<?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-2859431787754052080</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:20:15.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Aunt Ginny</title><subtitle type='html'>OH MY ... Did I really say that out loud?!?!?!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-3024125714980406785</id><published>2009-03-01T16:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:56:08.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome March</title><content type='html'>Greet the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/March%20Snow%202009/01-03-09_085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/March%20Snow%202009/01-03-09_085.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/March%20Snow%202009/01-03-09_086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/March%20Snow%202009/01-03-09_086.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not So Sure About This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/March%20Snow%202009/01-03-09_087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/March%20Snow%202009/01-03-09_087.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving on 15th Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/March%20Snow%202009/01-03-09_090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/March%20Snow%202009/01-03-09_090.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Church (what a difference 3 hours can make)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/March%20Snow%202009/01-03-09_122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/March%20Snow%202009/01-03-09_122.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Snowman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/March%20Snow%202009/01-03-09_122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/March%20Snow%202009/01-03-09_123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-3024125714980406785?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/3024125714980406785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=3024125714980406785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/3024125714980406785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/3024125714980406785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-march.html' title='Welcome March'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/March%20Snow%202009/th_01-03-09_085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-4382490991032940398</id><published>2009-02-18T15:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:52:40.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing the Math</title><content type='html'>Somethings should be done (or not) regardless of what the math says.  Too bad my brain usually does the math anyway.  For example, one should never do the math on a pet, or the food a teenager ingests.  I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; excited about meeting my son in Mongolia and serving as his junior companion for a couple of weeks after his release date.  This is a priceless experience but some part of me just had to consider alternate uses for the money (around $2000 just for the airfare) . . . I can see why some folks think I'm no fun.  In this case I am glad that I have to sacrifice to make the trip happen; there is power in making a good choice that has significant cost.  Besides, I have certainly spent more because I allowed myself to be pressured into going along with questionable choices in the name of getting along.  Thankfully that trait is in remission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-4382490991032940398?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/4382490991032940398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=4382490991032940398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/4382490991032940398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/4382490991032940398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2009/02/doing-math.html' title='Doing the Math'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-1738844111243507614</id><published>2009-02-16T16:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:09:03.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Presents</title><content type='html'>They say it is the thought that counts... I say what were they thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action: Your spouse you birthday party the weekend before a test in a graduate class that is eating your lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reactions: Everyone makes a big fuss over the spouse for being so thoughtful.  You are thankful that everyone tanks the test and the entire class gets a do-over.  You later find out it was part of a smoke-screen to cover his extra-marital activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action: your abuser blows his brains out on your 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaction: You wonder why he couldn't have done it on your 4th which is about the time the 8 (or 9) year nightmare started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action: You give your self a headache trying to be nice to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaction:  Isn't it about time you started giving yourself the presents you want and need . . . if you don't you might keep getting the same old #^*@%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-1738844111243507614?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/1738844111243507614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=1738844111243507614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/1738844111243507614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/1738844111243507614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-presents.html' title='Birthday Presents'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-4518203022392873931</id><published>2008-11-15T16:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:23:40.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>Cute when they are asleep and cuter still when awake.  Take a &lt;a href="http://cdn1.ustream.tv/swf/4/viewer.49.swf?cid=317016"&gt;peek&lt;/a&gt;!  Oh and if you are wondering, yes they are all spoken for when they come of age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-4518203022392873931?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/4518203022392873931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=4518203022392873931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/4518203022392873931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/4518203022392873931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/11/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-7131054103214314257</id><published>2008-10-03T22:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:31:18.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a Change</title><content type='html'>Funny in a creepy can this really be happening sort of way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="339" width="425" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/27015517#27015517" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-7131054103214314257?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/7131054103214314257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=7131054103214314257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/7131054103214314257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/7131054103214314257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a Change'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-1143672251890221189</id><published>2008-10-03T19:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:38:55.