself!<br />
<br />
And that&rsquo;s another story</span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[happy b day Nicole, the dog ate my poem]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>124956</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-18 01:00:09</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/roe/blog/happy-b-day-Nicole%2C-the-dog-ate-my-poem-124956/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[omg
while writing a post about being late
and telling the  ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #3366ff"><span style="font-size: large">omg<br />
while writing a post about being late<br />
and telling the truth<br />
<br />
I was almost late wishing<br />
my oldest daughter<br />
Nicole<br />
who is a quarter century today<br />
25 years old<br />
a very happy birthday<br />
<br />
I love you Nicole<br />
and <br />
I will finish this in the morning<br />
the dog ate my poem</span></span></div>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[is it better late ...than never... perhaps?]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>124953</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-18 00:53:19</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[I hate to be late,
I think it&rsquo;s rude,
But
it happen ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium">I hate to be late,<br />
I think it&rsquo;s rude,<br />
But<br />
it happens once in awhile<br />
Unfortunately<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">Not enough to wear the scarlet L on my lapel<br />
</span><br />
Thank goodness it&rsquo;s not my normal MO<br />
I don&rsquo;t think anyone would actually call me a late comer<br />
<br />
Perhaps a late bloomer<br />
Which I was<br />
But that&rsquo;s a different story<br />
<br />
Nevertheless<br />
Some individuals are notoriously late<br />
On a regular basis<br />
<br />
In addition<br />
these rather inconsiderate people<br />
(Sorry I know its hard to hear)<br />
<br />
Have to be tricked occasionally<br />
to get them to show up at a reasonable time<br />
<br />
this group must be told the party starts <br />
an hour before it actually does<br />
however<br />
these late shows&nbsp;are still the last to arrive<br />
<br />
it&rsquo;s the strangest thing<br />
<br />
the chronically late <br />
do not believe they are being disrespectful<br />
really and truly<br />
<br />
and most of the laddie come latelies<br />
least the ones I happen to know<br />
are otherwise very nice people<br />
<br />
they just don&rsquo;t get it<br />
its like they take dumb pills<br />
<br />
another story<br />
<br />
these poor souls do not understand <br />
that time is valuable<br />
and<br />
<br />
the ones who struggle to be on time<br />
might have been able to fit a few more things in before they left<br />
<br />
yet<br />
decided against it<br />
<br />
for fear of being late<br />
<br />
and not wanting to keep someone else waiting<br />
<br />
<br />
maybe some people just don&rsquo;t value time<br />
I don&rsquo;t know<br />
I can&rsquo;t figure it out<br />
<br />
<br />
These wise&lsquo;late&rsquo;guys<br />
Always have a host of reasons<br />
why <br />
they were late<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The dog ate my homework<br />
Wait<br />
<br />
That&rsquo;s the wrong excuse category<br />
Another story<br />
<br />
Let&rsquo;s see<br />
They caught a train<br />
could not catch a cab<br />
They inform you of the number of red lights between your house and theirs<br />
They overslept<br />
The phone or doorbell rang as they were just about to leave<br />
oh and a flat tire is a popular one<br />
how about<br />
My watch must have stopped<br />
or<br />
I thought you said we were meeting at (what time is it now?)<br />
<br />
If <br />
I find myself frantically trying to get somewhere <br />
on time<br />
The above excuses run through my mind like water through a colander<br />
But I have one little problem<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large">I really hate to lie or be lied to<br />
</span>So<br />
No matter how much trouble the truth gets me into<br />
And believe me it certainly has at one time or another<br />
I Choose the truth <br />
and simply say<br />
<br />
I am so sorry I am late<br />
Please accept my apology<br />
<br />
I have a million excuses<br />
Would you like one?<br />
<br />
So far, I have never had any requests<br />
The person I unintentionally offended <br />
Usually laughs<br />
Accepts my sincere apology<br />
And <br />
we go on from there<br />
<br />
on the other hand<br />
<br />
waiting for someone who is late<br />
is&nbsp;extreemly<br />
irritating<br />
first you look at your watch<br />
then you glance at your calendar<br />
making sure you have the right day and time<br />
<br />
you always doubt yourself first<br />
<br />
then you start looking around<br />
wondering how long you should wait<br />
what is a reasonable amount of time?<br />
maybe something happeded<br />
what if the person you are waiting for got into an accident<br />
are you in the right location<br />
if you move to check out another place<br />
will they show up and think you didnt<br />
<br />
so<br />
do yourself and everyone else a favor<br />
<br />
just be on time<br />
<br />
do whatever you have to do<br />
<br />
but<br />
never ever be a no show<br />
<br />
at least call<br />
<br />
don't be a coward<br />
<br />
I guess it is better late<br />
than never<br />
<br />
and<br />
its always better<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">to tell the truth<br />
the whole truth<br />
and nothing but<br />
the truth<br />
so help you God<br />
<br />
thats another story<br />
and truthfully<br />
the very last part in red was not written by me<br />
I heard it somewhere else before<br />
<br />
so help me God!<br />
<br />
</span><br />
<br />
</span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[from a pity party to a book signing, God helped me]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>124235</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-16 17:03:45</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/roe/blog/from-a-pity-party-to-a-book-signing%2C-God-helped-me-124235/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[


I was feeling a bit overwhelmed 
And perhaps a tad so ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS"><span><span style="font-size: medium"><br />
<br />
<br />
I was feeling a bit overwhelmed <br />
And perhaps a tad sorry for myself<br />
Actually<br />
&nbsp;in the middle of a pity party <br />
<br />
Another story<br />
<br />
But<br />
The Puppies found me<br />
and <br />
started licking my face and nuzzling up against me<br />
and<br />
As I sat there for quite awhile with them<br />
I began talking away<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #800080">&ldquo;oh my puppies<br />
I love my puppies<br />
you are the only ones that care<br />
you know I needed <br />
some <br />
there theres!&rdquo;<br />
<br />
oh<br />
you are such good puppies<br />
mommy loves you!<br />
<br />
</span><span style="color: #ff00ff">that was me talking<br />
out loud <br />
to my dogs</span><br />
<br />
<br />
suddenly<br />
for a minute or two<br />
I wondered where my cell phone was<br />
I worried it might be purse calling someone<br />
<br />
did you read that post?<br />
<u><span style="font-size: large"><b>beware of the purse call</b></span><br />
</u>read it if you have a chance<br />
<br />
anyway<br />
when I got up to find the phone<br />
<br />
I saw a book on the shelf<br />
<br />
I really do not remember buying it<br />
<br />
Although<br />
that is not unusual<br />
<br />
I buy a lot of books and never get a chance to read them<br />
<br />
Yet<br />
for some reason<br />
<br />
right then and there<br />
<br />
with a nose full of snot<br />
that needed to be blown<br />
and no Kleenex within reach<br />
<br />
I wiped the long string of clear taffy like substance<br />
that seemed to have no end<br />
on my jeans<br />
<br />
yeah<br />
I know<br />
Too much information<br />
<br />
I digress<br />
<br />
But how can you have a pity party without crying<br />
And how can you<br />
Ugly cry<br />
As Oprah calls it<br />
Without getting a nose full<br />
<span style="color: #ff00ff"><br />
I apologize in advance<br />
for being grossly graphic<br />
<br />
</span>So I opened the book<br />
<br />
And<br />
began reading <br />
<br />
sometimes<br />
<br />
I truly believe<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large"><b>God is like a librarian</b></span><br />
<br />
Recommending good books much like Oprah<br />
<br />
I refer to her a lot<br />
don't I?<br />
<br />
She should have me on her show<br />
<br />
Another story<br />
<br />
anyway<br />
<br />
and he (God) puts them in my path<br />
<br />
sometimes<br />
<br />
I almost have to trip over them<br />
<br />
though<br />
I feel like <br />
