<?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-28665922</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:31:45.134-08:00</updated><category term='Children Parents'/><category term='Terry Lynn Fulkman'/><category term='PS3'/><category term='American Idol season 7'/><category term='DJ Slim'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Playstation 3'/><category term='vote'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Reverend Wright'/><category term='Navy'/><category term='hero'/><category term='1989 nissan sentra'/><category term='Leftovers'/><category term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>Eye..............................See You!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-145856925613345853</id><published>2009-12-25T07:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T07:34:57.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-145856925613345853?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/145856925613345853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=145856925613345853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/145856925613345853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/145856925613345853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-7734619313726140908</id><published>2009-04-17T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:33:06.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>Oh Wow, I am now a twitterer LOL..This might be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-7734619313726140908?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/7734619313726140908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=7734619313726140908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7734619313726140908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7734619313726140908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2009/04/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-7773220523791726198</id><published>2009-04-16T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:35:28.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>Has it really been so long? I haven't blogged in about 5 months. Shame on me! One of these days I really will do a real blog effort&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-7773220523791726198?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/7773220523791726198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=7773220523791726198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7773220523791726198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7773220523791726198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-6976034301325731050</id><published>2008-12-14T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T07:26:12.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A1oHJR2g7Tw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A1oHJR2g7Tw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-6976034301325731050?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/6976034301325731050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=6976034301325731050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6976034301325731050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6976034301325731050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-2911610083665061186</id><published>2008-12-10T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:47.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer to Joe Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/ST_maQl4YOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3EsdOUfski4/s1600-h/Aging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/ST_maQl4YOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3EsdOUfski4/s200/Aging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278190627106349282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading Joe Cool's blog I was inspired to check on the music for some important events in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time that my Parents conceived me, the song that they were swooning to was "Some Enchanted Evening" By Perry Como.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time of my Birth the song of the day was "Mona Lisa" by Sam Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time of my Sweet Sixteen it was "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones and "Hanky Panky by Tommie James and the Shondells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time I conceived my first child it was "I'm a Believer" by the Monkees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Graduated from High School, The song of the day was "Mrs. Robinson" by Simon and Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon turning 21 the song was "Indian Reservation" by the Raiders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the coming of my Divorce it was "Black Velvet" by Alannah Myles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun Jose! Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-2911610083665061186?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/2911610083665061186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=2911610083665061186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/2911610083665061186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/2911610083665061186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/12/answer-to-joe-cool.html' title='Answer to Joe Cool'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/ST_maQl4YOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3EsdOUfski4/s72-c/Aging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-4570920183539373248</id><published>2008-11-24T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:08:38.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SSq1R867YcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d1YfXoBq3tM/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SSq1R867YcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d1YfXoBq3tM/s200/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272225633806279106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(16, 16, 255); border-width: medium medium medium 1pt; padding: 0in 0in 0in 3pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 2.5pt;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:DomCasual BT;font-size:7;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'DomCasual BT';font-size:48;color:maroon;"   &gt;Happy  Thanksgiving!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:48;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;May  your stuffing be tasty. May your turkey be plump.&lt;br /&gt;May your potatoes ' n gravy  have nary a lump.&lt;br /&gt;May your yams be delicious. May your pies take the  prize.&lt;br /&gt;May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs.&lt;br /&gt;MAY YOU ALL  HAVE A BLESSED THANKSGIVING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-4570920183539373248?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/4570920183539373248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=4570920183539373248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4570920183539373248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4570920183539373248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving-may-your-stuffing-be.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SSq1R867YcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d1YfXoBq3tM/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-9052172178754129899</id><published>2008-10-10T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:43:44.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Older Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;As I grow in age, I value women over 50 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman over 50 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, 'What are you thinking?' She doesn't care what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a woman over 50 doesn't want to watch the game, or the race she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it's usually more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women over 50 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 50 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk, if you are acting like one. You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we praise women over 50 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 50, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those men who say, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?', here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I laughed myself silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-9052172178754129899?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/9052172178754129899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=9052172178754129899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/9052172178754129899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/9052172178754129899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/10/older-women.html' title='Older Women'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-6089324075487688857</id><published>2008-08-10T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:25:46.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Well</title><content type='html'>Some of the artists of the 60's are revising their hits with new lyrics to accommodate aging baby boomers:&lt;br /&gt; They include: Herman's Hermits --- Mrs. Brown, You've Got a Lovely Walker.&lt;br /&gt; Ringo Starr --- I Get By With a Little Help &gt;From Depends.&lt;br /&gt; The Bee Gees --- How Can You Mend a Broken Hip?&lt;br /&gt; Bobby Darin --- Splish , Splash, I Was Havin' a Flash.&lt;br /&gt; Roberta Flack --- The First Time Ever I  Forgot Your Face.&lt;br /&gt; Johnny Nash --- I Can't See Clearly Now!&lt;br /&gt; Paul Simon --- Fifty Ways to Lose Your Liver&lt;br /&gt; The Commodores --- Once, Twice, Three Times to the Bathroom.&lt;br /&gt; Marvin Gaye --- Heard It Through the Grape Nuts.&lt;br /&gt; Procol Harem --- A Whiter Shade of Hair.&lt;br /&gt; Leo Sayer--- You Make Me Feel  Like Napping.&lt;br /&gt; The Temptations --- Papa's Got a Kidney Stone.&lt;br /&gt; Abba --- Denture Queen!&lt;br /&gt; Tony Orlando --- Knock 3 Times On The Ceiling If You Hear Me Fall.&lt;br /&gt; Helen Reddy --- I Am Woman, Hear Me Snore!&lt;br /&gt; Leslie Gore --- It's My Procedure, and I'll Cry If I Want Too!&lt;br /&gt; Willie Nelson --- On the Commode Again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-6089324075487688857?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/6089324075487688857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=6089324075487688857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6089324075487688857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6089324075487688857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-well.html' title='Oh Well'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-588419314882203926</id><published>2008-07-21T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:36:46.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to live by</title><content type='html'>Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the morning, Satan shudders &amp;amp; says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh shit....she's awake!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-588419314882203926?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/588419314882203926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=588419314882203926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/588419314882203926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/588419314882203926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/07/words-to-live-by.html' title='Words to live by'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-3383651636978818815</id><published>2008-07-21T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:34:26.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh so True</title><content type='html'>After being interviewed by the school administration, the teaching prospect said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let me see if I've got this right:  You want me to go into that room with all those kids, correct their disruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse, monitor their dress habits, censor their T-shirt messages, and instill in them a love for learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to check their backpacks for weapons, wage war on drugs and sexually- transmitted diseases, and raise their sense of self-esteem and personal pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to teach them patriotism, good citizenship, sportsmanship, fair play, how to register to vote, balance a checkbook, and apply for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to check their heads for lice, recognize signs of anti-social behavior, and make sure that they all pass the state exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to provide them with an equal education regardless of their handicaps and communicate regularly with their parents by letter, telephone, newsletter, and report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to do all this with a piece of chalk, a blackboard, a bulletin board, a few books, a big smile, and a starting salary that qualifies me for food stamps.You want me to do all this, and then you tell me...I CAN'T PRAY???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but this is so True&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-3383651636978818815?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/3383651636978818815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=3383651636978818815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/3383651636978818815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/3383651636978818815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-so-true.html' title='Oh so True'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-8055839109003704701</id><published>2008-07-15T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:24:44.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Block</title><content type='html'>Dang, I am having Blogger Block. This is sorry! Boring life with nothing to blog about. Crap!  Well, tomorrow is my Birthday. Just another year older,,,bummer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-8055839109003704701?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/8055839109003704701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=8055839109003704701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/8055839109003704701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/8055839109003704701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/07/block.html' title='Block'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-6910723734154258736</id><published>2008-06-08T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:33.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I have never told you this, but I miss you!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SEwtB-v5GaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LtxkBxuejtw/s1600-h/17963_3_20_2006_9_11_37_PM366_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209588381007813026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SEwtB-v5GaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LtxkBxuejtw/s200/17963_3_20_2006_9_11_37_PM366_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-6910723734154258736?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/6910723734154258736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=6910723734154258736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6910723734154258736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6910723734154258736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/06/maybe-i-have-never-told-you-this-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SEwtB-v5GaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LtxkBxuejtw/s72-c/17963_3_20_2006_9_11_37_PM366_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-6702532365172676268</id><published>2008-06-02T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:34.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mountains at Calico Ghost Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SESu57kD0JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9E-G0NW0M8A/s1600-h/calico11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207479379411849362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SESu57kD0JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9E-G0NW0M8A/s200/calico11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SESvRbkD0LI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EylU1e_Vo9c/s1600-h/PB030977.jpg"&gt;Just a few pictures of what I see every morning&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207479985002238146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SESvdLkD0MI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cvYhTevjQ3E/s200/signonthemts2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207479783138775218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SESvRbkD0LI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EylU1e_Vo9c/s200/PB030977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SESvFbkD0KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/j3exje2sADM/s1600-h/PB030977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207479576980344994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SESvFbkD0KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/j3exje2sADM/s200/PB030977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SESuSLkD0HI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bNXVBUjPnJo/s1600-h/PB030975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207478696512049266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SESuSLkD0HI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bNXVBUjPnJo/s200/PB030975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207478859720806530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="140" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SESubrkD0II/AAAAAAAAAJE/yeXAt2j4Wto/s200/drylakebed2.