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on Me</title><content type='html'>So how bad is it when a guy friend is let go from his job and your first thought is cool maybe he will move to within driving distance ...  ;-p (too bad I haven't figured out how to get the cool emoticons to work in blogger)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-1143672251890221189?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/1143672251890221189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=1143672251890221189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/1143672251890221189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/1143672251890221189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/10/testing-smilies.html' title='Shame on Me'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-7522412088441009747</id><published>2008-09-26T12:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:31:59.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She Does Math</title><content type='html'>From my friend Lynn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever you give a woman will multiply.  If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.  If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.  If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.  She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fair warning... don't give her any crap."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-7522412088441009747?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/7522412088441009747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=7522412088441009747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/7522412088441009747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/7522412088441009747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-does-math.html' title='She Does Math'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-650524389341230063</id><published>2008-09-25T21:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:26:14.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Mental Pin Ball</title><content type='html'>So the latest from Elder Byrd is that he's been singing again. &lt;blockquote&gt;Got duped into singing “Zuud Noirondoo” by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thelemons333"&gt;The Lemons &lt;/a&gt;in English class, but they have to sing “Mr. Lonely” by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-_-GGwuzIA"&gt;Akon&lt;/a&gt;. So that’ll be cool. &lt;/blockquote&gt; To my surprise my reaction to Akon's plight was amusement rather than the empathy. Let's face it, at some point in our lives many of us girls have harbored unspoken hopes that "he" will have a change of heart before it is too late. Then one day the song playing in my head morphed into &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apyB93-1FHk"&gt;"I'm so ronery"&lt;/a&gt; . . . at least now I know what I found funny. The empathy and melancholy finally came when I found an "enhanced" &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-_-GGwuzIA"&gt;Akon&lt;/a&gt; video. Maybe it is time for Ginny to realize that he wouldn't be the first guy to use his wounded heart to gain the sympathy of another rather than meet you half way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-650524389341230063?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/650524389341230063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=650524389341230063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/650524389341230063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/650524389341230063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-mental-pin-ball.html' title='On Mental Pin Ball'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-2878279986641987708</id><published>2008-09-15T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:53:14.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Election Coverage</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/msn/http%3A%2F%2Fentertainment%2Emsn%2Ecom%2Fvideo%2Fplayern%2F%3Fpid%3D2HLU%5F6evr%5F%5FHBxqGVi6GzXEVAFNFvEq0/embed/wyUOSXxioQGZEeIn9cTcyw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/msn/http%3A%2F%2Fentertainment%2Emsn%2Ecom%2Fvideo%2Fplayern%2F%3Fpid%3D2HLU%5F6evr%5F%5FHBxqGVi6GzXEVAFNFvEq0/embed/wyUOSXxioQGZEeIn9cTcyw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-2878279986641987708?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/2878279986641987708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=2878279986641987708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/2878279986641987708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/2878279986641987708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-election-coverage.html' title='More Election Coverage'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-2016842929925451928</id><published>2008-09-10T21:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:32:52.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace in the Pieces</title><content type='html'>I decided to partake in some of the after hours opportunities on campus.  I'm not sure what it says about me but my choices have been (1) a lecture on &lt;a href="http://uanews.ua.edu/anews2008/aug08/science082008.htm"&gt;viral plagues&lt;/a&gt;, (2) a discussion by &lt;a href="http://www.everydayzen.org/index.php"&gt;Norman Fischer&lt;/a&gt; on zen and the creative experience, and (3) &lt;a href="http://kennycarnes.com/video_warpeace_6mins_dialup_WMA.WMV"&gt;Pieces of War&lt;/a&gt;.  Maybe I should round out the week my attending some of the tailgating activities this weekend! One thing is certain, I won't be waiting around for someone who wants to tag along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-2016842929925451928?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/2016842929925451928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=2016842929925451928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/2016842929925451928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/2016842929925451928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/09/peace-in-pieces.html' title='Peace in the Pieces'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-2353842800492351589</id><published>2008-09-05T11:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:14:15.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ONN Campaign Coverage</title><content type='html'>Try not to blink, you might miss the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/common/assets/videoplayer/flvplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="355" flashvars="file=http://www.theonion.com/content/xml/85481/video&amp;autostart=false&amp;image=http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/OBAMA_SNOB_article.jpg&amp;bufferlength=3&amp;embedded=true&amp;title=Portrayal%20Of%20Obama%20As%20Elitist%20Hailed%20As%20Step%20Forward%20For%20African%20Americans"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/video/portrayal_of_obama_as_elitist?utm_source=embedded_video"&gt;Portrayal Of Obama As Elitist Hailed As Step Forward For African Americans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-2353842800492351589?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/2353842800492351589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=2353842800492351589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/2353842800492351589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/2353842800492351589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/09/onn-campaign-coverage.html' title='ONN Campaign Coverage'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-6398830636459883286</id><published>2008-07-08T22:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:04:19.