whatever is in that book<br />
that I happen to find<br />
<br />
and start reading<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large">is Him<br />
<br />
Talking<br />
directly<br />
to me<br />
</span><br />
so whatever words<br />
I happen to read<br />
<br />
I know<br />
Without a doubt<br />
<br />
I needed to read<br />
<br />
at that very moment<br />
<br />
and<br />
<br />
in this particular case<br />
<br />
the book was called<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large">GODS JOYFUL SURPRISE<br />
by <br />
Sue Monk Kidd<br />
finding yourself loved</span><br />
<br />
just the introduction alone was wonderful<br />
<br />
I did not have time to read much<br />
yet<br />
but<br />
&nbsp;the things I did read <br />
<br />
and the other parts <br />
I skimmed<br />
<br />
were very pertinent to my current situation<br />
<br />
and it helped<br />
a lot<br />
<br />
and <br />
afterwards<br />
<br />
I felt<br />
Soooo<br />
Much better!<br />
<br />
I totally related to what the author was saying<br />
<br />
something really caught my attention<br />
jumped right off the&nbsp; page <br />
and into&nbsp;my lap&nbsp;<br />
<br />
she mentions <br />
the fact that she just made an announcement <br />
to her family one day<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large">that she wanted to be a writer</span><br />
<br />
at the time<br />
she had a husband, <br />
2 kids and worked part time as a nurse<br />
and had a very busy schedule<br />
<br />
her son or husband said<br />
&quot; but you are already a nurse!&quot;<br />
<br />
now<br />
to make another story <br />
a long one <br />
short<br />
<br />
all I know<br />
without having to read much more<br />
<br />
<br />
she succeeded<br />
<br />
because<br />
sometime afterwards<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large">Sue Monk Kidd<br />
wrote a best seller<br />
called<br />
'THE SECRET LIFE OF BEES'<br />
</span><br />
At&nbsp; another <br />
time<br />
I will talk about all the books <br />
God has forced me to read for my own good!<br />
<br />
I digress<br />
<br />
all I know is<br />
when it was time to get moving<br />
<br />
I blew my nose<br />
<br />
finally!<br />
<br />
and<br />
washed my face<br />
<br />
and<br />
cleaned the kitchen<br />
<br />
washed the floor<br />
<br />
did a load of laundry<br />
<br />
gave the dogs a bath<br />
and<br />
<br />
talked to the DJ<br />
and <br />
it is now 3:30<br />
<br />
and I have a zillion things<br />
to do<br />
and <br />
what am I doing?<br />
<br />
(It wasnt a time management book people!)<br />
<br />
Im<br />
writing a post for my blog<br />
<br />
and<br />
secretly hoping<br />
<br />
Oprah will read this<br />
or <br />
perhaps<br />
one of her producers<br />
<br />
And one of them will call<br />
and want me to come on&nbsp;the show<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff"><span style="font-size: x-large">talk about a joyful surprise!<br />
omg</span>!</span><br />
<br />
And it will be one of those dream themed ones<br />
<br />
The <br />
A make your wish come true kind<br />
or<br />
A do you need an Oprah connection?<br />
<br />
And do I?<br />
who doesnt?<br />
<br />
Yeah!<br />
<br />
dah<br />
A Make your wish come true dream show<br />
<br />
I could use a literary agent<br />
To get a book deal<br />
<br />
Or <br />
just have her <br />
Find someone that wants to pay me to write!<br />
<br />
maybe<br />
Gail could use someone for the magazine<br />
O<br />
<br />
And <br />
Even though I could use<br />
<br />
A make over<br />
Not to mention a room <br />
or house<br />
make over<br />
Don&rsquo;t you just love Nate!<br />
<br />
Keep Suzie, the financial genus away from me please<br />
She makes me nervous<br />
I digress<br />
<br />
That&rsquo;s what I would really want<br />
If I had the chance<br />
<br />
Now<br />
How did I go<br />
From a pity party<br />
To a book signing<br />
In one post?<br />
<br />
I guess<br />
That&rsquo;s another story?<br />
however<br />
Im sure it was God<br />
that helped me!<br />
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[PARTY SUNDAY AT MY HOUSE...maybe]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>123657</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-15 13:20:51</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/roe/blog/PARTY-SUNDAY-AT-MY-HOUSE...maybe-123657/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[The grad bash
I have heard of parties that somehow lose con ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS"><span style="font-size: medium">The grad bash<br />
I have heard of parties that somehow lose control during the festivities,<br />
Yet<br />
never a party that is so<br />
Discombobulated<br />
before it ever occurred.<br />
<br />
However<br />
<br />
this one takes the cake<br />
<br />
OMG!<br />
The cake!<br />
I forgot to order the cake!<br />
<br />
note to self<br />
<br />
order the cake<br />
<br />
We are holding a high school grad party this Sunday for our daughter<br />
The invitations did not get sent out till the last minute,<br />
That&rsquo;s another story<br />
<span style="color: #ff00ff">see Calendar girl post<br />
</span><br />
unfortunately<br />
that is not the only problem we are facing<br />
<br />
I have absolutely no idea who ended up receiving and invitation <br />
and as a result<br />
have no idea who will be here this Sunday?<br />
<br />
Originally<br />
We made a guest list<br />
Gave it to our daughter<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff00ff">Perhaps<br />
that&rsquo;s where we made a crucial error in judgment<br />
<br />
</span>not that my daughter<br />
who graduated from a very prestigious and academically challenging high school<br />
with honors<br />
isn&rsquo;t totally capable of taking on the task<br />
<br />
although after this experience<br />
I do not think she should consider party planning as a future endeavor.<br />
<br />
First of all<br />
My cousin Joan and her husband, Steve <br />
have always provided our party entertainment and never let us down<br />
They are fabulous<br />
They successfully DJ'd <br />
All our family functions for as long as I can remember<br />
Unfortunately<br />
<br />
They were booked this Sunday,<br />
<br />
Perhaps<br />
It was because we did not ask&nbsp;them until it was way too late?<br />
<br />
And now<br />
I can't find the substitute DJ<br />
we only found a few days ago<br />
<br />
The group I gave my<br />
credit card number to<br />
over the phone,<br />
so who knows if we will have any music<br />
<br />
no big deal I guess<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
That&rsquo;s the least of my problems.<br />
<br />
I digress<br />
<br />
It&rsquo;s the guest list and the count.<br />
That I just can't<br />
seem to get a handle on?<br />
<br />
Which is a much bigger issue when you think about it<br />
<br />
So<br />
How much food and drinks do we need?<br />
No idea?<br />
<br />
and<br />
did we goof up and maybe<br />
over look someone who<br />
Should have been invited?<br />
<br />
That might possibility be hurt by the oversight?<br />
<br />
You never know,<br />
on the other hand<br />
others might be thrilled they did not hear from us!<br />
<br />
There is a fine line drawn at this very point sometimes?<br />
It&rsquo;s a bit tricky<br />
<br />
Did you invite people who looked at the invite and said<br />
&quot;Why in the world did they invite us?<br />
We don&rsquo;t even like them!&quot;<br />
<br />
Or worse!<br />
&quot;Oh yeah, they sent us an invitation to theirs<br />
And<br />
they did not even bother to show up or even respond to ours!&quot; <br />
<br />
The nerve of those people!<br />
<br />
Geeze<br />
Maybe we did<br />
invite someone who really did not want to come?<br />
<br />
And missed others that did?<br />
<br />
I have no idea<br />
????????????????????????????<br />
Because everyday I find out new info from Sam<br />
<br />
and guess what?<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff00ff">none of it is good!<br />
</span><br />
For example<br />
I asked my Dad this morning if he received an invitation.<br />
<br />
He said that Sam gave him one a few days ago<br />
(thank Goodness)<br />
that had someone elses name on the envelope!<br />
<span style="color: #ff00ff">what?<br />
</span><br />
she just crossed it out<br />
he said<br />
and handed it over <br />
<br />
&quot; Dad, whose name happened to be on there?&quot;<br />
I said<br />
and he did not know?<br />
<br />
So<br />
I asked my daughter about it<br />
<br />
Oh, hum?<br />
she said,<br />
yeah,<br />
&quot; lets see, I think it was Aunt June?&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Sam, you mean you did not invite Aunt June to your graduation party?&quot; <br />
<br />
&quot; oophs&quot;<br />
&quot; Yeah, I thought you could call her,<br />
Pa wanted to see the picture&quot; <br />
<br />