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-6702532365172676268?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/6702532365172676268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=6702532365172676268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6702532365172676268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6702532365172676268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/06/mountains-at-calico-ghost-town.html' title='The Mountains at Calico Ghost Town'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SESu57kD0JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9E-G0NW0M8A/s72-c/calico11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-589701472243667926</id><published>2008-05-27T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:34.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The price of gas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A sign of things to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SDwm3LkD0GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/caGz7qj6mgg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205077998772146274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SDwm3LkD0GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/caGz7qj6mgg/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-589701472243667926?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/589701472243667926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=589701472243667926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/589701472243667926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/589701472243667926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/05/price-of-gas.html' title='The price of gas'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SDwm3LkD0GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/caGz7qj6mgg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-7125894697409556119</id><published>2008-04-27T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:34.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Billion Thoughts to Ponder</title><content type='html'>I finally found an error that fits me perfectly&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SBUcU69S8oI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JRqHe92Hl8A/s1600-h/untitled+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194088890991047298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SBUcU69S8oI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JRqHe92Hl8A/s200/untitled+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-7125894697409556119?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/7125894697409556119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=7125894697409556119&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7125894697409556119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7125894697409556119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/04/billion-thoughts-to-ponder.html' title='A Billion Thoughts to Ponder'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SBUcU69S8oI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JRqHe92Hl8A/s72-c/untitled+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-1909047891659365732</id><published>2008-04-21T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:34.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SAzK59j8T2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/fcl-8WwHsG0/s1600-h/thumbnailCASPF9AW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191747567578009442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SAzK59j8T2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/fcl-8WwHsG0/s200/thumbnailCASPF9AW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Adam Got Eve -- Priceless!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adam was hanging around the garden of Eden feeling very lonely.So, God asked him, 'What's wrong with you?' Adam said he didn't have anyone to talk to. God said that He was going to make Adam a companion And that it would be a woman. He said, 'This pretty lady will gather food for you, she will cook for you, And when you discover clothing, she will wash it for you. She will always agree with every decision you make and she will not nag you, And will always be the first to admit she was wrong when you've had a disagreement. She will praise you! She will bear your children. And never ask you to get up in the middle of the night to take care of them. 'She will NEVER have a headache and will freely give you love and passion whenever you need it.' Adam asked God, 'What will a woman like this cost?' God replied, 'An arm and a leg.' Then Adam asked, 'What can I get for a rib?' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course the rest is history............!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-1909047891659365732?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/1909047891659365732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=1909047891659365732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/1909047891659365732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/1909047891659365732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-little-funny.html' title='Just a little funny'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/SAzK59j8T2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/fcl-8WwHsG0/s72-c/thumbnailCASPF9AW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-6730763923089002860</id><published>2008-04-02T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:06:17.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Driller</title><content type='html'>I found this exercise from Driller's blog and thought I would give it a try, Thanks Driller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a direction I’d be...West, next to the Ocean&lt;br /&gt;If I were furniture I’d be… Rocking Chair&lt;br /&gt;If I were a liquid I’d be…Rain Drops&lt;br /&gt;IF I were a sin I’d be…Gluttony, always wanting more&lt;br /&gt;If I were a gem/stone I’d be…unpolished diamond&lt;br /&gt;If I were a metal I’d be…Iron, strong but getting rusty&lt;br /&gt;If I were a tree I’d be…Willow, strong enough to bend&lt;br /&gt;If I were a fruit I’d be… A banana&lt;br /&gt;If I were a flower I’d be…Cherry Blossom&lt;br /&gt;If I were weather I’d be…soft lite mist&lt;br /&gt;If I were a music instrument I’d be…a flute&lt;br /&gt;If I were an element I’d be…H2O&lt;br /&gt;If I were a color I’d be…Blue as the Ocean&lt;br /&gt;If I were an animal I’d be…Cat&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sound I’d be…Wind Chimes&lt;br /&gt;If I were a lyric I’d be… &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If a man could be two places at one time, I'd be with you, Tomorrow and today beside you all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a music type I'd be...Beach Music 60's&lt;br /&gt;If I were a perfume/cologne I'd be...Poison&lt;br /&gt;If I were a feeling I’d be…energetic&lt;br /&gt;If I were a book I’d be…any funny child's book&lt;br /&gt;If I were food I’d be…Steak and Lobster&lt;br /&gt;If I were a city I’d be…New England&lt;br /&gt;If I were a taste I’d be…a Banana Split&lt;br /&gt;If I were a scent I’d be…the smell after a light rain&lt;br /&gt;If I were a word I’d be…emotional&lt;br /&gt;If I were a verb I’d be…singing&lt;br /&gt;If I were an object I’d be…Blanket&lt;br /&gt;If I were a piece of clothing I’d be…Jacket&lt;br /&gt;If I were a body part I’d be…eyes&lt;br /&gt;If I were an facial expression I’d be…smile&lt;br /&gt;If I were a cartoon character I’d be…road runner&lt;br /&gt;If I were a movie I’d be…The Sound of Music&lt;br /&gt;If I were a geometrical figure I’d be…Triangle&lt;br /&gt;If I were one of the 4 seasons I’d be…Fall&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sentence I’d be…John 3:16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-6730763923089002860?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/6730763923089002860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=6730763923089002860&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6730763923089002860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6730763923089002860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/04/stolen-from-driller.html' title='Stolen from Driller'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-6717536695572604857</id><published>2008-04-01T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:34.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R_JDhfVqRqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sHHWElOtP1A/s1600-h/2789990500094416329zqhZnj_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184280363683956386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R_JDhfVqRqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sHHWElOtP1A/s200/2789990500094416329zqhZnj_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another day at work,,,booo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would much rather be taking a trip to the beautiful Island of Catalina. Remember the song "26 miles across the sea"? What a beautiful Island. I love the fact that only golf carts are used as transportation and only one per household. The air is so clean there and the weather is usually just perfect. Ahh, but alas I will be at work and not at Catalina, well maybe in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-6717536695572604857?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/6717536695572604857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=6717536695572604857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6717536695572604857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6717536695572604857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-crap.html' title='Oh Crap'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R_JDhfVqRqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sHHWElOtP1A/s72-c/2789990500094416329zqhZnj_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-5591152281434429566</id><published>2008-03-26T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:35.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was emailed this, thought you might enjoy it&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R-p2Z_VqRpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kvtEmFRxS_Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182084510114268818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R-p2Z_VqRpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kvtEmFRxS_Y/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Black and White (Under age 40? You won't understand.) You could hardly see for all the snow, Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go. Pull a chair up to the TV set, 'Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread Mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning. My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember getting e. Coli. Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then. The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system. We all took gym, not PE.. And risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn In gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now. Flunking gym was not an option... Even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything. I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself. I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Oh yeah... And where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed! We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room,  followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat. We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there and then we got our butt spanked again when we got home.I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amok. To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that? We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!  How did we ever survive?  LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T- SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-5591152281434429566?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/5591152281434429566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=5591152281434429566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/5591152281434429566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/5591152281434429566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/03/black-and-white-under-age-40-you-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R-p2Z_VqRpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kvtEmFRxS_Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-4639770597746855995</id><published>2008-03-18T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:25:35.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reverend Wright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>Might go the other way</title><content type='html'>Some of the words that came out of the mouth of Obama's Reverend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote from Obama's Reverend Wright (Please remember that these are not my words)&lt;br /&gt;"It just came to me within the past few weeks, y'all, why so many folks are hating on Barack Obama. He doesn't fit the model. He ain't white, he ain't rich, and he ain't privileged. Hillary fits the mold. Europeans fit the mold, Giuliani fits the mold. Rich white men fit the mold. Hillary never had a cab whiz past her and not pick her up because her skin was the wrong colour. Hillary never had to worry about being pulled over in her car as a black man driving in the wrong… I am sick of Negroes who just do not get it. Hillary was not a black boy raised in a single parent home, Barack was. Barack knows what it means to be a black man living in a country and a culture that is controlled by rich white people. Hillary can never know that. Hillary ain't never been called a nigger. Hillary has never had her people defined as non-persons."&lt;br /&gt;• Bill Clinton "did the same thing to us that he did to Monica Lewinsky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23634881/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23634881/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama says he didn't agree the with things that his Pastor said, However he sat there week after week listening to him. I find it hard to believe that he would disagree with with his Pastor and sit there every Sunday , year after year yet still remain in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after this and other research, if Obama gets the nomination, I for one will go Republican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, concerning my "Who am I voting for Post,,,there ya go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-4639770597746855995?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/4639770597746855995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=4639770597746855995&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4639770597746855995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4639770597746855995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/03/might-go-other-way.html' title='Might go the other way'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-1847721158232946350</id><published>2008-03-14T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:29:58.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol season 7'/><title type='text'>My take on AI this season</title><content type='html'>So I haven't blogged much the last few weeks, well I have been sick. I had Bronchial Pneumonia,,what a pain in the butt it has been. I haven't been that sick in a very long time. Well on the road to good health now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much going on right now, just my same old boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my take on American Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Singers&lt;br /&gt;in order of quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke.... Beautiful voice, a little limited on song selections&lt;br /&gt;David A.... A very nice voice just needs breathing lessons&lt;br /&gt;Carly.... Beautiful voice, just nothing unusual about her voice&lt;br /&gt;Micheal.... A very nice voice, nice to look at, again nothing unusual&lt;br /&gt;Jason.... Beautiful voice, occasionally hits flat notes, beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;David C.... A nice strong voice, funny looking, nothing that stands out&lt;br /&gt;Syesha.... Beautiful girl, great voice, bad song choices, nothing stands out&lt;br /&gt;Kristy.... Very nice voice when used, hate the country yodel&lt;br /&gt;Ramiele.... Nice voice, just doesn't use it, plays it safe, not fond of life style&lt;br /&gt;Chikezie.... Nice voice when applied, don't like the screaming or the jumping around&lt;br /&gt;Amanda.... Throat singer, vocals are terrible sounds of too much alcohol and cigarettes, looks bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have my take on AI this season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-1847721158232946350?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/1847721158232946350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=1847721158232946350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/1847721158232946350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/1847721158232946350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/03/been-so-sick.html' title='My take on AI this season'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-2529407567909420155</id><published>2008-03-04T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:31:48.