<?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-4596753819816459179</id><updated>2011-12-01T22:51:40.116-06:00</updated><category term='playboy'/><category term='stolen police cars'/><category term='Lilibet'/><category term='Mr. Bean'/><category term='Queen Elizabeth'/><category term='Mr. Blackwell'/><category term='One Night at McCools'/><category term='No Greater Love'/><category term='accountability'/><category term='Hilary Swank'/><category term='Quinton Tarantino'/><category term='Reservoir Dogs'/><category term='child cop'/><category term='Peach Award'/><category term='Batman'/><category term='car jacked'/><category term='perception'/><category term='Lisa Kudrow'/><category term='The House Bunny'/><category term='prison'/><category term='funny images'/><category term='Lindsay Lohan'/><category term='Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons'/><category term='Memento'/><category term='Amanda Brynes'/><category term='Young Guns'/><category term='ZETA'/><category term='high school lunch ladies'/><category term='pets'/><category term='New Kids on the Block'/><category term='KU football'/><category term='P.S. I Love You'/><category term='Wicked Game'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='passports'/><category term='Steve Buscemi'/><category term='Matt Dillion'/><category term='Exxon Valdez'/><category term='stolen vehicle'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='Felicity Huffman'/><category term='survial mind-set'/><category term='She&apos;s the Man'/><category term='Ohio'/><category term='Atonement'/><category term='Georgia Rule'/><category term='litigation'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='You Just Keep On Believing That'/><category term='John Goodman'/><category term='Danielle Steel'/><category term='Reliving Childhood'/><category term='tax dollar waste'/><category term='Nights in Rodanthe'/><category term='SCUBA'/><category term='Harvey Keitel'/><category term='joyriding'/><category term='Muriel&apos;s Wedding'/><category term='Gerald Butler'/><category term='The Prize Winner of Defiance'/><category term='The Dark Knight'/><category term='Liv Tyler'/><category term='mini-mangino'/><category term='little boys'/><title type='text'>Disaster Den</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-4603439340415379311</id><published>2011-11-26T02:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T02:34:13.459-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accountability'/><title type='text'>Living in the Present</title><content type='html'>Maybe with the holidays season in full gear and the end of the year rapidly approaching it makes me look at my life.  Am I the person I want to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically - no.  My BMI puts me at obese.  Now looking at me obese isn't what comes to mind.  I'm well proportioned.  Yes, have it going on in the front and the back to quote Beauty Shop.  However, I'm trying to get fit.  While my dream would be to have a body similar to Cindy Crawford - she's fat, she's not overly thin, and she has curves.  This is what a woman should strive to look like - not a little boy with boobs.  However, I'm going to enjoy food, and of course, beer.  I just need to be more physically active.  This I'm working on improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally - no.  While many do think I'm smart; I realize how much I don't know.  I remember reading a long time ago that really smart people realize how much they don't know.  Yes, it does frustrate me that I would rather read and know the real reason why Demi and Ashton are getting a divorce rather than the reason why our Congress cannot put together a budget.  I need to read more classic books.  I need to know more history.  Maybe I am smart, but I want to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually - no.  I know I need work here.  I'm a cradle Catholic.  I'm disappointed in most of the changes to our mass coming up next week.  Especially the "earth peace."  Um, have we discovered life on other planets?  What if I want to wish someone Jupiter peace?  I guess since Pluto, everyone's favorite planet in my opinion has been down graded to a dwarf planet, I guess I cannot wish anyone Pluto peace.  Maybe Pluto or Jupiter peace would be better than Earth peace .  Why discriminate since this is only where we happen to live?  I think Descartes was full of air (or something else) when he was able to deny everything existed - even the computer I'm typing on, yet God existed.  The one thing that keeps my belief, no matter how bad it seems, nearly every culture believes in a power higher than themselves.  That power is usually one main God and there are smaller gods or saints below them.  These are few of my thoughts.  I know religion is a very passionate subject to many.  If anyone is reading this, and you have strong opinions, please follow your belief and walk the walk rather than just talking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally - no.  I'm struggling with my place in this world.  If you are not married and don't have children it seems like you really don't belong.  I have a tendency to push people away.  There are very few people living or dead that know the whole me.  Most people get a part or two, but not enough to piece together a whole picture.  While I can say it is because I'm not close with my family and have very few friends.  I know I'm not always the friend that I should be, but I do try.  For any relationship to be successful it takes two people.  It is about give and take and the roles must change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my answer is no to the above categories I'm not unhappy with my life.  I look at where I want to be and times I'm not quite sure how to get there.  I've often made the mistake of living too much in the past or too much in the future and neglect the present.  I'm working on this too.  Living in the present is a very challenging task.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically, I'm trying to walk more and hope the weather will cooperate.  Dr. Andrew Weill once stated walking is the best form of exercise and you don't need to do any other.  Today I was wondering how women in the pre-Civil war days stayed in shape.  I really don't see how they could get in much exercise with the hoop skirt.  What are we doing wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally, I'm reading more books.  My current challenge is to read a book about each President of the United States in other of election.  I'm trying to mix the fiction with non-fiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually,  I'm going to church and trying to put my trust in the Lord to do what he wants.  I'm finding out I'm a bit of a control freak and this is a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, I'm trying to weed out those that bring about negativity and leave those that are positive in my life.  Make others earn my trust rather than just giving it to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That are the thoughts at the top of my head.  I'm trying to live and not just go though the motions of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-4603439340415379311?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4603439340415379311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=4603439340415379311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/4603439340415379311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/4603439340415379311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2011/11/living-in-present.html' title='Living in the Present'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-1290440402392919140</id><published>2010-05-18T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T08:00:00.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>Do the shoes make the man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sorrel.humboldt.edu/~rwj1/van/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://sorrel.humboldt.edu/~rwj1/van/097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parentdish.com/2010/05/13/student-keeps-his-word-by-wearing-same-shoes-for-four-years/?icid=mainmaindl3link5http%3A%2F%2Fwww.parentdish.com%2F2010%2F05%2F13%2Fstudent-keeps-his-word-by-wearing-same-shoes-for-four-years%2F"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;this story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; and was amazed. Here is a young man that made a bet that he could have easily swept under the rug and no one would remember a thing about it. It really seems like the world has changed. No longer is “my word” and a handshake acceptable we must have a contract for our attorneys to go over – and don’t forget to read the small print!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve also become so much more judging. He said that people thought he was poor because of his shoes. I wonder what his social life was like at school – which group did he belong to? If you don’t wear the right clothes you won’t fit in. We all desperately wanted to fit in when we were in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I just read was don’t worry about getting the approval of other people because people are self focused and are wanting to get your approval of them. Is this what life is about – trying to get approval from others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college there was a guy that had dreds and walked barefoot even in snow. One day the University Daily Kansan did an article on him. He said as a youth his family went to Alaska. There he walked on the tundra barefoot and enjoyed the feeling so much that he wanted to experience the world though his feet. This goes to show there is always more to the story. Maybe the hippie guy has it right – maybe we should experience life how we want to and not give a damn what others think. Oh, yeah, he did carry a cheap pair of flip flops in his back pack when he went into places that required shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it shoes really doesn’t make the man, because both of these men are very interesting, but their shoes weren’t. Why am I in a competition with Imelda Marcos for shoes?