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaches</title><content type='html'>On the way back to Tuscaloosa, I stopped and bought a basket of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGlfayMNSnE"&gt; peaches&lt;/a&gt;.  I had forgotten how much I LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.aces.edu/counties/Chilton/pages/peachfest.tmpl"&gt;Chilton County &lt;/a&gt;peaches and that song! For the record, I have never been to the peach festival, maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back when &lt;a href="http://elderbyrd.org/"&gt;Elder Byrd &lt;/a&gt;was in elementary school we would listen to alternative music anytime his dad wasn't in the car (he insisted on a more enlightened fair) and this was one of our favorites.  Since moving back to Tuscaloosa in 2005, I have realized that at some point he squishes a rotten peach and thinks of a love gone wrong (let's hope he's not a misogynist).  So if one of my peaches goes bad before I eat them all, I may just have to squish it and smile ;-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-6398830636459883286?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/6398830636459883286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=6398830636459883286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/6398830636459883286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/6398830636459883286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/07/peaches.html' title='Peaches'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-2609726941028519840</id><published>2008-04-12T17:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:02:14.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Day Fun</title><content type='html'>The plan was go to work early so I could get a parking spot before the fans arrived for the A-Day scrimmage game.  Around 11:30 I decided I should take a break from grading and make a donation to the Theta Tau Charity Raffle.  Then I thought, it was too nice of a day not to go check out the action on the Quad.  The next thing you know I am in the nosebleed section of the northwest corner of Bryant Denny Stadium and it is already half-time and I really do have over 100 exams to grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed wmode="transparent" height="180" width="600" src="http://w157.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/A Day 2008/45dc33f0.pbw"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i157.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go back to my office to find a voice mail informing me that I won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/A%20Day%202008/?action=view&amp;current=DSCF2468.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/A%20Day%202008/DSCF2468.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the plan is to see how close they are to funding the dog and if necessary put the football back on the market to raise some more money.  Why you ask?  Because it is what I require of myself (darn do-gooder gene) . . . just like getting back to grading these exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-2609726941028519840?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/2609726941028519840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=2609726941028519840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/2609726941028519840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/2609726941028519840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-fun.html' title='A-Day Fun'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/A%20Day%202008/th_DSCF2468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-3572829332676310808</id><published>2008-04-10T18:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:31:06.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>50 ODD Things About Me</title><content type='html'>Something I found on a visit to Myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you like blue cheese?&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever smoked heroin?&lt;br /&gt;No -yuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;Indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What flavor do you add to your drink at sonic?&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream (floats are yummy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, but the doctor should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What do you think of hot dogs?&lt;br /&gt;Good ones are fun occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;100 way tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Can you do push-ups?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Can you do a chin-up?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe half a regular chin up but I can do the girlie kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What's your favorite piece of jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;Not much into bling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Favorite hobby?&lt;br /&gt;Martial arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Ever been in a car wreck?&lt;br /&gt;Several – “best” one was as a passenger in a 720 barrel roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you have A.D.D.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I were younger – they called it sassy or undisciplined back in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What's one trait that you love about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;That gene that makes one run into a burning building to save people instead of running out to save oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Irene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment?&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad tonight is “Email from Mongolia” night.&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Name 3 things you bought yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Zip, nada, zilch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Name 3 drinks you regularly drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water, milk, and cranberry juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Current worry:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing major&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Current hate right now?&lt;br /&gt;Mean people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) How did you bring in the New Year?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Where would you like to go?&lt;br /&gt;to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Name three people who will complete this?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Do you own slippers?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, awesome lamb sheerling ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;a girlie brown &amp; black spandex t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?&lt;br /&gt;I like sleeping--sheets are a plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Can you whistle?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Would you be a pirate?&lt;br /&gt;Only if I can run with Jack Sparrow or Cap’n Kirk Redgrave(Pirates of the Great Salt Lake) and NEVER the sort from Hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;I hum along to whatever is rolling around in my head, but don’t sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Favorite girl's name?