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>Could any Idol ever beat this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhKTYgDrAws"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhKTYgDrAws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just had to add this for your pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQ7ZmaL2480&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQ7ZmaL2480&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I give you Ann and Nancy Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxfdDrKO8uM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxfdDrKO8uM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah but Carrie, I long for the good ole Idol Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another performance that I thought was one of the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgrvDSwH7Oo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgrvDSwH7Oo&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes I took a trip down memory lane today, and ever since this song in Season 5 there (IMO) been no one better in the following seasons. The first few season were great all the way to the following link, then good talent but not great as Simon would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o79415DcXYM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o79415DcXYM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-2529407567909420155?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/2529407567909420155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=2529407567909420155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/2529407567909420155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/2529407567909420155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/03/could-any-idol-ever-beat-this.html' title='Could any Idol ever beat this?'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-7688182199767130858</id><published>2008-02-03T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T09:24:52.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl</title><content type='html'>Well, it's another Superbowl and another post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will have the house to myself, yip pee, I will clean,  I will make myself something yummy to eat. During all this I will have the Superbowl on in the back ground as I want to see the commercials. At some point I will watch "The Replacements" as this is becoming a tradition with me, my form of the Superbowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a rotten cold and all the Air Born in the world would not have stopped this one. The eyes are watery, the nose is running, the head is achy so all my plans may come to a complete stop and I might just end up with my comforter, my couch, the TV, cold pills, a glass of juice and tissues, a bowl of chicken soup (Canned of course) and Vick's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-7688182199767130858?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/7688182199767130858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=7688182199767130858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7688182199767130858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7688182199767130858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/02/superbowl.html' title='Superbowl'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-5093796981673589477</id><published>2008-01-22T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:35.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1989 nissan sentra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol season 7'/><title type='text'>My Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R5YbBKUed8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/m0LWbXicE6M/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158340129963538370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R5YbBKUed8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/m0LWbXicE6M/s200/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a POS, however it is mine and no payments make it the best car I ever had. A silly little Nissan sentra, red, and in good shape. I could have given her the name of Bessie or some silly name like that but I wanted to boost her ego and gave her the name of Speed Racer. She has been with me now for 19 years and so far the only thing to go wrong with her was a bad CV joint. She has been very good to me. I am also very good to her. She only has 79,000 miles on her and the oil is always changed just right on time or before. She is bathed and polished every week and kept clean inside. To keep insurance on her is oh so cheap she just keeps taking me where I need to go. So when I am asked when I am going to get a new car, I just say, when it costs more in repairs than what a car payment might be, then I will think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have slept in her, changed diapers in her, picked up grand kids from school, cried in her, laughed in her, carried musical instruments, heck she has even carried 2 cats, 3 dogs and 2 snakes, all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was first bought in Barstow, Ca. She then moved to Arkansas, after that she lived in Idaho, Nevada, then in Arizona, back to California, then back to Nevada and she has come full circle and we are back to Barstow, Ca. Our next stop (hopefully) will be closer to the pacific ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect that she will continue to do everything I ask of her for a few more years. Gee, in 6 more years she could go to the car show as a classic car instead of just carrying me to see the classic cars. When I was in Las Vegas she would get a note under her wiper by some passer by, asking if I would like to sell her along with a phone number. It worried me that so many people would want her, so I bought a brake club just to keep her safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I ask of her to please keep my son safe as he makes a trip to Las Vegas in her, to take care of unfinished business and bring both of them home safe to me. Go Speed Racer Go Speed Racer Go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-5093796981673589477?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/5093796981673589477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=5093796981673589477&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/5093796981673589477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/5093796981673589477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-car.html' title='My Car'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R5YbBKUed8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/m0LWbXicE6M/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-4339865035551492241</id><published>2008-01-17T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T17:38:15.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for ??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I was asked "Who are you going to vote for? Wow, it is something that I have been thinking about. At this point it would be best to say who I am not voting for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1  I will not for for anyone who tell lies about the others  who are running.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2  I will not vote for someone that promises to set woman back 50 years or so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3  I will not vote for someone who talks about being religious just to get votes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4  I will not vote for someone who thinks the economy is just fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5  I will not vote for someone who would like to continue the Iraq war&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6  I will not vote for someone who thinks health care is just fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7  I am pretty sure I will not vote for a republican&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8  I will not vote for McCain, didn't like him then, still don't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9  I will not vote for someone with no experience, running a state is their Claim to fame.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who am I voting for? You guess!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-4339865035551492241?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/4339865035551492241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=4339865035551492241&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4339865035551492241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4339865035551492241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/01/vote-for.html' title='Vote for ??????'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-4242415856002559997</id><published>2008-01-16T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:36.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;American Idol Season 7 is here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R44usaUed7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kmkT7cRwKPE/s1600-h/thumb_0115203449_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156109963900123058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="146" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R44usaUed7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kmkT7cRwKPE/s200/thumb_0115203449_13.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Simon need a bra or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on over to Slim's Place Idolbloglive and join in the fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R44usaUed7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kmkT7cRwKPE/s1600-h/thumb_0115203449_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-4242415856002559997?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/4242415856002559997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=4242415856002559997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4242415856002559997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4242415856002559997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/01/american-idol-season-7-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R44usaUed7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kmkT7cRwKPE/s72-c/thumb_0115203449_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-4536693294313081819</id><published>2008-01-10T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:56:51.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Boys</title><content type='html'>A little pair of Jeans with a hole in the knee.&lt;br /&gt;Green fruit that was picked from my favorite tree.&lt;br /&gt;My coffee table that sports a dent.&lt;br /&gt;Little cowboy saying "which way did they went?"&lt;br /&gt;A mason jar made a home for a bee.&lt;br /&gt;While in the house, opened and was soon set free.&lt;br /&gt;My little boys now into their teens.&lt;br /&gt;Mom we need more money for designer Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this a few years ago, when my three sons were in their teens and I was feeling melancholy because they were growing up so fast. Gee, now I need to write something about grandchildren because they are growing up too fast. By the way, they are just getting older, not me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-4536693294313081819?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/4536693294313081819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=4536693294313081819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4536693294313081819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4536693294313081819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-pair-of-jeans-with-hole-in-knee.html' title='My little Boys'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-1060440273658143532</id><published>2008-01-08T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:36.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ Slim'/><title type='text'>1 Week to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R4OOOqUed6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/PcVDZwCwbko/s1600-h/header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153118781171464098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px" height="58" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R4OOOqUed6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/PcVDZwCwbko/s200/header.jpg" width="648" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need all the up to date info on American Idol, want to join a great group of people to discuss your favorite for the season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this is the place to be &lt;a href="http://slimtainment.com/idolblog/"&gt;http://slimtainment.com/idolblog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered this blog a few years ago, and have enjoyed it ever since. The blog is DJ Slim's and he keeps it up and running and very interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first you have to register for a free account and then you can choose a picture for your avatar by clicking a link that will show up under the box that you leave comments in. If you need help let us know&lt;br /&gt;Register - &lt;a href="http://www.slimtainment.com/id.....gister.php" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.slimtainment.com/id.....gister.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am an American Idol junkie. I enjoy every part of it. Not too wild about the auditions, hours and hours of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come and join us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-1060440273658143532?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/1060440273658143532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=1060440273658143532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/1060440273658143532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/1060440273658143532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-week-to-go.html' title='1 Week to go'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R4OOOqUed6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/PcVDZwCwbko/s72-c/header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-6495978751809495699</id><published>2008-01-03T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:36.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R30TsqUed5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/N4gRfUH0aT0/s1600-h/road_trip_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151295206777059218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R30TsqUed5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/N4gRfUH0aT0/s200/road_trip_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This tank sits about 2 blocks from my home at a park. Barstow is a military type town. With out the Marine Corp Logistic Base and Ft. Irwin, Barstow would dry up and blow away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids and I went over to the tank so they could crawl all over it.  They had fun, I was in ahhh over how powerful this thing looks. Directly behind the tank is the fire station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barstow is such a dirty little city. I spent 14 years trying to get out of this area and here I am again stuck right back in it. I will be glad when the next chapter in life comes and I can get just a little closer to the ocean. Ahhh, the ocean. It is only 2 hours away, I would like it to be in my front yard. Open the door and there it is. The sounds of the ocean and seagulls are so inviting, so calming. The smell of the salt air is so wonderful.  OK OK I am done dreaming, back to the tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This tank has been sitting here for many years, I wonder how many children have crawled on it? Did it ever operate in a war? Hummmm! I think I will just think about the ocean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-6495978751809495699?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/6495978751809495699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=6495978751809495699&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6495978751809495699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6495978751809495699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-tank-sits-about-2-blocks-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R30TsqUed5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/N4gRfUH0aT0/s72-c/road_trip_007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-7422503118355090522</id><published>2008-01-01T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:36.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;May 2008 be your best year. I wish for you everything good and hope&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R3pAgKUed4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/BaOYaDBUoRw/s1600-h/10.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150500045121812354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R3pAgKUed4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/BaOYaDBUoRw/s200/10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;all your wishes come true for this bright and shiney New Year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a date last night with Dick Clark. I was already to watch the show and the ball drop. The only thing that dropped was my eye lids. I woke up this morning to the New Year. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy New Year !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-7422503118355090522?