&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/4596753819816459179-1290440402392919140?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1290440402392919140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=1290440402392919140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/1290440402392919140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/1290440402392919140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-shoes-make-man.html' title='Do the shoes make the man?'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-1537697095386733182</id><published>2008-12-29T13:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:08:49.948-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dark Knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batman'/><title type='text'>The Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zoom-in.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/dark_knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 493px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1064px" alt="" src="http://www.zoom-in.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/dark_knight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoom-in.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/dark_knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is definitely a movie to see on the big screen. I will admit I have enjoyed all the Batman movies – even with Val Kilmer and the batsuit with nipples. Before the Nolan involvement my favorite was the original one with Michael Keaton, but I will say Batman Begins is now and still my favorite. I will put The Dark Knight in between Batman Begins and Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman is my favorite superhero because he is an ordinary man without superpowers. While he is a vigilante he tries to do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are saying that Heath Ledger should receive an Oscar for his performance. I thought he did an excellent job as the Joker. He made the character his own which can be difficult when you think about Jack Nicholson’s performance. However, movies of this type are rarely nominated. I would hate for him to be nominated because of his unfortunate death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit disappointed they didn’t do more with Harvey Dent as Two-Face. But then even before they had Two-Face with the Riddler. I did like they way the ideals one holds can be thrown away under tragic circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wish that Maggie Gyllenhaal was the first Rachel Dawes or had brought back Katie Holmes. Out of the two Maggie was more believable, but Rachel was not a main character either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight is a great edition to the Batman franchise and I hope that Christopher and Jonathan Nolan stay with it. 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It is an enjoyable movie to watch, but my biggest criticism about it would be how could one weekend “save your life?” I would label myself to be the walking oxymoron of the cynical hopeless romantic. Yes, I believe “the one” exists and I even believe in the overused term of “soul mate.” I happen to believe mine is a very late bloomer or is no longer alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenery is absolutely beautiful. I would love to stay in that beach house and walk along that beach. I would also love to find a community that has those clam bakes. This is the perfect setting in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that people come into our lives for a reason. That reason may not last as long as we would like it to, but we learn something or appreciate something because of that person. In this movie you see how their lives had changed because of their meeting, and even falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find the quote from it, but in the end she tells her daughter not to settle on love. The person that you love should not make you someone that you are not and not less than what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a movie I will buy, but it was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a nice one to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-4623176381019548123?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4623176381019548123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=4623176381019548123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/4623176381019548123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/4623176381019548123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/nights-in-rodanthe.html' title='Nights in Rodanthe'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-4957585593527065006</id><published>2008-12-29T13:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:36:45.550-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons'/><title type='text'>Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/images/dyn/cover/?source=9780345442826&amp;amp;width=165"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://www.randomhouse.com/images/dyn/cover/?source=9780345442826&amp;amp;width=165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I read this book for a book club I have joined. Not to insult my book club, but I wish mine was more like this one. They were friends that helped each other out. The one I am in is almost too large and we’re not really comfortable in expressing strong opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts out in the 1960s and goes into the 1990s. There is Slip – the activist, Audrey – the curvy sexpot, Faith – the liar of her past, Kari – the widow, and Merit – the survivor of domestic abuse. While more books were read each chapter is about the person that chose a particular book – some books were discussed more than others. However, you could see these women being neighbors and even friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this book to be very hard to put down and I really enjoyed the characters and how they grew in their 30 years together as a book club. We also got to see how their children grew and became the people they are because of their mothers. I wrote down the books they had mentioned in the book to read, and I had already read some of them. I would also like to read more books by Lorna Landvik.&lt;/strong&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/4596753819816459179-4957585593527065006?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4957585593527065006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=4957585593527065006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/4957585593527065006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/4957585593527065006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/angry-housewives-eating-bon-bons.html' title='Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-262567254836753153</id><published>2008-12-29T13:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:36:30.237-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lilibet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen Elizabeth'/><title type='text'>Lilibet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/x3/x15731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 475px" alt="" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/x3/x15731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I really enjoyed this book on Queen Elizabeth II. Most biographies will make you really like a person or not like them. I walked away feeling pretty much the same about her. She is very much a traditionalist and trying to rule as her father would have, and often times this would cause her to make a decision without making a decision. One would be on not forcing Winston Churchill to resign due to health reasons, and the other involved her sister wanting to marry a divorced man. Other times is showed she has a lot of bravery – especially trying to stop a run away carriage and an assassination attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana is often referred to as the People’s Princess, and from reading this book, before she was Queen, Elizabeth, was the People’s Princess. I think the two might not have liked each other very much because there were many similarities. However, the main reason Lilibet did not open her heart to Diana is because of her actions before she married Charles. Both were age 19 when they married. Lilibet was crazy about Phillip and this (her) love is what has kept them married for so many years, and she never saw that with Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book also makes one think of alternate history. What if during World War II had Hitler succeeded in invading Great Britain, and reestablished King Edward XII (a Nazi sympathizer) to the thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From reading this book I have a much better understanding about Queen Elizabeth II and the British monarchy.&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/4596753819816459179-262567254836753153?