&lt;br /&gt;?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Favorite boy's name?&lt;br /&gt;Christopher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35)Whats in your pocket?&lt;br /&gt;Air, I don’t like carrying things in my pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;A student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Best bed sheets as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Clean ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure – either back trauma from the 720 barrel roll or a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Do you love where you live?&lt;br /&gt;Town – most of the time . . . Apartment - not so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) How many TVs do you have in your house/apartment?&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Who is your loudest friend?&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) How many dogs do you have?&lt;br /&gt;No live ones, but I believe the dead ones are waiting on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid so, how odd is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) What is your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;Scriptures (followed closely by another 100 way tie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) What is your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Favorite Sports Team?&lt;br /&gt;My nephew’s pony league baseball team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Something y’all can dance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) What were you doing 12 AM last night?&lt;br /&gt;Working at my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I awake at 5:30 (I had set the clock to sleep in until 7)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-3572829332676310808?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/3572829332676310808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=3572829332676310808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/3572829332676310808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/3572829332676310808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/04/50-odd-things-about-me.html' title='50 ODD Things About Me'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-2177344943322097363</id><published>2008-04-08T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:58:18.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Origin of Butterflies.</title><content type='html'>I will NEVER look at butterflies quite the same way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJkaKAIl_Fc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJkaKAIl_Fc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-2177344943322097363?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/2177344943322097363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=2177344943322097363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/2177344943322097363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/2177344943322097363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-origin-of-butterflies.html' title='On the Origin of Butterflies.'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-4782703792443981241</id><published>2008-04-08T21:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:00:19.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Stands Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/?action=view&amp;current=TimeStandsStill3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/TimeStandsStill3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Excuse:  This was the 'fridge calendar used so my youngest and I could have some idea where the other was.  Therefore, I haven't needed it since he reported to the MTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reality:  Complicated, but I had been so focused on his reaching that goal that I hadn't planned much beyond.  Thankfully, one was forming in the background.  Now all I have to do is bring it into the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parting Comment: It's not I haven't been doing anything.  I've taught an extra class each semester AND my tax refund was in the bank by February 19th.  This has been a nice experiment but I really do prefer a concrete plan even now that I know that almost nothing goes as planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-4782703792443981241?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/4782703792443981241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=4782703792443981241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/4782703792443981241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/4782703792443981241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-stands-still.html' title='Time Stands Still'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-8489385309344615915</id><published>2008-03-15T21:00:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:26:34.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old, New, Borrowed &amp; Blue</title><content type='html'>Spent the afternoon making new memories at &lt;a href="http://www.tannehill.org/"&gt;Tannehill State Park&lt;/a&gt;. Many of the historical aspects of the park have been updated since I first visited the park when &lt;a href="http://elderbyrd.org"&gt;my missionary&lt;/a&gt; was four. A major part of the new memories involved roaming around the Trading Days area for the first time, I forgot my camera so I guess I'll have to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R92hQ2ZZQuI/AAAAAAAAABI/CP2eXw0JoPA/s1600-h/TannehillDeer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R92hQ2ZZQuI/AAAAAAAAABI/CP2eXw0JoPA/s200/TannehillDeer.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178472457397945058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It had stormed Friday night and Saturday morning so the sky was clear and almost as blue as the tarp in the picture. However, the blue of which I speak is a sad little corner of my heart. First, I was hoping to get a glimpse of the deer. Tim informed me that someone had taken the buck's head and entered it in a trophy contest. After that a decision was made to remove the enclosure and let the deer roam. I guess the good news is that since the buck was a local legend, the moron was caught. I wish I could say that there was no sadness for either of us from sharing memories of our kids from this place with each other than with our former spouses, but at least we can take a hint from one of the T-shirt designs to &lt;strong&gt;"Put on Your Big Girl/Boy Undies and Deal with IT!"&lt;/strong&gt; Without commitment, love the feeling can never grow into love the verb. &lt;blockquote&gt;When love meets no return the result is suffering, and the greater the love the greater the suffering. There can be no greater suffering than to love purely and perfectly one who is ben upon evil and self-destruction. That was what God endured at the hand of men.&lt;br /&gt;Neal A. Maxwell, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ensign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, April 1997&lt;/blockquote&gt; At least our sadness comes no where near that of Heavenly Father.  More importantly, with commitment, love the verb can overcome all things; so there is always hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-8489385309344615915?