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/7422503118355090522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=7422503118355090522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7422503118355090522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7422503118355090522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2008/01/may-2008-be-your-best-year.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R3pAgKUed4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/BaOYaDBUoRw/s72-c/10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-9145977612830888538</id><published>2007-12-20T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:37.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R2qbU6Ued3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/aTNb86cEG88/s1600-h/ts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Christmas Tree&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R2qYrKUed2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/TkMXXEuB5Gs/s1600-h/DSC00704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146093391496247138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R2qYrKUed2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/TkMXXEuB5Gs/s200/DSC00704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas to you and all who you love, may this be the best year ever. Remember what this day truly means, and you will be blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And a very Happy and Green New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-9145977612830888538?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/9145977612830888538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=9145977612830888538&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/9145977612830888538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/9145977612830888538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-to-you.html' title='Merry Christmas To You'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R2qYrKUed2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/TkMXXEuB5Gs/s72-c/DSC00704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-4702263536253355921</id><published>2007-12-19T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T07:27:28.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My next life</title><content type='html'>My next life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live my next life backwards:&lt;br /&gt;You start out dead and get that out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;Then you wake up in a nursing home feeling better every day.&lt;br /&gt;Then you get kicked out for being too healthy. Enjoy your retirement and collect your pension.&lt;br /&gt;Then when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You work 40 years until you're too young to work.&lt;br /&gt;You get ready for High School : drink alcohol, party, and you're generally promiscuous.&lt;br /&gt;Then you go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, and you have no responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Then you become a baby, and then..........&lt;br /&gt;You spend your last 9 months floating peacefully in luxury, in Spa-like conditions - central heating, room service on tap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-4702263536253355921?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/4702263536253355921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=4702263536253355921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4702263536253355921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4702263536253355921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-next-life.html' title='My next life'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-7011125392271067023</id><published>2007-12-05T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:37.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Begining to look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R1bX55T8_AI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IsfbD78w1-E/s1600-h/2081907836_1531e5ae07_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140533414327024642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R1bX55T8_AI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IsfbD78w1-E/s200/2081907836_1531e5ae07_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R1bXu5T8-_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ufjxq7RXu24/s1600-h/_christmas_animated_santa02.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140533225348463602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R1bXu5T8-_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ufjxq7RXu24/s200/_christmas_animated_santa02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got all the stuff for some christmas baking, going to start after the 20th. I can smell it now. The kid and I really like to bake the Holiday goodies, this year my little Grandson wants to help. We will see how long it will hold his interest. He is only 5 and loves video games, so I really don't think it will hold his interest long, but it sure would be fun with him too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above photo is a decoration that is put up in Barstow each year. Now mind you this is a little berg and the decoration is pretty cool for this town. I have been looking at some of the lights people are putting up in their yards, and it is really begining to look a lot like Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our tree is up and some presents have been bought, still have some more to do. Cards have been sent, all that is left is the baking and some more buying. Not much more buying as we are not rich by no means!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my favoite things for the season is the Christmas specials, the music, the family, the goodies. The family is the most important!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-7011125392271067023?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/7011125392271067023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=7011125392271067023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7011125392271067023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7011125392271067023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-got-all-stuff-for-some-christmas.html' title='Begining to look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/R1bX55T8_AI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IsfbD78w1-E/s72-c/2081907836_1531e5ae07_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-406699713994237411</id><published>2007-12-02T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:34:56.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the things</title><content type='html'>Thought one:&lt;br /&gt;The things I would like write about, so many, but when you put your innermost thoughts down anyone can read them. Do you really want that? Or do we just write about what we want people to know about us, or how we wish they would think about us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I write things on this blog I try and be careful as to what I am putting down, however, I am sure I have written enough that someone that had a mind to, could find me and figure out what a lot of my habits are. Kinda of scary if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought two:&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everything you read in other's blogs? Again, people maybe writing what they wish you to think of them. So what you are reading may be total fiction, their life as they wish it was. If you think about it, what you are reading maybe the works of a novice best selling author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought three:&lt;br /&gt;I still enjoy the find of a great blog. I do believe that I have found a few of them and you will notice them on my side bar. I believe these blogs to be honest and the true feeling of the authors. So treat yourselves and check them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-406699713994237411?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/406699713994237411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=406699713994237411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/406699713994237411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/406699713994237411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-things.html' title='Oh the things'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-3262775933052714590</id><published>2007-11-30T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:48:13.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's rainning it's pouring</title><content type='html'>It has been raining all day and I love it. Dang we need this rain, but it sure is dark. A good day for some soup and corn bread. No school today, yip pee! So I get to stay home where is is warm and enjoy the rain. Going to watch some Christmas movies and listen to music! I went and did some Christmas shopping yesterday. Got the last idog in the town of Barstow. It had to be the deluxe one that taps it foot to the music. She will love it. Got some new clothes for her too! Next is going to be a jewelry box that I will fill with costume jewelry as she is not old enough for the real stuff, but I am! Hint Hint, if my sons read this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowds have begun in the stores already, I remember as a child not seeing the Christmas decoration at the malls and on Whittier Blvd until this week or next. They have been up for about 3 weeks already. I hope I am not burnt out on Christmas by the 25th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-3262775933052714590?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/3262775933052714590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=3262775933052714590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/3262775933052714590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/3262775933052714590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-rainning-its-pouring.html' title='It&apos;s rainning it&apos;s pouring'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-7911979025232860690</id><published>2007-11-29T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:55:05.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming</title><content type='html'>Yip pee a two week vacation!!!!!! Boy do I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really getting into the Christmas mood this year. I love watching the Specials and hearing the music. It is time to open up that file I have entitled Christmas Music and start listening. Have you heard Celine Dion sing Ava Maria,,it gives me chills. Then there are the same old standards that I just love, like Felis Navidad by Jose Feliciano, or the Little Saint Nick by the Beach Boys, or John Lennon's So This is Christmas. I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am cutting this post short as I will be listening to the above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-7911979025232860690?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/7911979025232860690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=7911979025232860690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7911979025232860690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7911979025232860690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-9166437858927936464</id><published>2007-11-21T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:35:16.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Happy ThanksGiving to all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-9166437858927936464?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/9166437858927936464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=9166437858927936464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/9166437858927936464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/9166437858927936464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-3873015126438351172</id><published>2007-11-19T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:06:52.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>extra work for Christmas</title><content type='html'>This year it is for the Barstow Wal Mart. Damn people do you have to bring back for return used underwear, nasty stained clothing, broken things with no receipt and swear you just bought it. Get nasty to the employee before they ever open their mouth. Feel you have the right to insult said employee as you know if they said anything back to you they could be fired. What has happened to you people? I understand that times are hard right now with money, but it is hard for all of us, that is why we work. A smile goes a long way in getting what you want. A smile is free and opens the door for a friendly attitude back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am done ranting, but damn what happened to peace on earth good will to men? Tis the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-3873015126438351172?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/3873015126438351172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=3873015126438351172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/3873015126438351172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/3873015126438351172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/11/part-time-job-for-christmas.html' title='extra work for Christmas'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-8783839477588548555</id><published>2007-11-17T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:37.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children Parents'/><title type='text'>Where is the entitlement?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/Rz-bXNw7m9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/EJrxpFQG6XI/s1600-h/m_3af8a4aefdd0e548d014968e69db7529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133992923359845330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/Rz-bXNw7m9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/EJrxpFQG6XI/s200/m_3af8a4aefdd0e548d014968e69db7529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What gives a person the right to treat someone else badly? Is it that they think so little of them self that they must try and rip someone up just to feel better about themselves? I have found that this is more times than not, just the case. What makes them feel that the person they are ripping up really gives a flying crap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was taught by my Mother to try and treat everyone the way you would like to be treated. However, when you are they only one to be using this life lesson, it makes it hard. What the hell has happened to people, and why weren't they taught the Golden Rule? Lazy parents is mostly what I see. Parents that have all the time in the world to make these children and no time to teach them, so in turn they are not really parents, are they? You don't have to inseminate or be inseminated to be a parent. A parent is the one who teaches you right from wrong, guides you, shows you how to be a worthwhile person. So you can be someone that adds something to society, not someone who just takes from society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn people you are given such a gift when you are blessed with a child, a perfect human. You can never teach them to remain perfect but it is your job to keep them as perfect as you possibly can. This means getting off your ass and doing some work. Know where they are, know who their friends are. In other words, give a damn! If you can't do this, then don't have them. As the rest of us will end up supporting them for the rest of their life in one way or another. There is no crime in not having children and enjoying your own life. There is a crime committed when you have children and fail as a parent due to laziness. Sometimes a good parent can fail, but it was not from lack of trying. Sometimes a lazy person will produce a great kid, but that is pure luck, but for the most part this is not the case. In my opinion, this is what is wrong with society today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above rant has nothing to do with the child you see on top, he is mearly a beautiful child and my Grandson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-8783839477588548555?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/8783839477588548555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=8783839477588548555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/8783839477588548555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/8783839477588548555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-is-entitlement.html' title='Where is the entitlement?'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/Rz-bXNw7m9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/EJrxpFQG6XI/s72-c/m_3af8a4aefdd0e548d014968e69db7529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-803806491787918951</id><published>2007-11-14T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:38:49.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something stolen from Angie</title><content type='html'>Here are the rules for this little game...List one fact, word or tidbit that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your first or middle name. You can theme it to your blog or make it general. Not as good as Angie's but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T Tomboy as I was called in those younger days. I guess that is why I chose to become a firefighter in my younger days. You could always find me in my youth up a tree or surfing with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Emotional, very! It doesn't take a lot to make me cry, a sad movie or just look at me cross eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R Ready to go anywhere or do anything. I was once told "if someone told you to go to hell, you would pack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R Reliable, always have been. Steady, on time, you can count on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y Yap-per, I just love to talk, unfortunately I don't like to write, if only I loved to do both I could write a novel bigger than War and Peace. PS Y was hard to come up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-803806491787918951?