&quot; Sweetheart,<br />
when were you going to tell me that I needed to call Aunt June?&quot;<br />
&quot; Oh, am I bad!&quot; she said.<br />
<br />
Note to self<br />
Add Aunt June to the mounting phone call list!<br />
<br />
<br />
Later on<br />
<br />
I casually mentioned to her that I feel a tad embarrassed<br />
that I never made it to&nbsp;my cousins sons&nbsp;graduation party<br />
(I had a very good excuse mind you,<br />
Only<br />
I never had a chance to call her and explain it)<br />
<br />
<br />
I wanted to have his gift here when they arrived at our party,<br />
<br />
Note to self<br />
Call cousin Sue and apologize<br />
<br />
I figured I'd fit that in before Sunday<br />
Among all my phone calls<br />
<br />
<br />
So, while I was writing the check for my cousins Sue's son<br />
I casually asked Sam if she sent one to them,<br />
keeping my fingers crossed<br />
And she proudly said<br />
smiling<br />
Yes, I'm sure I did!<br />
<br />
<br />
Then<br />
thought for a minute<br />
<br />
always a dangerous moment<br />
&hellip;I'm holding my breath&hellip;<br />
<br />
and added<br />
actually<br />
I don&rsquo;t think I sent one to Lou, her sister, <br />
(also my cousin)<br />
Because<br />
I did not know her address!<br />
<br />
Sam, honey,<br />
when were you going to tell me that you sent one to one sister and not to the other? <br />
&quot;Oh, am I bad!&quot;<br />
<br />
Note to self<br />
Call my cousin Lou<br />
<br />
today is Tuesday<br />
The party is Sunday<br />
<br />
This week is filled<br />
with a zillion party unrelated obligations<br />
<br />
The calendar is relentless<br />
See Calendar girl post<br />
<br />
Now<br />
What am I going to do if it rains?<br />
<br />
Note to self<br />
Don&rsquo;t sweat the small stuff<br />
<br />
Another story!<br />
Stay tune</span></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[open letter to thoughts,com members]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>123409</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-15 00:31:06</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/roe/blog/open-letter-to-thoughts%2Ccom-members-123409/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[dear thoughtful &nbsp;friends
ok is it me&quot;
is someone ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-size: small"><span style="color: #0000ff">dear thoughtful &nbsp;friends<br />
ok is it me&quot;<br />
is someone doing this on purpose?<br />
Is it a conspiracy?<br />
does anyone else notice yet another change around this ever changing <br />
thought...not so dot calm&nbsp;pattern of a site?<br />
<br />
or am I the only one?<br />
move in closer<br />
do you realize&nbsp;people are now starting to use their real names now.&nbsp;<br />
yes indeed they are</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-size: small"><span style="color: #0000ff">you know I would never&nbsp;lie to you<br />
&nbsp;First it was <br />
ok, lets close our eyes and everybody change your profile pic every 2 minutes,<br />
actually more than I change my underware<br />
I digress<br />
&nbsp;and it got me so confused,<br />
I did not know where I was, so I decided I would only think of people<br />
in terms of their name, <br />
that is<br />
their fake silly name or whatever name was under their picture regardless of what that picture was, <br />
a real person, a cartoon character, a blob, a piece of fruit, no matter...<br />
I just mangaged to recognize my buddies and their blogs by their name <br />
the one under the constantly changing picture..., <br />
for instance<br />
take for example my good buddy,&nbsp;&nbsp;humptydumptyhead<br />
now, when someone writes a post and refers to my buddy humpty, <br />
instead of saying <br />
&quot;oh, that humptydumpty head... had a great fall&quot;&nbsp;<br />
they say, <br />
Poor Fred, did you see that guy take a fall?<br />
<br />
I really cant take much more of this<br />
Im loosing it people!<br />
Im not centered anymore!<br />
Im a little to the right!<br />
although<br />
I could be wrong?<br />
Im not getting any younger<br />
and my family is starting to wonder what Im doing in my office way past my bedtime<br />
even my gal circe said<br />
someone was going to hook me up to an IV!<br />
I am loosing my creative energy<br />
how in the world am I ever going to get discoverd and be a famous writer and buy that house in cape cod the one that diane&nbsp; lived in during that movie with Jack<br />
if all of my post are about my confusion on this site<br />
what will my fans who are out in the real world think of a stupid post like this one<br />
do you think it has the slightest chance to win me fame and fortune<br />
I think not!<br />
I'm pretty sure&nbsp;even Emily, my daughters friend from school, &nbsp;stopped reading, she doesnt even come around anymore<br />
yep, I think I scared her off<br />
and she used to comment on a regular basis, <br />
she has no idea what I have been talking about?<br />
so she just lost interest<br />
cant say that I blame her<br />
all inside jokes folks<br />
no one outside of never never blog land can relate!<br />
this&nbsp;has become a closed<br />
assisted living community<br />
no place for outsiders<br />
a members only club<br />
we are chasing all those important literary agents away people!<br />
Emily and normal people like <br />
her&nbsp;just cant relate<br />
its just not the same<br />
and once again<br />
If I read a post about a guy named Fred <br />
it goes in one ear and out the other<br />
I have no idea who Fred is,<br />
I did not memorize Freds real name people<br />
I can not retain all of this info people!<br />
they are saying<br />
Fred said...blah blah blah<br />
and I think<br />
who the heck is Fred?<br />
and my good friend humptydumpyhead is never going to get a get well card from me because I had no idea he took a fall, <br />
I thought a guy named Fred fell on his head instead<br />
a total stranger to me<br />
and I could care less if he ever got it together again...<br />
but if someone mentioned<br />
humptydumptyman<br />
had an accident<br />
I'd be all over it<br />
planning a fund raiser with all his kings horses and all his kings men<br />
<br />
thanks for listening<br />
sincerely<br />
rosemary<br />
</span></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[gossip is hurtful...the  lowdown is helpful]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>123224</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-14 17:18:02</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/roe/blog/gossip-is-hurtful...the--lowdown-is-helpful-123224/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[An up close and personal,
an interesting back lot story
kn ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #0000ff">An up close and personal,<br />
an interesting back lot story<br />
knowing some info about the players<br />
getting you up to speed<br />
placing you on the same page<br />
filling in the gaps<br />
giving you the low down<br />
<br />
concerning the people or things<br />
being discussed<br />
gives you a vested interest in whatever activity you happen<br />
to be a participant.<br />
<br />
Those sorts of things are aids <br />
to assist one in making whatever sport or activity <br />
you happened to be attending, viewing or engaging in<br />
much more enjoyable.<br />
<br />
Have you ever gone to a cocktail party and walked up to a group of people <br />
all talking about something and you have no idea what it was?<br />
You just stand there and look dumb. <br />
You have nothing to offer because you can&rsquo;t even follow the story,<br />
it<br />
does not make any sense to you<br />
yet it certainly looks like everyone else knows the scoop. <br />
They might has well be speaking a foreign language as far as you are concerned. <br />
You try to pay attention and follow the story,<br />
&nbsp;just can't<br />
<br />
Tonight for example, all your neighbors are out in front&nbsp; laughing and talking <br />
having a rather animated conversation about something <br />
when you were heading to your mailbox.&nbsp;<br />
You heard one gal say that someone paid a zillion dollars to Brad and Angelena<br />
for something and the entire group was voicing their opinions on this matter?<br />
But you had no idea why anyone would pay them that amount for nothing?<br />
&nbsp;Naturally you might begin to wonder why?<br />
&nbsp;<span style="color: #ff0000">If it was my husband, he could care less, but that&rsquo;s another story</span>&hellip;<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">he is just not as curious and I am! <br />
I digress</span><br />
Then some kind soul steps up and says,<br />
hey, you look confused, let me get you up to speed<br />
Angie and Brad just had twins <br />
and <br />
that is the amount of money someone paid them for a picture of their babies!<br />