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/262567254836753153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=262567254836753153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/262567254836753153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/262567254836753153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/lilibet.html' title='Lilibet'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-3032198330260174608</id><published>2008-12-29T13:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:36:15.576-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Greater Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danielle Steel'/><title type='text'>No Greater Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n11/n58345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 475px" alt="" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n11/n58345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Every now and then I’ve got to have a mindless read and Danielle Steele fits the bill. I had friends in high school that would only read her books. There are a few I really like and I could put No Greater Love in that category. Edwina is 20 years old and on the return portion of her engagement trip on the Titanic her parents and fiancée are unable to leave the ship. She is left to raise her siblings on her own. Mourning her fiancée she will not consider marriage to anyone until the children are grown. Phillip leaves to attend Harvard, but drops out to fit in World War I or the Great War. George is the next to go to Harvard, but leaves to go to Hollywood and make movies. George becomes a success and his younger sister Alexis dreams of becoming an actress. Not only are George and Alexis’ futures held in Hollywood, but Edwina’s also ends up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most Danielle Steele novels have similar plots this was a fun but sad read. She stayed true with the character and there was no dramatic jump which left me thinking where did this come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Danielle Steele books are: Wings, Jewels, and Mixed Blessings. I can now add No Greater Love to that list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-3032198330260174608?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3032198330260174608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=3032198330260174608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/3032198330260174608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/3032198330260174608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-greater-love.html' title='No Greater Love'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-1972986061087968223</id><published>2008-11-15T22:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:26:09.230-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.S. I Love You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa Kudrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilary Swank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gerald Butler'/><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.careforyou.com.au/Img/ps-i-love-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 510px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 755px" alt="" src="http://www.careforyou.com.au/Img/ps-i-love-you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like Chick Flicks. Not only do I like them but I love them. This one a fantastic one. Holly (Hilary Swank) and Jerry (Gerald Butler) are a married couple. The scene before the credits are them in a fight, however, by the end of the scene you see how in love they are. Her father left when she was 14 and he tells her that he will never leave. After the credits we are seeing his memorial service, Jerry died of a brain tumor. He has the memorial service that I would hope to have when I go - I don't want anything that is formal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On her 30th birthday he sends her a letter telling her there will be more to follow and she must do what the letters tell her to do. In the end he wants her to find the girl he met when she was 19 years old and traveling Ireland. She had no idea what she wanted to do with her life, but she was full of dreams. The final goal was for her to realize that while she was his life, he is only a chapter in her life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know if I will ever have a love like that, but this movie tells me that great love still does exist. I've seen a few marriages that I do hope to have one like that someday. However, I also realize what we see on the outside isn't necessairly on the inside. In many ways I do feel that i my destiny to enjoy the journey by life on my own and not with that great partner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In some ways I am reminded of the movie My Life with Michael Keaton and Nicole Kidman. However, this was to help his wife heal instead guiding an infant son to be a man. Probably because I lost my father I love the movies that reach to us beyond the grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hilary Swank did an excellent job. She usually does such serious movies and I am glad she chose this one. I have grown to like her as an individual because she still seems to be a real person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gerald Butler's Jerry is the boyfriend/husband I think most women would love to have in their lives. I've enjoyed him very much in Phantom of the Opera. I haven't seen a lot of his work but I have enjoyed watching him on Jay Leno and the other talk shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lisa Kudrow's character was great. She gave me some great ideas for meeting guys. Are you single? Are you gay? Are you working? Then kiss them - and either stay or walk off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;James Blunt's the Same Mistake is a great song for the movie too. How many times if would we make the same mistakes knowing how it would turn ouut and end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-1972986061087968223?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1972986061087968223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=1972986061087968223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/1972986061087968223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/1972986061087968223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I Love You'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-6332837685821858824</id><published>2008-11-15T22:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:27:54.337-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little boys'/><title type='text'>Why I Love Little Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-hMZtE3YI/AAAAAAAAAF0/okY_svaPYfU/s1600-h/boy13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269107323477220738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-hMZtE3YI/AAAAAAAAAF0/okY_svaPYfU/s400/boy13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-hMPXUUSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1beGUoOWRPc/s1600-h/boy12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269107320701604130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-hMPXUUSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1beGUoOWRPc/s400/boy12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;These are pictres from an email that I got. If I ever have the opportunity I would like to have a little boy. Little boys have stolen my heart - they can be so onery and are so curious about the world. There has been a little girl that has stolen my heart as well, and her mother has already promised over 10 years in advance that I will get to go prom dress shopping and be a part of her life. Little girls are harder for me to connect with...but a little boy all I have to do is flip him upside down and we are friends for life. Now if only it would work on the boys my age, but then I don't think I would want one that I can flip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/4596753819816459179-6332837685821858824?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6332837685821858824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=6332837685821858824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/6332837685821858824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/6332837685821858824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-i-love-little-boys_7656.html' title='Why I Love Little Boys'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-hMZtE3YI/AAAAAAAAAF0/okY_svaPYfU/s72-c/boy13.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-4864685545596602345</id><published>2008-11-15T22:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:21:13.857-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little boys'/><title type='text'>Why I Love Little Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-fgOMfRQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XwT4Xvk8r8M/s1600-h/boy11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269105464961877250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-fgOMfRQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XwT4Xvk8r8M/s400/boy11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-fgHqC-5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/qFm9WmW1e3g/s1600-h/boy10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269105463206804370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-fgHqC-5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/qFm9WmW1e3g/s400/boy10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-ff5bn9iI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2JNmU5yDOEw/s1600-h/boy9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269105459388216866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-ff5bn9iI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2JNmU5yDOEw/s400/boy9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-ff69HNyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EhPegZPwkXo/s1600-h/boy8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269105459797112610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-ff69HNyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EhPegZPwkXo/s400/boy8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-ffnHWHGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nn92zIAtGCQ/s1600-h/boy7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269105454471322722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-ffnHWHGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nn92zIAtGCQ/s400/boy7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-4864685545596602345?