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/803806491787918951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=803806491787918951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/803806491787918951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/803806491787918951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/11/something-stolen-from-angie.html' title='Something stolen from Angie'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-8205220643406105340</id><published>2007-11-12T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:47:33.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a dream that when you woke up you said "What the F was that about?" Dang I was in a place that I haven't been for years. What the heck? Nor would I ever want to be in that place again. The dream was so real that I had to think about it for a few after waking just to make sure it wasn't real.  Blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't been thinking about it or has anything popped up that would remind me of that time. That was just strange. That was the 2nd time in the past few weeks that I have had this similar dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-8205220643406105340?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/8205220643406105340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=8205220643406105340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/8205220643406105340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/8205220643406105340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/11/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-3995313857399652089</id><published>2007-11-11T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T14:35:50.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Cold</title><content type='html'>Well, I have the day off and it is so darn cold, it just 64 degrees but the wind is blowing, not just blowing it is howling. Probably around 50 to 60 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I had anything to do, but it would have been nice to have a day just to sit out on the porch with nice weather. Or to work with my container garden. Just too cold. So I am watching movies and sitting with the afghan. Not to say that that is a bad thing, it is pretty nice too. You know what? Some Hot Cocoa would be nice right about now. If only I had a maid to go get me some but I am warm under this cover and don't want to get up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-3995313857399652089?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/3995313857399652089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=3995313857399652089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/3995313857399652089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/3995313857399652089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-cold.html' title='It&apos;s Cold'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-7993954295422712293</id><published>2007-11-08T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:37.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza and other things I am sick of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RzPGP4xMXXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9luc4tWpls0/s1600-h/461542569_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130662376744181106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RzPGP4xMXXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9luc4tWpls0/s200/461542569_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Resistance in futile, you will comply, prepare to be assimilated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aha, pizza, can you get tired of it? Yes you can. I would love to afford Lobster, then I could try and get tired of it. I really don't think I could ever get tired of it, or anything Chocolate.. I am however tired of hearing about Brittney Spears. Who the crap cares? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a list of things I am sick of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breaking News&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slimy People&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grandson peeing on the toilet seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A small oil leak under my car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My puter that gives me grief every chance it gets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 bathroom and two females&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;finding more and more gray hairs in my brush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gas prices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;market prices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just the price of everything in general&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dumb people that think they are smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not living close enough to the ocean(that would take higher rent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;traffic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will add more as I think of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-7993954295422712293?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/7993954295422712293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=7993954295422712293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7993954295422712293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/7993954295422712293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/11/pizza-and-other-things-i-am-sick-of.html' title='Pizza and other things I am sick of'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RzPGP4xMXXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9luc4tWpls0/s72-c/461542569_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-6609160043976436708</id><published>2007-08-05T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:08:13.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemicals</title><content type='html'>Two New Additions Periodic Table of Elements&lt;br /&gt;Element Name: WOMANSymbol: WOAtomic Weight: Don't even go there.Physical Properties: Generally round in form. Boils at nothing and may freeze at anytime. Melts when treated properly. Very bitter if mishandled.Chemical Properties: Very active. Highly unstable. Possesses strong affinity for gold, silver, platinum and precious stones. Volatile when left alone. Able to absorb great amounts of exotic food. Turns slightly green when placed next to a shinier specimen. Usage: Highly ornamental. Extremely good catalyst for dispersion of wealth. Probably the most powerful wealth-reducing agent known.Caution: Unstable and highly explosive in inexperienced hands.&lt;br /&gt;Element Name: MANSymbol: XYAtomic Weight: 180+/- 50 lb.Physical Properties: Solid at room temperature but gets bent out of shape easily. Fairly dense and sometimes flaky. Difficult to find a pure sample. Due to rust, aging samples are unable to conduct electricity as easily as young samples. Chemical Properties: Attempts to bond with WO any chance it gets. Becomes explosive when mixed with KD (Element: Child) for prolonged periods of time.Usage: None proven. Possibly a good methane source. Some specimens are able to produce large quantities of methane on command. Caution: In the absence of WO, this element rapidly decomposes and begins to smell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-6609160043976436708?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/6609160043976436708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=6609160043976436708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6609160043976436708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/6609160043976436708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/08/chemicals.html' title='Chemicals'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-8851252164128174350</id><published>2007-07-06T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:21:23.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terry Lynn Fulkman'/><title type='text'>Do you believe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-38.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564228636472&amp;amp;site=widget-38.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=43&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=432345564228636472&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-38.slide.com/p1/432345564228636472/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;amp;tt=43&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=432345564228636472&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-38.slide.com/p2/432345564228636472/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-8851252164128174350?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/8851252164128174350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=8851252164128174350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/8851252164128174350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/8851252164128174350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-believe.html' title='Do you believe?'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-4824848407460432757</id><published>2007-06-11T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:38.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/Rm3hBNUiaeI/AAAAAAAAADw/KiQnWk0SoPI/s1600-h/newberry+cafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074959765988338146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/Rm3hBNUiaeI/AAAAAAAAADw/KiQnWk0SoPI/s200/newberry+cafe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken in Newberry Springs Ca. The cafe use to be called Newberry Springs Cafe. They made the movie Bagdad Cafe here and never changed the name of the cafe again...It was a cute movie with Jack Palance, alot of the locals were used in the movie including me, it was fun. Alot of hype in a very small town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is going to be a hot summer, it is already nasty outside. Now that it is summer I am down to just two jobs. I thought about giving up the High School VC job, but I need the money and the security of that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working on having my own business though. So far I am enjoying some free time and some me time. We are going to take a trip to Newport Beach next week. It will be nice to see the ocean again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-4824848407460432757?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/4824848407460432757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=4824848407460432757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4824848407460432757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4824848407460432757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/06/hot.html' title='Hot'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/Rm3hBNUiaeI/AAAAAAAAADw/KiQnWk0SoPI/s72-c/newberry+cafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-8149335240998082889</id><published>2007-05-22T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T12:11:33.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little poem</title><content type='html'>I wish I had the answers, I wish I had the cure.&lt;br /&gt;To make this life easier, give strength enough as to endure.&lt;br /&gt;I will say that I love you, I have from the moment that you began to live.&lt;br /&gt;I will say that I love you, you have my heart and that's all I have to give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-8149335240998082889?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/8149335240998082889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=8149335240998082889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/8149335240998082889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/8149335240998082889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-poem.html' title='a little poem'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-4489756945870607977</id><published>2007-05-14T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:38.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, God forgot about this city</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/Rkjh8XynI-I/AAAAAAAAADg/WBC7ejYrIEs/s1600-h/barstow+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064546208272819170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/Rkjh8XynI-I/AAAAAAAAADg/WBC7ejYrIEs/s200/barstow+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/Rkjhq3ynI8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/GzBzZpKDXW0/s1600-h/123.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064545907625108418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/Rkjhq3ynI8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/GzBzZpKDXW0/s200/123.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RkjhzHynI9I/AAAAAAAAADY/04_SsxQadD0/s1600-h/Barstow_38079_1_05012006_1305106753_170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064546049359029202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RkjhzHynI9I/AAAAAAAAADY/04_SsxQadD0/s200/Barstow_38079_1_05012006_1305106753_170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RkjiNnynI_I/AAAAAAAAADo/tckf51lIx3Q/s1600-h/Barstow_29369_0_03172006_2103020743_170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064546504625562610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RkjiNnynI_I/AAAAAAAAADo/tckf51lIx3Q/s200/Barstow_29369_0_03172006_2103020743_170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barstow, Ca. What a berg! Un bloody believable. I spent 19 years of my life trying to shake this town and here I am right back here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-4489756945870607977?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/4489756945870607977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=4489756945870607977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4489756945870607977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/4489756945870607977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/05/wow-god-forgot-about-this-city.html' title='Wow, God forgot about this city'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/Rkjh8XynI-I/AAAAAAAAADg/WBC7ejYrIEs/s72-c/barstow+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-2002153497281191871</id><published>2007-02-04T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:39.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RcZtYvgffPI/AAAAAAAAACw/pa1fCIYCYqM/s1600-h/untitled+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027826305842773234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RcZtYvgffPI/AAAAAAAAACw/pa1fCIYCYqM/s200/untitled+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RcZtC_gffOI/AAAAAAAAACo/l_FBMdkRhRg/s1600-h/eye.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027825932180618466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RcZtC_gffOI/AAAAAAAAACo/l_FBMdkRhRg/s320/eye.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, what can I say about SuperBowl,,,I like the commercials! I like the food! I like the company!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never got in to the sports scene much, just mostly music and my kids and their activities. I do however, get a kick out of how much some get into it. Not that I have a problem with them lovin their football. ie: screaming at the TV because just maybe a player, coach, or umpire might hear them thousands of miles away. Then there is betting a team might win, I do better at liking the color of the jerseys better, than those who have put a lot of time and though in about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do enjoy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chips and Dip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Potato Salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fried Mushrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sound of the Game while I am in the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The commercials&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes even the screaming at the TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as this is what Super Bowl is to me!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS I will be watching The Replacements with Keanu Reeves and checking out Slim's blog for the commercials&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-2002153497281191871?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/2002153497281191871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=2002153497281191871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/2002153497281191871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/2002153497281191871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/02/super-bowl.html' title='Super Bowl'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RcZtYvgffPI/AAAAAAAAACw/pa1fCIYCYqM/s72-c/untitled+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-5880457255869515233</id><published>2007-02-03T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:24:17.