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/8489385309344615915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=8489385309344615915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/8489385309344615915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/8489385309344615915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/03/old-new-borrowed-blue.html' title='Old, New, Borrowed &amp; Blue'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R92hQ2ZZQuI/AAAAAAAAABI/CP2eXw0JoPA/s72-c/TannehillDeer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-8121969740420382828</id><published>2008-03-14T14:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:25:52.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Cupcake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R9rQ1GZZQtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-9oDeBaocuI/s1600-h/Dangerous+Cupcake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R9rQ1GZZQtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-9oDeBaocuI/s200/Dangerous+Cupcake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177680332284576466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So would you eat a cupcake baked by a stranger?  A couple of students gave one of my colleagues a homemade chocolate cupcake.  She said she was afraid to eat it and gave it to me.  I ate it, it was yummy.  If there are no more posts you'll know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-8121969740420382828?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/8121969740420382828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=8121969740420382828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/8121969740420382828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/8121969740420382828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/03/dangerous-cupcake.html' title='Dangerous Cupcake'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R9rQ1GZZQtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-9oDeBaocuI/s72-c/Dangerous+Cupcake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-6472331668045571306</id><published>2008-03-12T22:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:54:47.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Like a Beagle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R9ilQmZZQqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OESMxJ9byjU/s1600-h/Action.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R9ilQmZZQqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OESMxJ9byjU/s320/Action.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177069476265935522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this little guy's attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-6472331668045571306?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/6472331668045571306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=6472331668045571306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/6472331668045571306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/6472331668045571306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/03/fly-like-beagle.html' title='Fly Like a Beagle'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R9ilQmZZQqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OESMxJ9byjU/s72-c/Action.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-5363515214499918621</id><published>2008-03-11T16:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:38:16.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resume Padding</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder why someone would falsify academic credentials? Then if one banks on being trusted rather than being trustworthy, I can see several short term advantages. However, the Internet has made it easy to check. For example, I ran a verification search on my graduate degrees and had the following in less than 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R9cFemZZQoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/t1Tv6rIFXco/s1600-h/GradDegrees.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R9cFemZZQoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/t1Tv6rIFXco/s320/GradDegrees.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176612319946949250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why? Paraphrasing John Candy in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cool Runnings &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-- a graduate degree is a wonderful thing, but if you're not enough without it, you'll never be enough with it -- it follows that you won't become enough by adding an illusion. Sad...sad...sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-5363515214499918621?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/5363515214499918621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=5363515214499918621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/5363515214499918621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/5363515214499918621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/03/resume-padding.html' title='Resume Padding'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R9cFemZZQoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/t1Tv6rIFXco/s72-c/GradDegrees.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-4707088191574721078</id><published>2008-03-08T16:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:01:03.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoon or Shovel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/BlackJackCherryFeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/BlackJackCherryFeast.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people eat frozen desserts in fancy stemmed crystal with petite spoons.  Where I come from the size of the bowl is only limited by the trade-off between the speed of melting and the speed of eating.  As for the utensil, the question is: Do you want a spoon or a shovel (aka soup spoon).  We had a dusting of snow this morning, so Hila and I were good to go with big bowls and shovels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering, we are eating Publix brand Black Jack Cherry Low Fat Frozen Yogurt.  It's like Ben &amp; Jerry's Cherry Garcia without the heart attack.  While researching this post I discovered that they also make a Low Fat Frozen Yogurt version of Cherry Garcia.  I've not seen it around here.  That's ok, it would have to be pretty darn good to beat the value of the Publix brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could learn not to snack when I'm watching movies but where's the fun in that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-4707088191574721078?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/4707088191574721078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=4707088191574721078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/4707088191574721078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/4707088191574721078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/03/spoon-or-shovel.html' title='Spoon or Shovel'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-3630045542536893578</id><published>2008-03-07T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:42:19.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Things</title><content type='html'>Four things about me that you may, or may not have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Four jobs I have had in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;  1. Telephone operator &lt;br /&gt;  2. Shipbuilder&lt;br /&gt;  3. Aerospace pattern maker &lt;br /&gt;  4. Engineering Instructor &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; B. Four movies I would watch over and over (within reason)&lt;br /&gt;  1. LoTR&lt;br /&gt;  2. Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;  3. Matrix &lt;br /&gt;  4. Ong-Bak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Four TV shows that I watch.  (when I get the chance)&lt;br /&gt;  1. SG-1&lt;br /&gt;  2. Myth Busters&lt;br /&gt;  3. Lost&lt;br /&gt;  4. Oprah &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;D. Four places I have been in the last year.&lt;br /&gt;  1.  Mobile, AL&lt;br /&gt;  2.  San Diego, CA&lt;br /&gt;  3.  Salt Lake City, Utah &lt;br /&gt;  4.  Atlanta, GA&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;E. Four people who email me regularly.&lt;br /&gt;  1.  Elder Byrd&lt;br /&gt;  2.  Hila&lt;br /&gt;  3.  Joey&lt;br /&gt;  4.  Lynn &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;F. Four of my favorite foods.&lt;br /&gt;  1.  Tai&lt;br /&gt;  2.  Chinese&lt;br /&gt;  3.  Mexican&lt;br /&gt;  4.  Italian&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;G. Four places I would rather be right now.&lt;br /&gt;  1.  no where else - weird but true for the moment&lt;br /&gt;  2.  &lt;br /&gt;  3.  &lt;br /&gt;  4.   &lt;br /&gt;H. Four things I look forward to in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;  1. Mother's Day Phone Call from Elder Byrd&lt;br /&gt;  2. Christmas Phone Call from Elder Byrd&lt;br /&gt;  3. more personal discipline&lt;br /&gt;  4. moving on campus ROLL TIDE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-3630045542536893578?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/3630045542536893578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=3630045542536893578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/3630045542536893578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/3630045542536893578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/03/four-things.html' title='Four Things'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-7318357322833727191</id><published>2008-02-26T21:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:33:22.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>C. S. Lewis on Marriage</title><content type='html'>Being in love is a good thing, but it is not the best thing.  There are many things below it, but there are also things above it.  You cannot make it the basis of a whole life.  It is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling.  Now no feeling can be relied on to last in its full intensity, or even to last at all.  Knowledge can last, principles can last, habits can last; but feelings come and go.  And in fact, whatever people say, the state called 'being in love' usually does not last . . . Who could bear to live in that excitement for even five years?  What would become of your work, your appetite, your sleep, your friendships?  But, of course, ceasing to be 'in love' need not mean ceasing to love.  Love in the second sense--love as distinct from 'being in love'--is not merely a feeling.  It is a deep unity, maintained by the will  and deliberately strengthened by habit; reinforced by (in Christian marriages) the grace which both partners ask, and receive, from God . . . 'Being in love' first moved them to promise fidelity: this quieter love enables them to keep the promise.  It is on this love that the engine of marriage is run: being in love was the explosion that started it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-7318357322833727191?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/7318357322833727191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=7318357322833727191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/7318357322833727191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/7318357322833727191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/02/c-s-lewis-on-marriage.html' title='C. S. Lewis on Marriage'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-773328793168628633</id><published>2008-02-22T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:40:31.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattergories Part V</title><content type='html'>va va vavooom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V is for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Athletes: Vincent Thomas Lombardi&lt;br /&gt;2. 4 letter word: Vile&lt;br /&gt;3. Street names: Valley Road&lt;br /&gt;4. Color: Violet&lt;br /&gt;5. Gifts/presents: #'s 9, 13, 16, 18, 22, voucher, voyage, Volvo, videos, villa&lt;br /&gt;6. Vehicles:  VTOL Osprey, Volvo&lt;br /&gt;7. Tropical Locations: Venezuela&lt;br /&gt;8. College Majors: Vocal Performance&lt;br /&gt;9. Dairy Product: Vla (Dutch custard pie)&lt;br /&gt;10. Things in a Souvenir Shop: Venetian glass&lt;br /&gt;11. Boy Name: Victor&lt;br /&gt;12. Girl Name: Victoria&lt;br /&gt;13. Movie Titles: V for Vendetta&lt;br /&gt;14. Beers: Victoria Bitter&lt;br /&gt;15. Occupations: Vaudevillian&lt;br /&gt;16. Flowers: Venus flytrap&lt;br /&gt;17. Celebrities: Viggo Mortesen&lt;br /&gt;18. Magazines: Vibe&lt;br /&gt;19. U.S. Cities: Vacaville California&lt;br /&gt;20. Pro Sports Teams: Vikings&lt;br /&gt;21. Alcoholic drink:  Vodka&lt;br /&gt;22. Something you wear:  Vans &lt;br /&gt;23. Food:  #9 above&lt;br /&gt;24. Something found in a bathroom:  Vase (assuming a decorated one!)  &lt;br /&gt;25. Reason for Being Late:  Vacuous &lt;br /&gt;26. Cartoon Character:  Veronica (Archies) &lt;br /&gt;27. Something You Shout:  "VICTORY!!" &lt;br /&gt;28. Animal: Vole &lt;br /&gt;29. Body part: Veins, vertebra, and ;-} &lt;br /&gt;30. Word to describe you:   Virtuous (I wish) Vicious (I fear)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-773328793168628633?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/773328793168628633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=773328793168628633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/773328793168628633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/773328793168628633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/03/scattergories-part-v.html' title='Scattergories Part V'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-4393683771844816485</id><published>2008-02-22T17:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:50:48.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Still Believe</title><content type='html'>I want to provide a logical defense; however the truth of the matter is "Because I do."  Everytime someone fails to live up to the standard, everytime despair seems to be winning the day, from the depths of my soul comes the whisper "It is true, now what will you do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-4393683771844816485?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/4393683771844816485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=4393683771844816485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/4393683771844816485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/4393683771844816485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-i-still-believe.html' title='Why I Still Believe'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-3826125112717629399</id><published>2008-02-22T17:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:46:14.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Defining Daily&lt;br /&gt;Identity Synergy&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the Void&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-3826125112717629399?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/3826125112717629399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=3826125112717629399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/3826125112717629399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/3826125112717629399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/02/classroom-haiku.