<span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #ff00ff">Oh now I get it, can you believe that!</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #993300">Joe, my hubby<br />
on the other hand<br />
<span style="font-size: medium">might</span><br />
if Im lucky<br />
come home with the news that someone had twins <br />
and if you asked him, <br />
who<br />
or<br />
if they were boys or girls or one of each, hed say<br />
I don&rsquo;t know, I didn&rsquo;t ask<br />
</span>Another story<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
At the moment someone shares the subject with you <br />
and fills in the gaps, <br />
you feel like you are part of the discussion <br />
and<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large">no longer feel lost<br />
<br />
Or left out.<br />
</span><br />
<br />
How about walking in a room and everyone had just started watching a movie, <br />
and one nice guy stops the action,<br />
fills you in on the part you missed and hits play&hellip;<br />
now you are able to enjoy the movie with the rest of the crowd. <br />
<br />
If no one told you the background story or what had happened thus far,<br />
you certainly would not have any desire to watch it <br />
and <br />
if you decided to take a seat anyway, <br />
everyone would get mad at you for talking and asking questions <br />
when they were trying to follow the plot.<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000"><span style="font-size: x-large">Sometimes all you need is the low down! <br />
yet<br />
must always<br />
take the high ground to get there!</span></span><br />
<br />
.<br />
please<br />
Do not confuse the low down, the scoop, the real poop, <br />
The up close and personal, the good friend willing to get you up to speed, the tv guide <br />
Or any of these things with GOSSIP. <br />
<br />
Never ever confuse those innocent activities, which happen to be public knowledge or as a lawyer would say, part of the public record,<br />
<span style="color: #993300"><span style="font-size: large">with gossip,<br />
one of the ugliest words in the<br />
ENGLISH DICTIONARY</span></span><span style="font-size: large"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-large"><span style="color: #ff0000">I detest gossip! <br />
It is hurtful,</span></span><span style="color: #ff0000"><br />
</span>YET<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-large"><span style="color: #ff0000">getting the lowdown<br />
is helpful!<br />
</span></span><br />
<br />
Whenever I tune in to any televised Olympics <br />
regardless of the season,<br />
the competetion I am viewing is only as interesting as the up close and personals.<br />
<br />
If the network provides its audience with a good dose vignettes they choose to play before each event,<br />
now you have a vested interest. Now you feel like a part of the action. How about when the US won the gold medal in the hockey game! By the time that week was over, I was ready to invite the team over for dinner, I felt like I knew them.<br />
<br />
In those prerecorded pieces you learn about the athletes home town or how hard they struggled to get to there or perhaps are told one of them is dedicating his metal to his sick mom or another is a brother or son to another famous gold metal winner&hellip;it just makes the entire telecast so much more exciting to watch, because you have someone to root for&hellip;<br />
Without it, all the athletes look the same.<br />
<br />
Same goes for televised Basketball, baseball, football and golf. I can only tolerate them if someone gives me the back lot story. Then, it feels like I know the person and based on this new info, I am able to choose my favorites based on their story, and their history. Just watching random players, is extremely boring.<br />
<br />
I loved cheering in the stands for my kids no matter what sport they happened to be participating in because I knew all the players and was able to get totally involved in the moment.<br />
<br />
To make my point, and I do have one this time, occasionally I find myself away from home searching for my favorite show and have no idea what channel to locate it. That&rsquo;s when I start looking for the local tv guide to direct me to my intended destination.<br />
That&rsquo;s another story<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-large">All of the above<br />
are simply an aid<br />
To get on the same page</span><br />
<br />
<br />
.<br />
please<br />
Do not confuse the low down, the scoop, the real poop, <br />
The up close and personal, the good friend willing to get you up to speed, the tv guide <br />
Or any of these things with <br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">GOSSIP. <br />
<br />
may I repeat<br />
</span><br />
<br />
Never ever confuse those innocent activities, which happen to be public knowledge or as a lawyer would say, part of the public record,<br />
with gossip, one of the ugliest words in the ENGLISH DICTIONARY<br />
<br />
I detest gossip! It is hurtful,<br />
YET<br />
getting the lowdown is helpful<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #000000">&quot;Gossip is idle talk or rumor, especially about the personal or private affairs of others.<br />
While gossip does or maybe doesn't forms one of the oldest and (still) the most common means of spreading and sharing facts and views, it also has a reputation for the introduction of errors and other variations into the information thus transmitted. The term also carries implications that the news so transmitted (usually) has a personal or trivial nature. <br />
Some people commonly understand gossip as meaning the spreading of dust and misinformation, as (for example) through excited discussion of scandals. Some newspapers carry &quot;gossip columns&quot; which retail the social and personal lives of celebrities or of &eacute;lite members of certain communities.[citation needed][dubious &ndash; discuss]&quot;<br />
dictionary<br />
</span><br />
<br />
The repeating of info about someone else without their permission and spreading some sort of news which is a private matter and happens to be nobody&rsquo;s business especially when some of the facts have been exaggerated or distorted can only lead to hurt feelings and other very bad things.<br />
<br />
If anyone has ever read anything I have ever written,<br />
I am CONSTANTLY<br />
saying, if its public knowledge&hellip;<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-large">then hand over<br />
the goods baby!<br />
</span>I have no idea what you are talking about,<br />
fill me in, please, <br />
so I am able to get on the same page as everyone else.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #ff0000">I do not like gossip<br />
and I never want to be associated with it, </span></span><br />
I want to steer clear,<br />
Gossip is not nice!<br />
<br />
In my senior year at Mother McAuley, the play we performed was<br />
OUR TOWN, my characters name was Loretta Soames, the town gossip. <br />
I really hated that part, <br />
and that was the first and last time I wanted my name<br />
to be associated with that ugly word.<br />
<br />
And another story<br />
<br />
One time, someone was spreading a little gossip about me and another person called to tell me what she heard from a third person. I immediately picked up the phone and called the spreader and thanked her for her concern, then gave her the facts&hellip;I don&rsquo;t think she ever said another word about me ever again.<br />
<br />
But that&rsquo;s another story!</span></div>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[calendar girl...thank God there are only 12 months]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>122887</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-13 23:46:54</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/roe/blog/calendar-girl...thank-God-there-are-only-12-months-122887/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[my calendar is such a nag
constantly telling me what to do  ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS"><span><span style="font-size: medium">my calendar is such a nag<br />
constantly telling me what to do and when to do it<br />
it thinks it's the boss of me<br />
wants to run my life<br />
I can't make any plans without consulting it<br />
The obnoxious thing hates spontaneity<br />
has to go everywhere I go<br />
like a younger sibling<br />
and if its not included<br />
I have a price to pay<br />
big time!<br />
<br />
Heavens to Betsy<br />
(can someone tell me where that expression came from)<br />
I digress<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #000000">If someone loses their calendar<br />
we act like there has been a death in the family<br />
Oh, MY GOD No!<br />
I just couldnt live without my calendar<br />
I dont know what I'd do if I were in your shoes<br />
I feel for you<br />
Im so sorry for your loss<br />
You Poor Thing<br />
You need a ham, can I bring you dinner?</span><br />
<br />
another scenario<br />