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to blog about, just teaching those who can't sing. Grading papers, working my butt off. We are rehearsing for a play at school and it has been taking alot of my time..I will try and blog more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-5880457255869515233?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/5880457255869515233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=5880457255869515233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/5880457255869515233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/5880457255869515233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-2890053115891970433</id><published>2007-01-10T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:40.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RaW4Oj1k8JI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uQDSS7x-hY0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018619920051925138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RaW4Oj1k8JI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uQDSS7x-hY0/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK OK I know, I haven't blogged in awhile, well this dumb old computer took a dump and it has taken a bit to get it back and running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RaW5Zz1k8KI/AAAAAAAAACY/b52WeDbWHks/s1600-h/tn_149%20%20Las%20Vegas_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018621212837081250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RaW5Zz1k8KI/AAAAAAAAACY/b52WeDbWHks/s320/tn_149%2520%2520Las%2520Vegas_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is nice to be back in Vegas, with some pitfalls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See that little white dot down there? That is me, yep me new again to Vegas. I went from sig-alerts and the PCH to Airliners in the sky and the 95, 215, and the 15. If you get directions while on the Strip and the person tells you to go down the strip, then west on DI, it simply means you will be turning left off Las Vegas Blvd onto Desert Inn Rd. If you are told we will be going through the spaghetti bowl, don't expect fast food Italian. When you hear, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Don't believe it. NBC, CBS, ABC and Fox news takes care of that. There are about 1 billion fast food places here and about the same amount of Starbucks (Yummy) You can spend anywhere between $4.95 to $495.00 for a prime rib dinner. You can also go to Lake Mead, visit Hoover Dam and have lunch at the Dam Cafe. Then go to the Dam souvenir shop and spend some more damn money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing about Vegas is that most of my Grandchildren live here and that puts me within a moments drive from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;American Idol starts next week, sure am looking forward to that, so is my class. We won't be doing anything with it until it get to the top 12. Don't want to teach them to be to critical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-2890053115891970433?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/2890053115891970433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=2890053115891970433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/2890053115891970433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/2890053115891970433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok-ok-i-know-i-havent-blogged-in-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaUf-pmyTeQ/RaW4Oj1k8JI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uQDSS7x-hY0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-5126314548101452294</id><published>2006-11-27T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:25:13.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well another day closer to Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2114/3499/1600/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2114/3499/320/nativity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yes, it is getting close to Christmas again. This year there is magic in my home. You see I have children in this house. Nothing like watching those eyes light up when they see what Santa has given them. Or having young ladies (Grand Daughters) to help with the Christmas baking. Or young men (Grand Sons) that eat that baking almost before it is out of the oven.  Right now in Vegas it is cold, about 48 degrees and very windy about 35 mph and the house is warm, the Christmas videos have begun, tonight is Santa Clause and the Three Bears.  This is where my Grand daughter Nacomi got her name. Tomorrow the Ranklin and Bass series.  Every thing is good and and we are so blessed to have one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Above is a cut out. It has 24 pieces that can be used for the Christmas count down. On the 24th is when the baby Jesus is placed.  This is what I am using for the kids this year. Santa is cool and the videos and the Tree and everything else Christmas, but they must remember that Christmas is spelled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I will get off my soap box now.  Only 50 more days until the new American Idol starts. My class rooms are so excited to be using this as a teaching aid. I explained how I did it in CA and they are really looking forward to getting their 2 cent worth in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I only have 3 more things to get and my Christmas shopping with be done.  YEAH!  Black Friday was a big PITA. So many people and so little room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-5126314548101452294?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/5126314548101452294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=5126314548101452294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/5126314548101452294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/5126314548101452294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-another-day-closer-to-christmas.html' title='Well another day closer to Christmas'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-5055490581169989710</id><published>2006-11-24T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:39:34.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Navy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leftovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PS3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playstation 3'/><title type='text'>PS3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am not sure how we did it, but we did.  We walked into Wal-Mart today and an employee was walking back to electronics with a Playstation 3, I looked at him as we were walking by and said "I want that" and he said "Well then it is you's".  $650.00 later we were walking out of Wal-Mart with a PS3 and armed security on Black Firday.  I have the happiest kid in the world. What is with that? I never have that kind of luck. From what I understood, it had been returned to the store by someone that couldn't afford it (not that I could). Now I am a hero! It is not often that you get to be a hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. Ours was quite and nice and yummy. We will be having leftovers for dinner tonight. One of the few times I really don't mind leftovers. We put out a few of the Christmas decorations after we got home, so tonight it will be yummy dinner and pie and a couple of Christmas movies. That is if I can pry her away from the PS3.  Before we got to Wal-Mart we went to the post office for stamps and to mail off the care package to my Grandson Nathan, we sent him socks, cookies, candy, a hand held game and many other things that will be useful to a corpsman in the Navy. Because he is over seas it could take up to 3 weeks for him to get it. May the Lord keep him safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-5055490581169989710?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/5055490581169989710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=5055490581169989710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/5055490581169989710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/5055490581169989710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/11/ps3.html' title='PS3'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-116347089634856292</id><published>2006-11-13T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T16:01:46.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandson Nathan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/1154211644_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/1154211644_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/912089840_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/912089840_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is My Grandson's ship The USS Eisenhower, on the right is Nathan and his wife who is also in the Navy, Christen. Nathan is now in some undissclosed area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home to us soon sweet boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-116347089634856292?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/116347089634856292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=116347089634856292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/116347089634856292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/116347089634856292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/11/grandson-nathan.html' title='Grandson Nathan'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115504993663206183</id><published>2006-08-08T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:12:16.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandchildren</title><content type='html'>Grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmas are moms with lots of frosting. ~Author Unknown////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bargain grandchildren are! I give them my loose change,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they give me a million dollars' worth of pleasure. ~Gene Perret////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmothers are just "antique" little girls. ~Author Unknown ////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;~Welsh Proverb//////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grandmother is a baby-sitter who watches the kids instead&lt;br /&gt;of the television. ~Author Unknown //////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have children, only grandchildren. ~Gore Vidal ///////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you're just&lt;br /&gt;a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric. ~Pam Brown //////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandchildren don't stay young forever, which is good because&lt;br /&gt;Pop-pops have only so many horsey rides in them. ~Gene Perret/////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window.&lt;br /&gt;~Ogden Nash ///////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma always made you feel she had been waiting to see just&lt;br /&gt;you all day and now the day was complete. ~ Marcy DeMaree///////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmas never run out of hugs or cookies. ~Author unknown //////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while, but our&lt;br /&gt;hearts forever. ~Author Unknown////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had known how wonderful it would be to have grandchildren,&lt;br /&gt;I'd have had them first. ~Lois Wyse //////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandkids believe I'm the oldest thing in the world. And after&lt;br /&gt;two or three hours with them, I believe it, too. ~Gene Perret/////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If becoming a grandmother was only a matter of choice, I should&lt;br /&gt;advise every one of you straight away to become one. There is&lt;br /&gt;no fun for old people like it! ~Hannah Whithall Smith ///////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a grand thing to be a mother of a mother - that's why the&lt;br /&gt;world calls her grandmother. ~Author Unknown ///////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandchildren are God's way of compensating us for growing&lt;br /&gt;old. ~Mary H. Waldrip ///////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not really understand something unless you can explain&lt;br /&gt;it to your grandmother. ~Proverb///////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour with your grandchildren can make you feel young again.&lt;br /&gt;Anything longer than that, and you start to age quickly. ~Gene Perret//////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best baby-sitters, of course, are the baby's grandparents. You&lt;br /&gt;feel completely comfortable entrusting your baby to them for long&lt;br /&gt;periods, which is why most grandparents flee to Florida. ~Dave Barry //////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the energy that my grandchildren have - if only for&lt;br /&gt;self-defense. ~Gene Perret ///////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother-grandchild relationships are simple. Grandmas&lt;br /&gt;are short on criticism and long on love. ~Author Unknown /////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do.&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of&lt;br /&gt;little children. ~Alex Haley ///////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother - a wonderful mother with lots of&lt;br /&gt;practice. ~Author Unknown////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grandparent is old on the outside but young on&lt;br /&gt;the inside. ~Author Unknown ///////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most powerful handclasps is that of a new&lt;br /&gt;grandbaby around the finger of a grandfather. ~Joy Hargrove/////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how grandparents seem so young once you&lt;br /&gt;become one. ~Author Unknown///////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your baby is "beautiful and perfect, never cries or fusses,&lt;br /&gt;sleeps on schedule and burps on demand, an angel all the&lt;br /&gt;time," you're the grandma. ~Teresa Bloomingdale ////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents are similar to a piece of string - handy to have&lt;br /&gt;around and easily wrapped around the fingers of their&lt;br /&gt;grandchildren. ~Author Unknown ///////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about grandparents that is so lovely? I'd like to say&lt;br /&gt;that grandparents are God's gifts to children. And if they can&lt;br /&gt;but see, hear and feel what these people have to give, they&lt;br /&gt;can mature at a fast rate. ~Bill Cosby/////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandchildren don't make a man feel old; it's the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;that he's married to a grandmother. ~G. Norman Collie///////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grandmother pretends she doesn't know who you are on Halloween///////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandchildren are our reward for not eating our own at birth~ Terry Richardson///////////&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115504993663206183?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115504993663206183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115504993663206183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115504993663206183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115504993663206183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/08/grandchildren.html' title='Grandchildren'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115280202363795182</id><published>2006-07-13T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T07:48:13.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angie</title><content type='html'>http://fickenchingers.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another blog that I find funny, warm and family fun, I hope you enjoy it as much as me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115280202363795182?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://fickenchingers.blogspot.com/' title='Angie'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115280202363795182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115280202363795182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115280202363795182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115280202363795182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/07/angie.html' title='Angie'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115276101716177045</id><published>2006-07-12T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T07:40:57.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jose</title><content type='html'>Try this blog, you will enjoy it. It is a fun blog. Many great family type things going on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joecoolsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joe Cool's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115276101716177045?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://joecoolsblog.blogspot.com/' title='Jose'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115276101716177045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115276101716177045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115276101716177045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115276101716177045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/07/jose.html' title='Jose'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115275960966873692</id><published>2006-07-12T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:00:09.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>This is another Grandson Chance.  He is a pistol.  His parents were called to the school because Chance had told his Teacher that his parents were trying to poison him..After much discussion with the principal it was discovered that Chance was talking about the green beans that he was made to eat the night before.  