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-812681949266894917</id><published>2008-02-16T20:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:29:09.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An UnValentine for my Birthday</title><content type='html'>The following are from the WONDERFUL little book &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UnValentine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story by Sam Beeson&lt;br /&gt;paintings by Jesse Draper&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R9irCWZZQrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dB3Jm4lUYz0/s1600-h/Valentine1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R9irCWZZQrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dB3Jm4lUYz0/s200/Valentine1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177075828522566322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R9irR2ZZQsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i0by2emNf2Y/s1600-h/Valentine2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R9irR2ZZQsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i0by2emNf2Y/s200/Valentine2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177076094810538690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When I want&lt;br /&gt;A box of chocolates&lt;br /&gt;I buy it . . .&lt;br /&gt;Then I eat it.&lt;br /&gt;All of it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-812681949266894917?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/812681949266894917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=812681949266894917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/812681949266894917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/812681949266894917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/02/unvalentine-for-my-birthday.html' title='An UnValentine for my Birthday'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R9irCWZZQrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dB3Jm4lUYz0/s72-c/Valentine1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-9046193820963301007</id><published>2008-02-15T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:21:58.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Normon Mailer: Engineering a Relationship</title><content type='html'>So did you know Norman Mailer studied engineering at Harvard? At 16 no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to the point, in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Man Who Studied Yoga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that engineer turned writer clearly defined a problem which has eluded this engineer for decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She is too sharp-tongued, and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she does not often give Sam what he needs most, a steady flow of uncritical encouragement to counteract the harshness with which he views himself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so maybe this engineer still isn't convinced that &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; problem has been clearly defined BUT rather &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; situation. When someone abuses my inner child, I am told that I am responsible for feelings and that I am free to choose to act rather than react. Would this not also be true for Sam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think so, but if you read the rest of the story you'll find that they both need to work on their relationship skills. As Mailer pointed out, "Unhappily it is more complicated than that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-9046193820963301007?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/9046193820963301007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=9046193820963301007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/9046193820963301007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/9046193820963301007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/02/normon-mailer-engineering-relationship.html' title='Normon Mailer: Engineering a Relationship'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-8004008949229342124</id><published>2008-01-19T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:52:13.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dejavu All Over Again</title><content type='html'>Not even enough snow to cover the grass or bother with a photo of the vehicles... boring.  Of course, when they predict a dusting I'll probably need that shovel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-8004008949229342124?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/8004008949229342124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=8004008949229342124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/8004008949229342124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/8004008949229342124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/01/dejavu-all-over-again.html' title='Dejavu All Over Again'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-2439702968015706624</id><published>2008-01-17T22:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:48:45.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Grab My Shovel</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;So maybe I should have brought one of the snow shovels when I moved back to Alabama from Indiana. "They" say it shouldn't be as bad as '93 but "they" were predicting less than 6 inches before an "historic and major winter storm affected much of the Ohio Valley from the 22nd into the 23rd of December 2004. Two bursts of heavy snow, separated by a few hours, brought over two feet of snow across several counties north of the Ohio River in southern Indiana. Interstates 64 and 65 across southern Indiana were closed for a number of hours during this storm."&amp;nbsp; I had a bad feeling so I asked DesMerin to leave the end of semester LAN party with the nerd herd. We&amp;nbsp;loaded up the&amp;nbsp;dogs in the Bronco II and headed south for Christmas just ahead of the storm.&amp;nbsp; The photo below was taken after I had shoveled the drive a week or so later when we returned.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/9352a65b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Of course, then I remembered "I'm with Stupid" . . . I can't remember if DesMerin and I listened to "Wisconsin Death Trip" on that road trip but we certainly did on many others.&amp;nbsp; So I'm listening to it now...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-2439702968015706624?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/2439702968015706624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=2439702968015706624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/2439702968015706624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/2439702968015706624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/01/should-i-grab-my-shovel.html' title='Should I Grab My Shovel'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-6257086323880171348</id><published>2008-01-07T16:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:58:48.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Myths &amp; Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;The following is "a 10-minute video originally produced for the large number of journalists visiting Salt Lake City for the 2002 Winter Olympics" which has been updated and was posted on the &lt;A href="http://newsroom.lds.org/ldsnewsroom/eng/" target=_self&gt;LDS Newsroom&lt;/A&gt; 4 January 2008 "to help counter persistent myths about the Church."  