<br />
someone you love<br />
is having a party<br />
you receive an invitation<br />
call to rsvp<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #800080">I really wish I could be there, you know I do<br />
but, Im so sorry<br />
I just looked at my calendar<br />
and I can't make it!</span><br />
<br />
There are severe consequences<br />
when you do not study&nbsp;your calendar in advance<br />
<br />
believe you&nbsp;me<br />
I have suffered from calendar wrath<br />
<br />
As a result of not doing my calendar homework<br />
a week from today might be a nightmare around here<br />
<br />
I was going along my merry way<br />
not looking at my calendar<br />
as usual<br />
trying to live day to day<br />
<br />
you know, <br />
its that darn calendar that keeps me so busy,<br />
I dont know which end is up<br />
<br />
I really dont have the time to peek ahead of schedule<br />
I am a blogger you know<br />
<br />
I digress<br />
<br />
therefore<br />
<br />
as a result<br />
of my <br />
negligence<br />
<br />
mr calendar decided to teach me a lesson<br />
<br />
I did not know a week from today<br />
was the 20th<br />
did you?<br />
<br />
Apparently, my know it all calendar<br />
knows more than I do<br />
<br />
thats another story<br />
<br />
July 20th we had planned <br />
to hold Samanthas <br />
high school graduation party<br />
OMG<br />
<br />
while in crisis time crunch mode<br />
I drove to Kinkos in a panic<br />
ordered<br />
some invites<br />
<br />
then<br />
Sam was supposed to get them addressed and in the mail<br />
asap<br />
<br />
truth be told<br />
some of them made&nbsp;it to the post office on Friday<br />
a few others were mailed on Saturday<br />
<br />
however<br />
<br />
there are a few invited guests who still dont have a clue they are invited<br />
<br />
not a single person had more than a weeks notice <br />
<br />
including me<br />
<br />
some are going to have even less time<br />
<br />
because Sam did not know all the addresses<br />
a few homeless envelopes with names on them <br />
are sitting on the counter<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small"><span><span style="color: #ff00ff">does that situation remind anyone of anything?<br />
see wishing well post<br />
</span></span></span><br />
I digress<br />
<br />
we might be hand delivering a few tomorrow and <br />
possibly<br />
making a few calls<br />
<br />
There is a darling picture of Sam on the invitation&nbsp;<br />
<br />
although<br />
regretably, <br />
she will have a very short fridge life<br />
Instead of seeing little round faced Sammy<br />
wearing her Daddys big golf hat<br />
smiling perpetually for a month or so<br />
in everybodys kitchen<br />
among all the other reminders, <br />
calendars and photos<br />
on the door or the buliten board<br />
<br />
She will be lucky if she last a day or two before her special occasion<br />
<br />
which reminds me<br />
I havent heard from the DJ<br />
They were supposed to e mail me a contract<br />
I gave them my credit card over the phone<br />
Actually I never even heard of the group before 2 days&nbsp; ago<br />
when my calendar began flipping&nbsp;its pages<br />
considering the circumstances<br />
just finding one <br />
given such short notice was a miracle<br />
<br />
we decided to call the rental place and ask for a smaller tent<br />
<br />
then sam just informed us<br />
a few minutes ago<br />
since it was too late to mail invitations to her friends from school<br />
she just posted a little announcement on face book<br />
OMG!<br />
<br />
thats another story<br />
<br />
Now I have absolutely no idea<br />
how many people will be here a week from tonight<br />
<br />
I better make sure I have plenty of ice!<br />
another story<br />
<br />
My pain in the rear calendar<br />
must have been feeling quite neglected<br />
it sure knows how to get revenge<br />
<br />
and if I dont have enough to worry about<br />
<br />
what if some people think that they originally were not invited <br />
<br />
to this little bash<br />
or<br />
big blow out<br />
<br />
take your pick<br />
<br />
its anybodys guess<br />
<br />
I digress<br />
<br />
some of our guests <br />
<br />
that is....if we have any<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff00ff">could be under the false impression</span><br />
<br />
that we might have had so many regrets<br />
<br />
&nbsp;(people not being able to&nbsp;make it)&nbsp;<br />
<br />
and<br />
because we had a few extra invitations<br />
<br />
we decided to mail them<br />
<br />
to the people who did not make the original cut<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large"><span style="color: #ff00ff">Honestly</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #ff00ff">that is not the case!<br />
</span></span><span style="font-size: large"><span><span style="color: #ff00ff">Nothing could be further from the truth<br />
</span></span></span><br />
This whole thing is a result of me not paying attention to my calendar<br />
when it was <br />
trying to tell me <br />
it was<br />
<u>that time of the month<br />
lol</u><br />
Its always PMS ing<br />
<br />
so I paid no attention<br />
<br />
and now Im being punished<br />
<br />
I really thought I could manage my life<br />
without it<br />
<br />
I hate being so dependant<br />
<br />
I absolutley&nbsp;detest peeking ahead at the next month<br />
its like skipping chapters in a book<br />
<br />
I have a hard enough time with <br />
<span style="font-size: x-large"><span style="color: #ff00ff">tomorrow<br />
</span></span><br />
tell me<br />
<br />
who has the time to sit and ponder their calendar<br />
let alone imput new information daily?<br />
<br />
to add insult to injury<br />
<br />
have you heard of the expression<br />
you can not have two cooks in the kitchen?<br />
or something like that<br />
having to do with soup or broth<br />
<br />
I digress<br />
<br />
its not really a good idea to try to keep two calendars<br />
<br />
yet <br />
<br />
some of us<br />
are more trusting than others<br />
<br />
and<br />
Im not one of them,&nbsp;<br />
<br />
I need a back up<br />
<br />
problem is<br />
<br />
my electronic device <br />
and my old fashioned calendar with the pretty pictures<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large"><span style="color: #0000ff">are not in sync<br />
</span></span><br />
they&nbsp;are like little kids<br />
always fighting for control<br />
never agreeing<br />
<span style="color: #ff00ff">who am I to believe ?<br />
</span><br />
mine tell totally different stories<br />
<br />
jealous creatures<br />
<br />
its the old timers vs the young generation<br />
<br />
they will never coexist<br />
<br />
can't be done<br />
<br />
just try to get your husbands calendar <br />
and your calendar<br />
<br />
to agree on anything<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large"><span style="color: #ff00ff">impossible</span></span><br />
without wasting a perfectly good evening trying to sort things out<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #800080">Honey, do we have anything scheduled for the third of...</span><br />
<span style="color: #008080">what!<br />
</span><span style="color: #993300">no we cant<br />
</span><span style="color: #993300">thats the night we planned to go...<br />
</span><br />
get my drift!<br />
<br />
How in the world do all those type A personalities <br />
plan family vacations so far in advance?<br />
<br />
I guess<br />
I'll never know<br />
thank God there are only 12 months in a year!<br />
</span><span style="color: #ff00ff"><span style="font-size: medium"><br />
and thats another story</span></span></span></span></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[wishing well and making a wish, dont I wish]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>122848</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-13 22:31:11</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/roe/blog/wishing-well-and-making-a-wish%2C-dont-I-wish-122848/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[my own wishing well
is pretty deep
and is never going to r ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium">my own wishing well<br />
is pretty deep<br />
and is never going to run dry<br />
<br />
my get well, sympathy, congrats, graduation, anniversary, <br />
notes of love and encouragement<br />
share the same home with my holiday greetings<br />
birthday wishes, and thank you notes, <br />
including a number of other categories<br />
too numerous to mention<br />
<br />
all of these cards <br />
reside in that<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-large"><span style="color: #0000ff">miscellaneous file <br />
</span></span>located<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-large"><span style="color: #0000ff">somewhere</span></span><br />
<br />
size wise<br />
it<br />
belongs in the Guiness Book of World Records<br />