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4864685545596602345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=4864685545596602345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/4864685545596602345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/4864685545596602345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-i-love-little-boys_15.html' title='Why I Love Little Boys'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-fgOMfRQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XwT4Xvk8r8M/s72-c/boy11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-7046484390577878335</id><published>2008-11-15T22:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:17:20.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little boys'/><title type='text'>Why I Love Little Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-eBzbBfZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hwf0pj1prDM/s1600-h/boy5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269103842867379602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-eBzbBfZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hwf0pj1prDM/s400/boy5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-eBudlXqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mIULuaeraVE/s1600-h/boy4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269103841535942306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-eBudlXqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mIULuaeraVE/s400/boy4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-eBfKc_II/AAAAAAAAAEs/KRv3jI7hndU/s1600-h/boy3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269103837429169282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-eBfKc_II/AAAAAAAAAEs/KRv3jI7hndU/s400/boy3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-eBF1FVGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZVEa6kwoiqc/s1600-h/boy1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269103830628652130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-eBF1FVGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZVEa6kwoiqc/s400/boy1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-eA2xf42I/AAAAAAAAAEc/40A0NODMf-s/s1600-h/boy2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269103826587083618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-eA2xf42I/AAAAAAAAAEc/40A0NODMf-s/s400/boy2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Things Little Boys Have Taught Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. A king size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 2000 sq. ft. house 4 inches deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2.  If you spray hair spray on dust bunnies and run over them with roller blades, they can ignite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. A 3-year old Boy's voice is louder than 200 adults in a crowded restaurant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. If you hook a dog leash over a ceiling fan, the motor is not strong enough to rotate a 42 pound Boy wearing Batman underwear and a Superman cape. It is strong enough, however, if tied to a paint can, to spread paint on all four walls of a 20x20 ft. room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. You should not throw baseballs up! when t he ceiling fan is on . W hen using a ceiling fan as a bat, you have to throw the ball up a few times before you get a hit. A ceiling fan can hit a baseball a long way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. The glass in windows (even double-pane) doesn't stop a baseball hit by a ceiling fan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7. When you hear the toilet flush and the words 'uh oh', it's already too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8. Brake fluid mixed with Clorox makes smoke, and lots of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9. A six-year old Boy can start a fire with a flint rock even though a 36-year old Man says they can only do it in the movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10. Certain Lego's will pass through the digestive tract of a 4- year old Boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;11. Play dough and microwave should not be used in the same sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12. Super glue is forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;13. No matter how much Jell-O you put in a swimming pool you still can't walk on water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;14. Pool filters do not like Jell-O. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;15. VCR's do not eject 'PB &amp;amp; J' sandwiches even though TV commercials show they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;16. Garbage bags do no t make good parachutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;17. Marbles in gas tanks make lots of noise when driving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;18. You probably DO NOT want to know what that odor is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;19. Always look in the oven before you turn it on; plastic toys do not like ovens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;20. The fire department in Austin , TX has a 5-minute response time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;21. The spin cycle on the washing machine does not make earthworms dizzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;22. It will, however, make cats dizzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;23. Cats throw up twice their body weight when dizzy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;24. 80% of Women will pass this on to almost all of their friends, with or without kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. 80% of Men who read this will try mixing the Clorox and brake fluid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4596753819816459179-7046484390577878335?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7046484390577878335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=7046484390577878335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/7046484390577878335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/7046484390577878335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-i-love-little-boys.html' title='Why I Love Little Boys'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-eBzbBfZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hwf0pj1prDM/s72-c/boy5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-6505543713158876332</id><published>2008-11-15T21:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:03:39.446-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny images'/><title type='text'>Funny Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-a3NZzUTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P4LFsyYjG1s/s1600-h/Whoopass.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269100362328133938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-a3NZzUTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P4LFsyYjG1s/s400/Whoopass.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-a3OzqEOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8vABh693Ph0/s1600-h/nicemellons.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269100362705015010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-a3OzqEOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8vABh693Ph0/s400/nicemellons.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-a25yUyVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZkgvBLMVV4o/s1600-h/nerfball.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269100357062281554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-a25yUyVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZkgvBLMVV4o/s400/nerfball.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-a2jJiZjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dhfsPAvTJ-8/s1600-h/mooshoopork.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269100350985627186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-a2jJiZjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dhfsPAvTJ-8/s400/mooshoopork.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just thought I would share some images I got over email that I thought were funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4596753819816459179-6505543713158876332?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6505543713158876332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=6505543713158876332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/6505543713158876332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/6505543713158876332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-images.html' title='Funny Images'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SR-a3NZzUTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P4LFsyYjG1s/s72-c/Whoopass.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-7272471376925491090</id><published>2008-11-15T21:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:00:53.831-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen police cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joyriding'/><title type='text'>They've Got Bigger Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.carbuyersnotebook.com/archives/Dodge_Charger_Police.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://www.carbuyersnotebook.com/archives/Dodge_Charger_Police.