Oh, the stories  I could tell you about this one.  I think he will be my topic tomorrow for Thursday Thirteen.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/next%20my%20pictures%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/next%20my%20pictures%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115275960966873692?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115275960966873692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115275960966873692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115275960966873692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115275960966873692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/07/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115271512131363034</id><published>2006-07-12T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T09:52:53.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/sethy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/sethy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a face, what a little love. This child walked at 9 months old. From that point on he ran and got into most everything.  This is Seth Patrick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115271512131363034?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115271512131363034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115271512131363034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115271512131363034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115271512131363034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/07/seth.html' title='Seth'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115237110218029274</id><published>2006-07-08T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:25:56.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/nbpiershot1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/nbpiershot1-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/beachscene026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/beachscene026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening after arrival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very glad to be here. Away from the heat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115237110218029274?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115237110218029274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115237110218029274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115237110218029274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115237110218029274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-morning-friday-evening-after.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115215280938790344</id><published>2006-07-05T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:31:36.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A horrible Story</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are just watching it rain...HO-Hum..Let's start with the story of a young girl, she had so many dreams. The only one that came true is the one about children. Three boys, wow! What a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;Drugs was the killer of the first marriage, he was so handsome and had everything going for him. Over the years drugs took there toll and he became so obsessed with them that they took over his very soul. When his drugs almost killed her first son it was time to leave. Only by this point she was again, with child, another son.&lt;br /&gt;Her mother introduced one of her co-workers to this young single mother and before she knew what hit her, she was married again. Now with the third son on the way, she had no way out. You see in the seventies raising 3 sons as a single mother would have been impossible. The young woman chose to stay in a lovless relationship for the sake of her little brood. She loved them all so very much. Even though there was a father in the house he was so busy with pipe dreams and watching television that he forgot about the young woman and the three little boys that were growing up around him. This man became more and more bitter with the passing of each pipe dream. You see he expected someone to hand him his dream, he had no idea that he needed to work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young woman went to College and after a few certs., a Bacholers in Music an Associates in Fire Technology/communications and several more classes she found herself working for Barstow Fire Dept. and Barstow Police Dept. also part time for Barstow Sheriff's Dept.. It took a few jobs to raise young men. Her husband who was still sitting at home accused her of being unfaithful, her heart broke. Only one of many broken hearts this man inflicted on this woman. To list would be long and boring, to most reading this. Or maybe someday I will list them, it might be therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chapter. 2 you should know that the young woman is me several years ago. The years past and the children grew, they are at this point very productive young men. As the youngest turned 18 and left home, I also left. I started my own life as a single adult. Wow!! I didn't know that there really was life out there. I enjoyed every single moment of it. Don't get me wrong, I didn't turn into a wild child but I enjoyed life. I learned how to dance and became pretty good at it. Life had landed me in Lake Tahoe and before I knew it I was teaching dance on PBS television in Carson City, it was so much fun, but alas, all good things must come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I became a grandmother, WOW, what a joy and blessing. You would kill for your children, but you would die for your grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandchildren, God's gift to us for not eating our own at birth,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only hope for my grandchildren is that the all love themselves and are happy in what the choose for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I met a man that I thought I could be happy with, we moved in together. As time passed I began to see that he needed control of everyone in his life, myself included. By this time I was in so deep that leaving was almost impossible, until a beautiful spring day. I had notice my oldest grand daughter was crying. I went to her room to see what was wrong, before the words left my lips I knew what answer I would be hearing. This man even felt he needed to control all of her. There was only one thing that could be done and that was to report him. I did! Hard?,,,yes,,,need to be done? Oh yes. In June he will be meeting his fate in court, 14 counts of molestation on a child under the age of 14 and in NV. Nevada is death on that kind of business.&lt;br /&gt;It took everything I had not to just kill him. Things needed to be done but in the right way.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could begin to tell you the total rage I felt. The hate, discuss, horror, anger. He is the lowest of all things. He will get his, by the hand of God, who says WOE to those who hurt a child.&lt;br /&gt;I was baby-sitting at the time and had other children to protect from this fiend. Then the hard part came I had to tell my son, fortunately the pervert was already off to jail at that time.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has had time to heal and recover, but this is something that my grand daughter will carry the rest of her life, she needs to know that she is loved and that none of this was her fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all settled and raising an 12 year old Grand Daughter, I find myself teaching vocals in a So. Ca high school. I do really enjoy this much more than the Fire Dept. or the Police Dept. Teaching dance was fun and it did pay the bills, but not near as well as what I am doing now. I have to say that life is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the pervert, I didn't have to go and testifiy at his court hearing. He did the right thing for once in his life and pleaded guilty..What a guy! NOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115215280938790344?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115215280938790344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115215280938790344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115215280938790344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115215280938790344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/07/horrible-story.html' title='A horrible Story'/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115215091505686496</id><published>2006-07-05T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:55:15.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/granny.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/granny.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There are days that one just feels like this.  This is one of those days!  The brakes went out in my car $157.50...Acting Classes $75.00. A trip to the market $119.79. Gas for a 55 chevy wagon $49.00. Gas for a 89 Nissan Sentra $29.00. Clothes for the kid $278.12. Lunch for the both of us $10.79. Cat food, litter, and a cat toy $32.52.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heat, knats, flys, traffic, humidity=Bummer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The kids face=worth every bit of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Taking the lap top, kid, clothes, 55 wagon, boogie boards, more money and going to Newport for the weekend.  Last weekend was tuff. We had a community play that the kid was in. She did so well, I was impressed. An Talent agent left his card to sign her.  Maybe she will get rich and famous and support me.  Just kidding, but he is a known talent agent and we will see what he has to say..She has an appointment with him next Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, that picture is what some days feel like and this is that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115215091505686496?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115215091505686496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115215091505686496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115215091505686496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115215091505686496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-are-days-that-one-just-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115125205447224992</id><published>2006-06-25T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:51:34.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surf's Up&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/beach%20scene%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/beach%20scene%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up, we will be going back to Loma Linda after Savannah wakes up and we have breakfast. What a lovely day it was here yesterday. Very enjoyable.  Pretty good waves, yesterday.  Well, we will be heading back to heat and humidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115125205447224992?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115125205447224992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115125205447224992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115125205447224992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115125205447224992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/06/surfs-up-got-up-we-will-be-going-back.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115109124701709164</id><published>2006-06-23T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T12:42:14.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/thursdaythirteen300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 13 things about Baby (the cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cleaning the cat box,,,what a treat!&lt;br /&gt;2. Filling the bowl to she can eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.She is a cute little thing so tiny and bitty&lt;br /&gt;4.Calling out the door, here Kitty Kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Waking up with her on my chest&lt;br /&gt;6.Tonight I will wear a claw proof vest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.The way she bats and plays with her toys&lt;br /&gt;8.She is spayed, so she really hates the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.No food in the bowl, here she comes crying&lt;br /&gt;10.A cute little thing with fir flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Climbing up the couch, look how she sticks&lt;br /&gt;12.Cleans herself with a tounge and some licks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.She climbs in my lap and starts her purrs, Oh my goodness I am hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+13" rel="tag"&gt;thursday 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115109124701709164?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115109124701709164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115109124701709164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115109124701709164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115109124701709164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/06/13-things-about-baby-cat-1.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115108912028354688</id><published>2006-06-23T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:58:40.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/Kenneth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/Kenneth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my 2nd oldest Grandson Kenneth, talk about a surfer boy. Kenneth is 15. He is Madison's brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115108912028354688?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115108912028354688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115108912028354688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115108912028354688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115108912028354688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-my-2nd-oldest-grandson-kenneth.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115084603352950359</id><published>2006-06-20T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:27:13.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/100_0786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/100_0786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Madison, she is 9. She is 3 weeks younger than Nacomi. Those eyes are killer blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115084603352950359?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115084603352950359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115084603352950359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115084603352950359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115084603352950359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-madison-she-is-9.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115084577969266295</id><published>2006-06-20T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:22:59.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/100_0788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/100_0788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Savannah, she was swimming in her Uncle's pool, she is so beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115084577969266295?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115084577969266295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115084577969266295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115084577969266295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115084577969266295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-savannah-she-was-swimming-in.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115083332517795527</id><published>2006-06-20T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T15:29:37.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Seth, he is my second youngest Grandson, he walked at 10 months old.  He is such a doll, his older Brother Nathan will be stationed aboard the USS Enterprise in July. Very scarey thought with the world the way it is right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115083332517795527?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115083332517795527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115083332517795527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115083332517795527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115083332517795527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-seth-he-is-my-second-youngest.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115057076156404939</id><published>2006-06-17T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T12:00:03.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyone interested in a great American Idol Bog and forum try this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slimtainment.com/forum"&gt;http://www.slimtainment.com/forum&lt;/a&gt; It is a lot of fun Tell Slim that TLR sent you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115057076156404939?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115057076156404939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115057076156404939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115057076156404939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115057076156404939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/06/anyone-interested-in-great-american.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115055711905090843</id><published>2006-06-17T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:07:12.