<br />
the only cards that actually make it to the person intended<br />
are the ones hand delivered<br />
<br />
in person<br />
<br />
while attending the event<br />
or special occasion<br />
<br />
such as <br />
a wedding, graduation or birthday<br />
<br />
if for some reason we are unable to attend<br />
<br />
my well intentioned thoughts<br />
<br />
inevitably<br />
<br />
end up in that good old<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-large"><span style="color: #0000ff">miscellaneous file<br />
</span></span>located<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-large"><span style="color: #0000ff">somewhere<br />
</span></span><br />
<br />
unfortunetly<br />
checks and gift cards are usually included in those<br />
oophs<br />
<br />
occasionally<br />
and this is really sad<br />
<br />
I will find a letter I wrote<br />
a long long long time ago<br />
<br />
one in which<br />
I poured my heart out<br />
to a friend who lost a parent or close relative<br />
<br />
or<br />
someone suffering from an illness <br />
or<br />
some other problem <br />
or <br />
difficult situation<br />
<br />
maybe<br />
a friend was simply having a bad day?<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-large"><span style="color: #ff00ff">they say timing is everything<br />
</span></span>so now<br />
years after the fact<br />
<br />
I really dont feel its the appropriate time to send any of these<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #000080">same goes for birthday cards<br />
you dont send someone and ancient<br />
dont worry you are turning 30 card<br />
when they are very close to becoming 50<br />
</span><br />
If anyone had any idea how many notes of appreciation<br />
and long poems<br />
I've written<br />
over the years<br />
to be included<br />
in Mothers Day and Fathers Day<br />
greetings<br />
etc<br />
<br />
You'd be amazed<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff">I have so many cards and so many sentiments meant for so many people<br />
</span>individuals who truly needed me at the time<br />
<br />
who never knew<br />
and probably never will<br />
<br />
realize how much they meant to me<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #ff0000">Its such a shame<br />
</span></span>and<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-large"><span style="color: #ff0000">shame on me!<br />
</span></span>perhaps<br />
<br />
someday<br />
<br />
I will come across this file<br />
put them in order<br />
<br />
look up the addresses<br />
<br />
even if I have to call some of them<br />
<br />
hunt them down<br />
<br />
to find out if they are still among the living<br />
<br />
and <br />
if I encounter a name that doesnt ring a bell<br />
I will do a comprehensive search<br />
<br />
until I locate them<br />
<br />
an refresh my memory<br />
<br />
then<br />
<br />
add a few more stamps<br />
<br />
since the price of postage has risen drastically over the years<br />
<br />
another story<br />
and<br />
once and for all<br />
<br />
send all my cards to their rightful owners<br />
<br />
pray<br />
they remember who I am<br />
<br />
because<br />
<br />
I just wanted to let them know<br />
that I was<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #800080">so sorry for their loss<br />
</span><span style="color: #993300">glad their operation was over and they are out of the hospital<br />
</span><span style="color: #339966">wishing&nbsp;them good luck in their new home<br />
</span><span style="color: #339966">even though they no longer live there</span><br />
<span style="color: #0000ff">wishing them a happy anniversary<br />
even if they are no longer married<br />
</span>I just want to tell them<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-large">I'm so sorry<br />
</span>it took me so long to say<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">much success in your new job</span><br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">even though you are now retired</span><br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">in some cases, maybe fired<br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #800000">and please<br />
cheer up<br />
<br />
</span><span style="color: #339966">Seasons Greetings everybody</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080">wish you were here<br />
</span><span style="color: #ff6600">have a great day<br />
</span><span style="color: #ff00ff">glad to have a friend like you<br />
</span><span style="color: #0000ff">Happy (extreemly belated)birthday</span><br />
and<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">Hi, its just me. wanting yopu to know, Im thinking about you<br />
</span>oh <span style="font-size: x-large">well<br />
</span>don't</span><span style="font-size: xx-large"><span style=""> I </span></span><span style="font-size: xx-large"><span style="">wish</span></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Let me be the first to wish you a very merry....]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>122829</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-13 21:54:06</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/roe/blog/Let-me-be-the-first-to-wish-you-a-very-merry....-122829/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Every Christmas
I undertake the enormous
labor intensive p ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #ff0000">Every Christmas</span><br />
I undertake the enormous<br />
labor intensive project<br />
of gathering everyone together<br />
choosing the wardrobe<br />
the location and props<br />
assembling the participants in one room<br />
agreeing on a pose<br />
Coralling and cajoling and threatening my family<br />
to smile<br />
until I am satisfied with the results<br />
<br />
another story<br />
<br />
<br />
after the ordeal<br />
order a few hundred from the printer<br />
proof read them<br />
occasionally finding errors<br />
<br />
returning them<br />
until we finally have the finished product<br />
<br />
and then the real work begins<br />
time to undertake the tedious process<br />
of<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">sending Christmas Cards to friends and family</span><br />
<span style="color: #ff6600">geeze<br />
</span><span style="color: #993300">they start arriving at our house the day after Thanksgiving</span><br />
and<br />
<br />
with the delivery of each new card<br />
I fill with anxiety<br />
<br />
because I am so far behind on mine<br />
<br />
Normally<br />
I do not have them in hand<br />
until<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">Christmas Eve<br />
</span>I digress<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #339966">Like a little elf</span><br />
I insist upon<br />
writing a lengthly personal note<br />
on each and every one<br />
<br />
Never ever do I<br />
just give it a<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large"><span style="color: #ff0000">SEASONS GREETINGS<br />
</span></span>or use the words already written on the card<br />
<br />
just screaming to be sealed <br />
and sent on its way<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large"><span style="color: #339966">nope<br />
</span></span><br />
I provide warmth and individual attention<br />
<br />
although<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">I do draw the line at Holiday Letters</span><br />
been there, done that!<br />
<br />
thats another story<br />
<br />
and<br />
as usual<br />
I manage quite well to get them in the envelopes<br />
<br />
lick them<br />
the envelopes and stamps that is<br />
<br />
before the lick me<br />
<br />
and I never forget my return address<br />
<br />
however<br />
if the addresses are not at my fingertips <br />
and the stamps readily available<br />
<br />
I cart them around for awhile<br />
trying to fool myself into thinking<br />
they will be mailed<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #993366">sometime</span> <span style="color: #ff00ff">before</span><span style="color: #33cccc"> Easter<br />
</span><br />
more than half them never see the inside of a mailbox<br />
<br />
instead<br />
<br />
end up<br />
somewhere<br />
in my<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-large"><span style="color: #0000ff">Miscellaneous file<br />
</span></span>another story<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small">see archives<br />
</span><span style="color: #ff0000"><br />
but just in case<br />
history repeats itself again this year<br />
</span><span style="color: #339966">Let me be the first to wish you a very Merry Christmas</span><br />
&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #ff0000"><span style="font-size: medium">and Happy New Year!</span></span></div> ]]>
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		<atom:entry>