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In South Carolina, Dillon police said a 13-year-old boy with an "interest in law enforcement" twice stole a police cruiser and took it out to do some patrolling. The boy's mother saw him bring the car home both times, but didn't see anything wrong with the joyrides, said a police sergeant. Police said residents called 911 to say they'd seen the boy driving a police car. He said the boy also took the cruiser the previous Sunday and drove it around before returning it to the station. No on noticed it was missing. The boy apparently watched someone enter a code to get into the department, and then used it to get in and take the keys to the cruiser, the spokesman said. (if a 13-year old lad easily stole a police car twice and no one noticed that it was missing, the town has a bigger problem than it realizes.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;complied by James L. McClinton, Ph.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4596753819816459179-7272471376925491090?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7272471376925491090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=7272471376925491090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/7272471376925491090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/7272471376925491090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-south-carolina-dillon-police-said-13.html' title='They&apos;ve Got Bigger Problems'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-51651529676030096</id><published>2008-11-15T21:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:43:50.328-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memento'/><title type='text'>Memento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.uweb.ucsb.edu/~mizuno/pics/memento2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 592px" alt="" src="http://www.uweb.ucsb.edu/~mizuno/pics/memento2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a very different movie. It is one that I will need to watch this again because it was a complicated movie. Lenny's wife was killed and he is out for revenge. However, it did remind me of the movie with Dana Carvey called Clean Slate where he lost his short term memory.  One difference is this guy does remember his past up to the point where his wife was killed.  I really don't want to say much more because I don't want to ruin the story, but also because I do want to watch it again and catch more of the details.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-51651529676030096?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/51651529676030096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=51651529676030096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/51651529676030096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/51651529676030096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/memento.html' title='Memento'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-4050536957845129480</id><published>2008-11-15T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:29:13.054-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tax dollar waste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison'/><title type='text'>What has the world come to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In order to complete a recent transfer of a prisoner from the city jail to Britain's Northampton Crown Court (located just across the street), officials had to summon the closest prison van (57 miles away) to come give him a ride.  The prisoner, an accused thief, could not simply be walked across the street because officials feared that public, custodial exposure (a "perp walk") would embarrass him and that would be in violation of his "human rights."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;complied by James L. McClinton, Ph.D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-4050536957845129480?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4050536957845129480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=4050536957845129480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/4050536957845129480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/4050536957845129480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-has-world-come-to.html' title='What has the world come to....'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-3448705383823246792</id><published>2008-11-15T17:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:57:16.342-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt Dillion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Night at McCools'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liv Tyler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Goodman'/><title type='text'>One Night at McCools</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hometheaterhifi.com/volume_9_1/images/movie-one-night-at-mccools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.hometheaterhifi.com/volume_9_1/images/movie-one-night-at-mccools.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This movie was okay.  Not a bad movie, but not a keeper.  Liv Taylor was very beautiful, and she was suppose to be even though she is heavier than normal.  Goes to show you do not have to be a size 2 to be considered  beautiful.  However, I don't understand how these guys would do anything for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The other interesting aspect to the story is that you get Liv Tyler, Matt Dillon, John Goodman, and Paul Reiser different view points.  Also there is no character in this movie that you really like and that you decide not to like as well.  They characters all have their flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What I don't really understand is how John Goodman's character say her as a "Madonna" as in the Virgin Mary not the performer.  However, she is closer in peronality to the performer than she is the virgin.  Especially after the car washing scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-3448705383823246792?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3448705383823246792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=3448705383823246792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/3448705383823246792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/3448705383823246792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-night-at-mccools.html' title='One Night at McCools'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-2331536448334251126</id><published>2008-11-15T15:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:00:58.400-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen vehicle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car jacked'/><title type='text'>Thief Gets Carjacked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A man in Salina, California, recently stole a Chevy Silverado pickup. He then stopped at a convenience store for a snack where another man hopped in with him, flashed a gun and demanded that he start driving. They had not gone very far before the truck ran out of fuel. The brilliant carjacker then ordered the original car thief to get out and push. He gladly obliged by jumping out of the cab and, then, running off. Feeling as though he was the hapless victim of a crime, he then called the cops to report that the truck he had stolen had been, in turn, carjacked from him. Being advocates of equal opportunity incarceration, police arrested them both.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;complied by James L. McClinton, Ph.D&lt;/strong&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/4596753819816459179-2331536448334251126?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2331536448334251126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=2331536448334251126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/2331536448334251126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/2331536448334251126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/thief-gets-carjacked.html' title='Thief Gets Carjacked'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-5545509206291068979</id><published>2008-11-15T12:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:37:26.392-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She&apos;s the Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda Brynes'/><title type='text'>She's the Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.movieeye.com/store/images/shes-the-man-dvd-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 544px" alt="" src="http://images.movieeye.com/store/images/shes-the-man-dvd-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is it when I was in high school there were no high school movie? Once I was in college 10 Things I Hate About You and She's All That. It looks like I live on the cusp - not exactly a Generator Xer yet not a Generation Yer either.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This was a cute movie. I do like Amanda Brynes. Her girls soccer team gets cut because they don't have enough player and they will not allow girls on the boys team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Her twin brother has to go to a new school because he was expelled for absenteeism. Needless to say he has the opportunity to go to London for the first two weeks of school and needs Viola to call in for him. She decides to be Sebastian to get on the soccer team. Needless to say she falls in love with her/Sebastian's roomate Duke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Not a movie you have to think much about which is a good thing since it was 3 AM when I put it in the DVD player. My favorite movie of hers is still What a Girl Wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&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/4596753819816459179-5545509206291068979?