Someday I may post more, but this sums it up quite nicely.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lds.org/ldsnewsroom/media/mediaplayer.swf?media=http://broadcast.lds.org/newsroom/video/flv/12-10-2007_13_Million_Newsroom.flv&amp;type=FLV"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.lds.org/ldsnewsroom/media/mediaplayer.swf?media=http://broadcast.lds.org/newsroom/video/flv/12-10-2007_13_Million_Newsroom.flv&amp;type=FLV" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-6257086323880171348?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/6257086323880171348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=6257086323880171348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/6257086323880171348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/6257086323880171348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2008/01/myths-reality.html' title='Myths &amp; Reality'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-1577515879007830590</id><published>2007-11-18T19:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:27:14.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ME in Choir</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Did you feel that ripple in space-time?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Several months ago, I told someone that if I were released from some of my responsibilities at church I would sing in the choir (never mind that I don't sing). About a month later I was released from one thing, but didn't go to choir (after all I still had multiple callings). Today, I was released as the Single Adult representative and I knew that my bluff had been called.&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/optimistic.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe it will help if I have someone make me a recording so that my note is playing in my ear. Or maybe I will finally get myself that keyboard. When I was a kid I wanted to learn to sing, but all the singers I knew took great pleasure in tormenting me for my lack of talent. Somewhere along the way I became convinced that I should be happy with the talent I had and not covet others. Now I'm thinking it is a skill and to paraphrase DesMerin: You can learn to do anything if you want it enough to work at it for a LONG time even though you don't show natural talent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The amazing thing was that when we messed up, everyone laughed LOUDLY and then tried again. It was fun. Imagine that, Ginny &lt;strong&gt;ENJOYING&lt;/strong&gt; choir practice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I will order a copy of &lt;a href="http://www.byutv.org/beautiful/" target="_self"&gt;"Beautiful Singing is Not Just for the Chosen"&lt;/a&gt; since it is not airing on &lt;a href="http://www.byutv.org/" target="_self"&gt;BYU Television Online&lt;/a&gt; at the moment. Everytime I watch Professor Clayne Robison in action, I believe that I can to it. Maybe I'll check into those percussion and/or piano lessons while I'm at it.&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/horny.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-1577515879007830590?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/1577515879007830590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=1577515879007830590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/1577515879007830590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/1577515879007830590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2007/11/did-you-feel-that-ripple-in-space-time.html' title='ME in Choir'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-3329157915497304231</id><published>2007-11-15T18:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:29:45.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd Story 1</title><content type='html'>From one of my students:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin said to a friend "Dude check that out" and motioned to a beautiful girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the friend replied, "I'm not interested in those memory cards."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-3329157915497304231?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/3329157915497304231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=3329157915497304231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/3329157915497304231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/3329157915497304231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2007/11/nerd-story-1.html' title='Nerd Story 1'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-6058320973751364896</id><published>2007-11-09T21:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:42:30.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubba Lov'n</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=4&gt;Meet Bubba.&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/BubbaLovn.jpg"&gt;&lt;A href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t73/vtamondong/BubbaLovn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=4&gt;We had a little fling back in 2002 and now we've reconnected.&amp;nbsp; I guess there's always hope.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-6058320973751364896?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/6058320973751364896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=6058320973751364896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/6058320973751364896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/6058320973751364896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2007/11/bubba-lovn.html' title='Bubba Lov&apos;n'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859431787754052080.post-5757051977181758282</id><published>2007-04-12T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:04:40.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and Punctuation</title><content type='html'>I read the following in the YAHOO!NEWS article "Author Kurt Vonnegut dies at 84" By Cristian Salazar, Associated Press Writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When Hemingway killed himself he put a period at the end of his life; old age is more like a semicolon," Vonnegut told the AP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My father, like Hemingway, was a gun nut and was very unhappy late in life. But he was proud of not committing suicide. And I'll do the same, so as not to set a bad example for my children." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself thinking, why not go for an exclamation point by being a great example of purposeful living before going on to the next chapter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859431787754052080-5757051977181758282?l=crazyauntginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/feeds/5757051977181758282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2859431787754052080&amp;postID=5757051977181758282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/5757051977181758282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859431787754052080/posts/default/5757051977181758282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyauntginny.blogspot.com/2007/04/death-and-punctuation.html' title='Death and Punctuation'/><author><name>Virginia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4y4VkkN-cQ/R7-dCUeqLlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGHEmoId3AI/S220/Ropes1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