  			<atom:title><![CDATA[public apology and thank all of you!]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>122821</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-13 21:25:04</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/roe/blog/public-apology-and-thank-all-of-you%21-122821/'/>

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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium">This post is dedicated to every single person in my entire life<br />
that ever did anything nice for me<br />
<br />
I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize<br />
for my bad manners<br />
and<br />
let you know how sorry I am<br />
and embarrassed<br />
that you nice people<br />
never received a thank you note from me<br />
expressing my gratitude<br />
<br />
oh one or two of you miracously did<br />
but thats another story<br />
<br />
I realize this public apology isn't enough<br />
I am totally ashamed of my behavior and lack of follow through<br />
Emily Post would give me a tongue lashing if she were still alive<br />
that being said<br />
even though the mail man never delivered <br />
my sincere words of indebtedness<br />
<br />
that&nbsp;does&nbsp;not&nbsp;mean<br />
I did not feel it<br />
at the time<br />
<br />
the fact of the matter is<br />
<br />
I never ever fail to write those special words of greatefulness<br />
<br />
thats not exactly the problem<br />
<br />
Actually, <br />
most of mine&nbsp;<br />
are rather lengthy <br />
<br />
and furthermore<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff"><span style="font-size: large">I never purchase the lazy mans thank you notes</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">those ready made ones</span><br />
<span style="color: #993366"><span style="font-size: large"><br />
where some total stranger&nbsp;</span></span><span style="font-size: large"><br />
</span>from&nbsp;Hallmark Cards&nbsp;does the thanking<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-large">no sir ee<br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-large">I buy the blank ones</span><br />
<br />
and go into elaborate detail<br />
in my best penmanship<br />
about how much I appreciated<br />
the gesture<br />
the thought<br />
the favor<br />
the gift<br />
the weekend<br />
your hospitality<br />
whatever<br />
<br />
plus<br />
<br />
I take it to the next level<br />
put the card in the envelope<br />
and <br />
seal it with a kiss<br />
<br />
and<br />
<br />
write the persons name on the front<br />
while including my return address<br />
however<br />
<br />
this is the moment in time<br />
when I run into difficultly<br />
completing the task<br />
<br />
If the address is not staring me in the face<br />
and the stamp not readily available<br />
<br />
the flowery note of appreciation and gratitude <br />
is tossed to the side<br />
winds up in my perpetually overflowing file<br />
the one I maintain<br />
called<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff"><span style="font-size: xx-large">miscellaneous<br />
</span></span>which is located<br />
<span style="color: #008080"><span style="font-size: xx-large"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: xx-large"><span style="">somewhere<br />
</span></span></span><br />
I do the exact same thing with Christmas Cards<br />
<br />
but thats another story<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small">its located in the archives</span><br />
</span></div> ]]>
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		<atom:entry>
  			<atom:title><![CDATA[summer reruns or best of or same old story?]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>122317</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-12 12:06:08</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Summer reruns
Or the best of

Recently
bloggers are savi ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center">Summer reruns<br />
Or the best of<br />
<br />
Recently<br />
bloggers are saving us a bit of time <br />
By dusting off their archives<br />
and bringing back some of their best stuff <br />
stories or poems<br />
we might have missed.<br />
<br />
I just read a post by pixie<br />
called repeats<br />
I think it&rsquo;s a great idea<br />
<br />
I know<br />
Scotslad did this awhile back<br />
And I&rsquo;ve notice more and more<br />
of this new trend<br />
<br />
If you have a favorite story<br />
Or a list of them<br />
<br />
Please share it with the rest of us<br />
<br />
Occasionally we will discover a blogger<br />
Someone new to us<br />
But not necessarily new<br />
<br />
And we might possibly book mark them<br />
But don&rsquo;t always have the extra time<br />
To<br />
Go back to the beginning <br />
<br />
So this suggestion saves us from<br />
Searching ourselves<br />
<br />
Why not make a little reading list<br />
And when we have some time<br />
We will check it out<br />
<br />
Is that another story<br />
Or the same old story?</div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[this blog does not exist]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>122302</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-12 11:50:31</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[
this blog does not exist

Unfortunately an error has occ ...]]></atom:summary>
  			<atom:content type='html'>
    				<![CDATA[ <br />
<div style="text-align: center">this blog does not exist<br />
<br />
Unfortunately an error has occured<br />
has been reported to the Thoughts.com website management team.<br />
Please try again later.<br />
jeeze!<br />
<br />
what besides this message<br />
gets your goat?<br />
<br />
I just wrote a post<br />
a quick one<br />
and when I write a quick one<br />
I never bother to write it anywhre else and copy paste it<br />
I guess<br />
no more quickies for me!<br />
&nbsp;</div> ]]>
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		<atom:entry>
  			<atom:title><![CDATA[who is who on thoughts and what is what is my ?]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>122279</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-12 11:12:49</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[a whos who&nbsp;or sort of a what degree from Kevin Bacon th ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center">a whos who&nbsp;or sort of a what degree from Kevin Bacon thing, <br />
a thoughts.com guide?<br />
&nbsp;</div>
<div style="text-align: center">Doug is going to sub for another blogger who was in the middle of a contest with e2s and someone who is sick, to post 100 blogs in the month of July<br />
which explains alot of things<br />
and another person is going to help who I believe is married to the sick person.<br />
Now if you are like me, <br />
you had no idea any of this was happening.&nbsp; <br />
Plus, <br />
When Doug announced his intentions, <br />
a few comments on his post<br />
made me aware that one person was married to another and another person had a neice<br />
&nbsp;who offered to&nbsp;help<br />
<br />
which doesnt seem fair to e2s<br />
but who am I to say?<br />
apparently she is OK with it<br />
I digress<br />
<br />
&nbsp;and <br />
...to make a long story short...if you know any connections&nbsp; <br />
between people<br />
sort of like a Kevin Bacon thing...<br />
would you mind sharing<br />
Maybe Doug would do some sort of a thoughts.com family tree thing on one of his sub posts. <br />
or maybe&nbsp;not<br />
<br />
&nbsp;if you know that &nbsp;someone is someones cousin or know &nbsp;two members are married <br />
and perhaps one person has a thing going with another <br />
and someone is somebodys sister and boyfriend and husband and neighbor and parent and best friend <br />
and enemy (OMG) or whatever...<br />
<br />
it makes things a little complicated for the people not in the know...<br />
so if its all public info,&nbsp;<br />
would you mind leaving a comment to try&nbsp;to explain it...<br />
relationships around here?<br />
I think it would make a lot of sense knowing some of the details<br />
<br />
I remember not having any idea about who in the heck baby Stanley actually was and who he was related to?<br />
<br />
all this info could be compiled into a <br />
cheat sheet<br />
whenever I watch TV I need one at my side <br />
and if I cant find that sucker<br />
Im always asking<br />
hey where&nbsp;&nbsp;is HGTV?<br />
what channel is clean sweep on?<br />
or what happened to Wee TV?<br />
<br />
I know that scotslad is married to Forget about it<br />
and circe is married to still kickin<br />
but thats about it?<br />
<br />
anyone else want to share<br />
their inside knowledge?</div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[I have a question about QOD]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>121416</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-10 18:00:17</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/roe/blog/I-have-a-question-about-QOD-121416/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[where oh where is the QOD....question mark?