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5545509206291068979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=5545509206291068979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/5545509206291068979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/5545509206291068979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/shes-man.html' title='She&apos;s the Man'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-7732951373515605992</id><published>2008-11-15T00:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:18:36.473-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicity Huffman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia Rule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsay Lohan'/><title type='text'>Georgia Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.releaseinfo.net/ri/cover/new_velka/1179125953-georgia_rule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 740px" alt="" src="http://www.releaseinfo.net/ri/cover/new_velka/1179125953-georgia_rule.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I found Georgia Rule to be much better than expected. My mom had seen it and enjoyed it - otherwise I probably would have skipped this one. Why? I'm not a Lindsay Lohan fan. I just get sick of all the tabloid press on her - really who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The story centers around Rachel (Lindsay Lohan). She graduates from school in January and is free until she leaves for college in the fall - and she gets into trouble. The only thing her mom, Lilly, (Felicity Huffman) can think of is to send her to Idaho to stay with her mom, Georgia (Jane Fonda).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lindsay ends up revealing some information to her boss - the story is centered around the question - is Rachel telling the truth or is she making this information up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The unspoken question is how do life's events change us? What is a survivor? This is a movie I can watch again because it does have more than just one layer to it. Also there are times that you really like each of the leading women and times that you really don't like them - which I find to be good character development. To be able to get more than one emotion out of the audience about your character in less than 2 hours is fantastic - actually for some actors to get you to even develop an emotion about a character anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;While I'm not walking away from this movie as a Lindsay Lohan fan, however, I do realize that she has some talent. I will say the character of Rachel does make you think they have similar personalities with the way the press describes Lindsay. I just hope that she is able to grow up and actally pick roles that she can use her talent rather than just be in the tabloids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-7732951373515605992?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7732951373515605992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=7732951373515605992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/7732951373515605992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/7732951373515605992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-found-georgia-rule-to-be-much-better.html' title='Georgia Rule'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-7515683532509660265</id><published>2008-11-14T21:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:37:00.396-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reservoir Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quinton Tarantino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harvey Keitel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Buscemi'/><title type='text'>Reservoir Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://foto.spullenbank.nl/common/img/00/00/03/33/_T33372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://foto.spullenbank.nl/common/img/00/00/03/33/_T33372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was very surprised that I enjoyed this movie.  I had seen Pulp Fiction and did not like it.  I did see Jackie Brown and enjoyed that one.  That was the total of my Quinton Tarantino education.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought this was well written and very well done.  I loved the "Like a Virgin" and the naming of the colors conversations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steve Buscemi is one of those actions that is not typical Hollywood, but I have enjoyed his performances.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harvey Keitel is an actor I know I've seen him in several movies, but I never recognize him.  I enjoyed his performance as well as Mr. White.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-7515683532509660265?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7515683532509660265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=7515683532509660265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/7515683532509660265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/7515683532509660265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/reservoir-dogs.html' title='Reservoir Dogs'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-527218211194066412</id><published>2008-11-13T17:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:12:53.536-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survial mind-set'/><title type='text'>Survivor Mind-Set</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Survivor Mind-Set&lt;br /&gt;By Laurence Gonzales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The belief that you control your destiny versus believing that it is controlled for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Deny denial – refuse to allow yourself to believe that “this can’t be happening,” and recognize the threat for what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Think positive, in terms of how the experience will help you grow as a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Know Plan B – set specific goals as well as actions to take if they are not met.  Rehearse these actions, so that they are easy to remember even when you’re under stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do the next right thing – find activities which allow you to think sequentially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Use a mantra, a short word or phrase which keeps you focused on what will get you home alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Understand linked system – the ways in which your own and others’ action affect each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don’t celebrate the summit.  Most climbing mishaps happen on the way down, so don’t spend much time enjoying the “goal” if it is really a halfway point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Get out of your comfort zone – challenge yourself to think in a new way to learn something which will use different parts of your brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Risk and reward – with regard to danger, think in terms of what you will get out of it and the most you are willing to risk for that reward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Trust your instincts – even if there is no obviou8s reason not to trust a person or situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Help others – taking responsibility for others moves you from “victim” to “rescuer” mentality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Be cool – unlike acting “cool,” actually being cool involves maintaining “relaxed awareness” which makes it easier for survivors to maintain or regain emotional equilibrium under stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Surrender, but don’t give up – recognizing one’s limitations allows a survivor to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, a survivor mind-set must being to be practiced immediately – waiting for a situation which demands it will be too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-527218211194066412?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/527218211194066412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=527218211194066412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/527218211194066412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/527218211194066412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/survivor-mind-set.html' title='Survivor Mind-Set'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-257863549519884388</id><published>2008-11-13T16:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:39:45.276-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child cop'/><title type='text'>C.O.P. - Child on Patrol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/1444/PreviewComp/SuperStock_1444R-260758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/1444/PreviewComp/SuperStock_1444R-260758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since the police can't be everywhere, an 11-year-old boy in Louisville, Kentucky, is conducting his own patrol in the Stone Lakes Division. the lad says he used to shout at speeders to slow down, then, he had a better idea. Dressed in a reflective vest, wearing a bicycle helmet and armed with a Hot Wheels brand radar gun, he points and records the speed of passing traffic. The boy also carries a flashlight with a built-in siren. One resident of the subdivision said he has seen drivers lock up their brakes when they saw the boy clocking them. Officials say the city will install speed bumps in the neighborhood if 70 percent of the resident agree and are will to put up half the money.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compiled by James L. McClinton, Ph.D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-257863549519884388?