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh My, Just got this in from my son, they had just returned from the store and Dylan and Oscar (the dog) were very busy,,,So glad the cap is still on. But a funny picture none the less, in a sick sorta way.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/last%20drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/last%20drink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115055711905090843?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115055711905090843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115055711905090843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115055711905090843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115055711905090843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-my-just-got-this-in-from-my-son.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115055563770927236</id><published>2006-06-17T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:13:54.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/Picture%20010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/Picture%20010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Nacomi, if you look real close you will see that she made the "A" Honor Roll.  She is 9 and such a sweet child.  What a wonderful Grand-Daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115055563770927236?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115055563770927236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115055563770927236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115055563770927236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115055563770927236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-nacomi-if-you-look-real-close.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115051161992874544</id><published>2006-06-16T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:55:58.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Red Hair, what a bummer.........The things that I was called in school..Carrot Gobs, Rather be dead than red in the head. Beat like a red headed step-child. you name it. I was called it.  My son took this picture outside of his apartment, then jazzed it up a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/TLR.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115051161992874544?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115051161992874544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115051161992874544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115051161992874544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115051161992874544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/06/red-hair-what-bummer.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-115047770321910588</id><published>2006-06-16T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:09:04.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/resistance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/resistance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I missed the thursday 13 post, I will get it next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to testify next week, the creep pleded guilty. That took me off the hook and I don't have to drive to Vegas and talk about his mis-deeds yeah!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to have ribs and all the fixing's for Father's Day, that will be yummy! Of course, there will be a water fight at some point during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my train of thought as I had to go clean up messes from kids. I forgot about kid messes. There is nothing like them for making a mess that you will never get the stain out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another thing, the sound of cartoons, instead of big people TV. The whole world can be in a terrible state and cartoons just keep on playing no matter what. I have learned the complete works of the Wiggles, I can sing any of their songs by heart now. What is bad is when one of those songs stays in your head while you are out in the world and you just keep humming it everywhere you go. The worst one for me is Dorothy's Lovely Rosie Tea. I was humming this song at school one day and one of the students busted me on it. They all had a good laugh. The picture above is why I have these songs in my head:::::::: Oh yes, resistance is futile and you will comply&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-115047770321910588?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/115047770321910588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=115047770321910588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115047770321910588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/115047770321910588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-i-missed-thursday-13-post-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-114922042094568412</id><published>2006-06-01T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:38:45.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/musical%20%20TT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/musical%20%20TT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thirteen Things about Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sweating,&lt;br /&gt;2. Having your head itch because you are sweating,&lt;br /&gt;3. Wearing shorts so you don't sweat so much,&lt;br /&gt;4. Having you're hair look cruddy because your sweating,&lt;br /&gt;5. Going to bed and sweating,&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting out of the shower and sweating before you are dry.&lt;br /&gt;7. Being bit by creepy crawly things,&lt;br /&gt;8. Getting into your car and it is 290 degrees in there,&lt;br /&gt;9. The smell of skunks every night,&lt;br /&gt;10. Flys and gnats&lt;br /&gt;11. Making sure your toe nails are manicured&lt;br /&gt;12. Bathing suits (BOOOOOOOOOOOOO)&lt;br /&gt;13. BBQ's, friends, family, the 4th of July, swimming, cool evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;thursday thirteen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-114922042094568412?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/114922042094568412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=114922042094568412&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114922042094568412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114922042094568412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/06/thirteen-things-about-summer-1.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-114896061404364196</id><published>2006-05-29T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:43:34.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/flagsmileys.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/200/flagsmileys.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Memorial Day, I sure miss Savannah, I can't wait for her return. Let me see, today was just boring. Not this morning, went to the beach and took my 11 months old grandson for a walk, that was cool. He was fun today, not too fussy, in another year he will be more fun to take on walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have to work today, that was great! I needed that time off. Ahhh! time off, shouldn't complain, 1 more week and I get three months off.  Oh oh I remember my great fun today, a trip to Wal-mart, what a joy! NOT. Everybody in LA forgot their chips and dip and soda for today. That really sucked.  Reminder to myself, never, never go to Wal-mart on Memorial Day, ever, ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-114896061404364196?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/114896061404364196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=114896061404364196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114896061404364196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114896061404364196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-memorial-day-i-sure-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-114895981826237492</id><published>2006-05-29T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:31:59.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/Picture%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/Picture%20027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is what Newport Beach looked like this morning, it got sunny later in the day, but it was a great day for a walk on the beach. I do my best thinking there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-114895981826237492?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/114895981826237492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=114895981826237492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114895981826237492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114895981826237492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-this-is-what-newport-beach-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-114874631538497311</id><published>2006-05-27T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T09:11:55.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/Cat-Paw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/200/Cat-Paw.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a wonderful morning! I might have to go to Vegas in a couple weeks, but that is ok, need to pick up Savannah and visit my sons. I will enjoy that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today belongs to my cat, she needs things, off to Petco to get them. Cat food, litter, treats, and she told me not to forget her new toy. What a little PITA that little cat is. Oh well, we love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-114874631538497311?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/114874631538497311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=114874631538497311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114874631538497311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114874631538497311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-what-wonderful-morning-i-might-have.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-114870139473644116</id><published>2006-05-26T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T09:19:44.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TT%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/TT%20pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thriteen things I love about Savannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her heart, it is a beautiful heart&lt;br /&gt;2. Her smile, she lights up a room&lt;br /&gt;3. She loves to bake with me, so much fun&lt;br /&gt;4. Her eyes, that shine, when she tells a joke&lt;br /&gt;5. The way she giggles, you can't help but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;6. The way she always tries, no matter what&lt;br /&gt;7. Her beauty, that comes from inside and spilled all over her.&lt;br /&gt;8. The way she loves to be with me&lt;br /&gt;9. Her beautiful voice, that she doesn't even know she has yet.&lt;br /&gt;10. Her big feet, at 12 she wears the same size as me.&lt;br /&gt;11. The way she pets the cat, so very tenderly&lt;br /&gt;12. The wonderful way that she talks with people, so caring&lt;br /&gt;13. The fact that she is mine, I am so blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;thursday thirteen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-114870139473644116?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/114870139473644116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=114870139473644116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114870139473644116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114870139473644116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/05/thriteen-things-i-love-about-savannah.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-114867688050333030</id><published>2006-05-26T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T13:54:40.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yipppy, djslims blog is back....I am looking forward to the American Talent Contest in June. Not much to talk about today. Just another boring day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just checked out my garden,,,I have tomatos, athey are only the size of golf balls,,,but tomatos none the less.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Savannah calls everyday, she is getting so excited to be back were she belongs.  Me Too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-114867688050333030?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/114867688050333030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=114867688050333030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114867688050333030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114867688050333030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/05/yipppy-djslims-blog-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-114856473846601963</id><published>2006-05-25T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T09:15:14.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just sitting here this morning not doing anything important and it feels really good. Just 2 more weeks and school is out for the summer,,yeah!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have to pick up Mom and take her shopping, boy am I getting tired of doing this, but then I think that there will be a time when I can't do it for her and that thought makes me sad. Not ready to be an orphan yet, maybe I never will be ready for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Savannah will be here in 2 weeks, I have so many plans of things she and I can do together. One thing for sure is to get her into a singing program, also dance. Last time she was here she was singing when she didn't think anyone could hear her. She was singing Landslide. She has a lot of talent, I just need to get her to sing with her diaphram and not through her nose. That will be easy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Savannah Rose, we will go to the beach and to Disneyland we will have such a busy summer, then come September, it will be back to business. I have to find out what school you will be going to. What their programs might be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway, I must start the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-114856473846601963?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/114856473846601963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=114856473846601963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114856473846601963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114856473846601963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-sitting-here-this-morning-not.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-114856363087515610</id><published>2006-05-25T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:16:44.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Savannah and me, just a couple more weeks and she will be here forever!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/next%20my%20pictures%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/next%20my%20pictures%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-114856363087515610?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/114856363087515610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=114856363087515610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114856363087515610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114856363087515610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/05/savannah-and-me-just-couple-more-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-114852654512532256</id><published>2006-05-24T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:09:05.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/just%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/320/just%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just wanted to see how this worked&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-114852654512532256?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/114852654512532256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=114852654512532256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114852654512532256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114852654512532256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-wanted-to-see-how-this-worked.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28665922.post-114848624364149532</id><published>2006-05-24T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T08:57:23.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A bit bummed this morning, dj slim's blog went down last night, didn't get to say goodbye to those I have been chatting with for weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway this is how my class voted for the final:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Out of 42 students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Katherine 28 votes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Taylor       24 votes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hope someone will tell me if dj slim has another blog for The America Talent Show this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28665922-114848624364149532?l=tlr5150.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/feeds/114848624364149532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28665922&amp;postID=114848624364149532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114848624364149532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28665922/posts/default/114848624364149532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlr5150.blogspot.com/2006/05/bit-bummed-this-morning-dj-slims-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>TLR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3040/1600/TLR.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