I lost it....ex ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center">where oh where is the QOD....question mark?<br />
I lost it....exclamation point!<br />
how did I manage to do that...question mark?<br />
I looked in popular posts...period.<br />
and saw a question having something to do with nurses<br />
but knew that wasnt it.... period ... .and question mark...?<br />
maybe it was a run on sentence like most of mine<br />
and it ran way...question mark?<br />
maybe it had a subject and no verb, so it was incomplete...? question mark<br />
do we have a lost and found here for missing questions...question mark?<br />
maybe we just ran out of questions...question mark?<br />
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[a gardeners discovery read it and be amazed]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>121015</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-10 01:03:25</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[when I first started gardening 
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #339966"><span><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS">when I first started gardening <br />
the most amazing phenomenon occurred<br />
did you know <br />
<br />
Plants are actually able to rise from the dead?<br />
I thought only Jesus could do that!<br />
<br />
&nbsp;the most beautiful yellow plant in a hanging basket <br />
hung in the center of my deck<br />
I say yellow because I had no idea what kind of flower it was<br />
&nbsp;I lost that&nbsp;skinny card they stick in the mud with all the instructions<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff00ff">do you think thats where they got the expression<br />
a stick in the mud?<br />
I digress</span><br />
<br />
All I knew was it was full and lush<br />
and although you should not have any favorites<br />
this yellow looker was mine<br />
<br />
I watered that sucker and even fluffled it once in awhile<br />
when it occasionally got tangled<br />
when no one was around, <br />
I'd&nbsp;whisper sweet nothings to it<br />
<span style="color: #993366"><br />
my husband was begining to get jealous<br />
another story</span><br />
<br />
&nbsp;<br />
one morning I went outside bright and early to say hello<br />
and it was dead<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large"><span style="color: #000000">dead<br />
dead<br />
dead</span></span><br />
as dead as my battery was last week when I left the inside lights on<br />
<span style="color: #000000">I will never trust the automatic shut off<br />
device&nbsp;in my car ever again!</span><br />
<br />
but thats another story<br />
<br />
my mind raced<br />
what had I done to kill <br />
such a beautiful God given gift of flora and fauna<br />
I was heartbroken<br />
and immediately called a friend who was an expert in all things green<br />
she admitted she too <br />
was stumped<br />
<br />
Gently<br />
but firmly<br />
she informed me that I indeed had a dead plant on my hands <br />
and<br />
I might as well toss it in the garbage<br />
<br />
I'll admit<br />
I was rather reluctant to do so<br />
that once yellow&nbsp;pre madanna &nbsp;set me back a few bucks<br />
yet there was&nbsp;little hope for this one<br />
<br />
although<br />
&nbsp;before she left <br />
she said I might as well drown it<br />
<span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #0000ff">what!<br />
the baby with the bath water?</span></span><br />
she said<br />
&quot;just put it in a bucket and flood it&quot;<br />
let the water flow<br />
afterall<br />
I had nothing to loose <br />
<br />
as she pulled away<br />
returning to her perfect garden with&nbsp;plenty of lawn ornaments<br />
I did as she said<br />
<span style="font-size: large"><br />
never say die<br />
</span><br />
and the very next morning I was simply flabbergasted<br />
my prize yellow bloom was blooming once again<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large">it was alive<br />
</span>and thriving<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large">a true miracle to behold<br />
</span><br />
just the day before<br />
<span style="color: #ff6600">It looked like a worn out housewife in a tiny chaotic kitchen with no airconditioning on a boiling hot day trying to wash the floor for the second time&nbsp;because all the kids in the neighborhood decided to make brownies and cool aid by themselves while she was on the phone<br />
</span><br />
and now<br />
only a day later<br />
<b><span style="color: #cc99ff">it looked like a pampered princess who had just been to a spa <br />
after receiving the <u>all day super duper treatment</u>,<br />
&nbsp;while wearing one of those luscious white robes<br />
and listening to soft music, drinking fresh lemon water, <br />
reading a magazine&nbsp;and eating an apple with her feet up!</span></b><span style="color: #cc99ff"><br />
<br />
</span>now, <br />
for all you novice gardner want to be's out there<br />
<br />
let me leave you with some parting advice<br />
<br />
even though you offer your plant water<br />
It doesnt always drink<br />
<span style="color: #ff00ff">which reminds me of the old saying<br />
you can lead a horse to water<br />
but you cant make him drink<br />
I digress<br />
</span><br />
Some dirt is hard and the water simply does not penetrate it<br />
so<br />
You really have to flood it<br />
and if the water comes out of the bottom too fast<br />
it was just passing through<br />
and your plant will still be as dry as Hinsdale, Illinois<br />
and thats another story</span></span></span></div>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[geraniums that survive the winter!  do you believe]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>120865</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-09 18:40:45</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Since all my plants were dead by the end of May
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #ff00ff"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS"><span style="font-size: medium">Since all my plants were dead by the end of May<br />
I knew there had to be a better way<br />
<br />
The money spent on flowers for my yard<br />
was totally wasted and that was hard<br />
<br />
No time to take care of the garden and pull the weeds<br />
forgetabout starting beds from seeds<br />
<br />
actually at the time, I had no idea you could do that<br />
I thought all flowers came from a thing called flat<br />
<br />
Since I never felt like talking to my plants<br />
It was time to finally take a stance<br />
<br />
I had an idea and thought ...oh, it couldnt hurt<br />
&nbsp;I bought plastic buds and stuck them in the dirt<br />
<br />
This deception began when my kids were tots<br />
A colorful array of flowers filled my baskets and all the pots<br />
<br />
From afar, it looked like I had quite a green thumb<br />
when the compliments arrived, im afraid I kept mum<br />
(pun intended...I digress<br />
back to the story, where I confess)<br />
<br />
I believe I know what blew my cover and how the world found out<br />
that following winter all my flowers continued to sprout<br />
<br />
Never before had I been successful getting a thing to grow<br />
now my&nbsp;gorgeous geraniums were&nbsp;blooming in the snow<br />
<br />
The jig was up, they knew my trick<br />
my daisies were not the kind you pick<br />
<br />
not having to water and fertilize was my dream<br />
yet friends and neighbors were on to&nbsp;my brilliant&nbsp;scheme<br />
<br />
I did not care one single bit<br />
that everyone made fun of it<br />
<br />
One spring when my kids were older<br />
and I became a little bolder<br />
<br />
someone sold me a gardening book<br />
so I brought it home and took a look<br />
<br />
Back I drove to buy some tools and a brand new hose<br />
And thats the day I began to live up to my name...Rose<br />
<br />
The rest is another story and who knows if it will rhyme<br />
depends if I can find the time<br />
<br />
Im pruning and replanting today<br />
and a number of&nbsp;pots are&nbsp;waiting for me in sickbay<br />
<br />
So my good buds, I must bid you adeu<br />
I have a bit of gardening to do!</span></span></span></div>
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<br />
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[think before you hit on a stranger]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>120509</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-08 22:48:58</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/roe/blog/think-before-you-hit-on-a-stranger-120509/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Did you ever hit on somebody?
and wondered what it would be ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><b><span style="color: #800080"><span style="font-family: Verdana">Did you ever hit on somebody?<br />
and wondered what it would be like<br />
when you were all alone<br />
just the two of you<br />
oh the possibilities are limitless<br />
the anticipation palpable<br />
your desire is overwhelming<br />
<br />
earlier, <br />
you had so many choices<br />
like a kid in a candy store<br />
like bathing suits at the beach<br />
like wallpaper books<br />
and lipstick colors<br />
and golf caps<br />
and sweatshirts<br />
<br />
<br />
yet,&nbsp;for some reason<br />
this one<br />
<br />
caught your fancy<br />
tweaked your curiousity<br />
honked your horn<br />
rang your bell<br />
<br />
so you decided<br />
to go for it<br />
<br />
only to discover<br />
it was just another random post<br />
hidden in some recent post<br />
&nbsp;disappointment slaps you smack in the face<br />
<br />
seems some one was angry at their mother<br />
thats another story<br />
so they&nbsp;were grounded<br />
because they did not turn in their homework<br />
blah blah blah<br />
blah blog!<br />
<br />
and you say to yourself<br />
was it really worth the effort?<br />
<br />
maybe next time<br />
I will think long and hard<br />
before I hit on another stranger<br />
ever again</span></span></b></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[the long and the short of it]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>120492</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-08 22:32:00</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/roe/blog/the-long-and-the-short-of-it-120492/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[I have been told that no one wants to read a long story
the ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: Tahoma"><b><span style="color: #000080">I have been told that no one wants to read a long story<br />
therefore<br />
because my short stories<br />
are longer than some peoples long stories<br />
and thats another story<br />
I need to work on this problem<br />
and<br />
that my friends<br />
is the long and the short of it</span></b></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[16 year old baby announcement ]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>120359</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-08 15:54:24</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/roe/blog/16-year-old-baby-announcement--120359/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[After discovering&nbsp;we were going to be blessed
with our ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS"><span style="font-size: large">After discovering&nbsp;we were going to be blessed<br />
with our 4th child<br />
Katie<br />
<br />
who will be Sweet 16<br />
this September<br />
<br />
and&nbsp;an only child very soon<br />
a life long dream of hers<br />
<br />
well<br />
at least she will be <br />
the only child living at home<br />
I digress<br />
<br />
(Sam is going off to college)<br />
another story<br />
<br />
</span><span style="font-size: medium">Joe and I&nbsp;told the family&nbsp;we had an announcement to make<br />
<span style="color: #ff00ff"><br />
Hey kids, we have some news!<br />
and<br />
&nbsp;who can guess what it is?<br />
here is a little hint...<br />
&nbsp;<br />
</span><br />
&quot;ok is everybody ready?&quot;<br />
<br />
they were all perched at the edge of their seats<br />
</span><span style="font-size: large"><br />
&quot;Sam is not going to be the baby anymore!&quot;</span><br />
</span><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS"><br />
With that, J.R., her older brother jumped up and said, <br />
in his wide eyed way</span></span><span><br />
</span><span style="font-size: xx-large">&quot;Are we going to sell her!&quot;</span><br />
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