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/257863549519884388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=257863549519884388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/257863549519884388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/257863549519884388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/cop-child-on-patrol.html' title='C.O.P. - Child on Patrol'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-5954702776220232362</id><published>2008-11-12T14:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:13:40.578-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Kids on the Block'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reliving Childhood'/><title type='text'>Reliving Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SRtG62BshrI/AAAAAAAAADU/0hKEBZi9tpg/s1600-h/NKOTB_2008-11-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267882165888911026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SRtG62BshrI/AAAAAAAAADU/0hKEBZi9tpg/s400/NKOTB_2008-11-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Last night I relived a happy part of my childhood. Slightly over 18 years ago I went to my first concert - New Kids on the Block. Last night I saw them again. I had begun to wonder if they were good performers or if my 12 year old self thought they were that great. Last night told me they were great performers. I had a good time. I was in the cheap seats, but had a great view with binoculars. I am very glad I went, even if it is a bit embarrassing to say that I went and saw New Kids on the Block. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;When I saw them on the Today show back in May I had wondered if they were trying to stay "teenagers" and continued to question with the video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25qiZy7vmqY"&gt;Summertime&lt;/a&gt;. However, they had aged their performance appropriately. They even commented on the fans being able to drink beer, being pregnant, and they guys in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attendance&lt;/span&gt; were going to benefit tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;I remember with Cover Girl they would have a little girl that was between the ages of 2 - 5 on stage with them. On the screen they had the girls dancing in the box displayed and lots of booty shaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;I'm glad to see they are back and I wish The Block continued success. My only complaint about their new album is they should release another song or two from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/4596753819816459179-5954702776220232362?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5954702776220232362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=5954702776220232362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/5954702776220232362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/5954702776220232362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/reliving-childhood.html' title='Reliving Childhood'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SRtG62BshrI/AAAAAAAAADU/0hKEBZi9tpg/s72-c/NKOTB_2008-11-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-2540325121349747881</id><published>2008-11-12T14:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:56:31.054-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atonement'/><title type='text'>Atonement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/64/Atonement_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/64/Atonement_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This was a film I watched over the weekend, and I loved it. I had wanted to see it in the theaters, but the opportunty just didn't work out.  If I remember the Kite Runner came out about the same time.  I had wanted to see both movies.  I read the Kite Runner for a book club and was very disappointed by it (the last 4th I didn't care for), and doubt if I will see the movie.  I wondered if I would enjoy Atonement.  I'm glad I took the chance when I bought the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It shows there are always more sides to a story than what one sees.  It did take a moment for me to realize the first time a scene was replayed with a different characters perspective.  I enjoyed that aspect.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;How can you correct something you did that was wrong so many years ago?  I don't want to say much more because I don't want to destroy the plot.  But it does get me to thinking about what I may have done wrong and how could I correct it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;All actors did a fantastic job.  I especially liked the way Briony was aged through out the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-2540325121349747881?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2540325121349747881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=2540325121349747881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/2540325121349747881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/2540325121349747881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/atonement.html' title='Atonement'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-7332198353536463672</id><published>2008-11-10T14:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:44:35.773-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litigation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exxon Valdez'/><title type='text'>Litigation and the Exxon Valdez Oil Spill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.channel6.dk/native/Grabs%20full/AK4-078V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 672px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 566px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.channel6.dk/native/Grabs%20full/AK4-078V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I apologize for attaching the entire journal and just not just the article. This is an interesting &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorado.edu/hazards/o/archives/2008/nov08/nov08_observerweb.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;publication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I receive at work. The article I’m commenting on is the cover story: Exxon Valdez Oil Spill&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt; Litigation and Community Resilience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this article was very interesting about the Exxon Valdez oil spill and the litigation surrounding it. I have been frustrated with the court system and how people “profit” off something bad happening to them; however, I also believe that companies have an environmental and social responsibility. Exxon Mobile made a profit of $40.6 billion in 2007. The $5 billion they are fighting over is a drop in bucket compared to last year’s profits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 19 years of litigation how much did Exxon Mobile spend on legal fees? Exxon walked away with just a tap not even a slap on the hand. While the environment suffered – only 10 out of the 26 species have recovered from the oil spill damages. The spill had killed 250,000 seabirds, 144 bald eagles, 4,400 sea otters, 300 seals, 20 whales, and destroyed billions of salmon and herring eggs. Yes, they had to pay for the environment clean-up which came to over $3.4 billion, but that is required of any spill that occurs. The communities also suffered – the 1990s economic boom skipped those affected by the oil spill. The disaster relief that is available during natural disasters from the government and supporting agencies are unavailable during technological hazards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not in favor of people getting unreasonable amounts of money because something bad happened to them. However, I also don’t like seeing companies not paying for the destruction they cause. I would have liked to seen some kind of a compromise in this situation. Maybe have the money go to saving endangered species native to the area. Maybe a focus on rebuilding communities that rely on oil production as their sole source of income, or assisting in attracting other income sources – industry, research, etc. Doing more in the field of alternate fuel sources and making things “greener.” &lt;/strong&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/4596753819816459179-7332198353536463672?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7332198353536463672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=7332198353536463672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/7332198353536463672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/7332198353536463672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-apologize-for-attaching-entire.html' title='Litigation and the Exxon Valdez Oil Spill'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-6222965703831636040</id><published>2008-11-09T23:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:22:25.730-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House Bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ZETA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playboy'/><title type='text'>The House Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/59/House_bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 436px" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/59/House_bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will say this movie is one where you get what you expect. I wanted to laugh and not have to think too much and this is exactly what I got. It was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I saw this one with my girlfriend, Julie, and she enjoyed it too.  One of the things she commented on was Anna Faris' stomache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I kinda knew that Demi Moore's daughter Rumor Willis was in the movie.  I was surprised to see Tom Hanks &amp;amp; Rita Wilson's son Colin (although he looked familar), and Katherine McPhee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I saw the positives in this movie - you need lot learn to be yourself.  The ZETA girls tried to be what Shelley wanted them to be and enjoyed the results, but learned they need to also be themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was reminded of Legally Blonde, but this movie wasn't meant to be that.  It wasn't like Shelley got inspired to be a better person. She wanted to be a centerfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was funny seeing Hugh and his former girlfriends in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Relax, and have fun with this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-6222965703831636040?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6222965703831636040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=6222965703831636040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/6222965703831636040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/6222965703831636040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/house-bunny.html' title='The House Bunny'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-3926292621199924768</id><published>2008-11-09T22:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:28:51.420-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muriel&apos;s Wedding'/><title type='text'>Muriel's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/b2/Murielwedding_uk_dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/b2/Murielwedding_uk_dvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I had bought this movie thinking that I would really enjoy it. I like Toni Collette, and have enjoyed the movies. I thought this would be different. This is one of her earlier movies and she has had her teeth fixed and lost quite a bit of weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This movie was on the depressing side for me and I didn't find the humor in it. Muriel believes that getting married will be her way of proving that she is worth something. When she does get married it is a scam to keep an athlete in Australia. When there comes a time that he shows compassion she decides now is the time to stop living a lie and to leave him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I guess I do like the end in some ways because she becomes the friend she should be, and they say their good-byes to their small town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-3926292621199924768?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3926292621199924768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=3926292621199924768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/3926292621199924768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/3926292621199924768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/muriels-wedding.html' title='Muriel&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-835220838664285142</id><published>2008-11-05T15:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:14:26.559-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Blackwell'/><title type='text'>Mr. Blackwell:  From Rags to Bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SRIMaxmQdmI/AAAAAAAAADE/S_EZ04znjCM/s1600-h/Blackwell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265284568479463010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SRIMaxmQdmI/AAAAAAAAADE/S_EZ04znjCM/s400/Blackwell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had acquired this book from our annual library booksale. On Sunday (the final day of the sale) when it is $3 a bag you can be more experimental than usual. Anyway, I had seen his "worst dressed list" and was curious to find out what kind of a guy he was. He had died a few weeks ago, and this book was in my site. I'm trying to read books from the sale and give them back. I might do bookcrossing.com with some of the paperbacks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was a very easy read. There were times in the beginning that I didn't care for him, but as I read the book I actually grew to like him. Did you know that Howard Hughes gave him his last name, Blackwell? I'm also a bit jealous of his relationship with Robert Spencer. Robert was his partner for 60 years. I was very surprised that they lasted. Blackwell was very tempermental and selfish, but Spencer stuck by him. Don't think it was for the money and fame because when they got together Spencer was the one supporting him. Eventually Spencer was his manager and right hand man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do think that Blackwell was very honest. As I said there were times that I didn't care for him as a person. He never really tried to defend himself either. He was pretty much this is my life and what I did. I have no regrets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That is the way to live - with no regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-835220838664285142?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/835220838664285142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=835220838664285142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/835220838664285142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/835220838664285142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr-blackwell-from-rags-to-bitches.html' title='Mr. Blackwell:  From Rags to Bitches'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SRIMaxmQdmI/AAAAAAAAADE/S_EZ04znjCM/s72-c/Blackwell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-1931307687978981120</id><published>2008-11-03T16:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:29:48.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels and Demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5f/AngelsAndDemons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 475px" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5f/AngelsAndDemons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I recentally finished Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. The movie with Tom Hanks should be coming out soon. I enjoyed this much more than I did The DaVinci Code. I found Angels and Demons very hard to put down. I read most of it on the plane, and didn't mind the 3 hour ride each way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-1931307687978981120?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1931307687978981120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=1931307687978981120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/1931307687978981120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/1931307687978981120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/angels-and-demons.html' title='Angels and Demons'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-3092245279255206976</id><published>2008-10-31T14:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:38:17.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KU football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini-mangino'/><title type='text'>Mini-Mangino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SQtenYS4HHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/24IybKoYZZo/s1600-h/pic25734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263404620142091378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SQtenYS4HHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/24IybKoYZZo/s400/pic25734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rock Chalk, Jayhawk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Go KU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For those of you that don't pay attention to the University of Kansas football team (2008 Orange Bowl Champions) this baby looks exactly like the head football coach, Mark Mangino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-3092245279255206976?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3092245279255206976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=3092245279255206976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/3092245279255206976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/3092245279255206976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/mini-mangino.html' title='Mini-Mangino'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SQtenYS4HHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/24IybKoYZZo/s72-c/pic25734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-1308318400172557912</id><published>2008-10-28T16:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:57:56.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil in the White City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c7/DWCity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 475px" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c7/DWCity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I highly recommend this book. I’m reading this for a book club. The characters were real people.  The two main characters are architect Daniel Burnham and serial killer Dr. H. H. Holmes. Before reading this book I didn’t know much about the 1893 World’s Fair or Chicago.  I had heard about it.  This book does a fantastic job explaining how the fair became a possiblility.  I love the quote by Daniel Burnham, "Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men's blood." Now I’m wanting to visit the Second City and find out more about architects Burnham and Olmstead.  Olmstead is responsible for Central Park in New York City and for the grounds at Biltmore in Ashville, North Carolina.  His philosophy was to look at the future with landscape architecture and not just make it look pretty for today.   The author Erik Lawson does  a great job with research and incorporating pieces of historical documentation into this book.  He also wrote a book about the 1900 Galveston Hurricane called Issac's Storm.  Being Disaster Chick that only seems to be appropriate reading.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found The Devil in the White City hard to put down. Approximately every other chapter covered Burnham then Holmes. It kept the story moving and made me want to find out what happened next.  I'm usually not big on reading and watching crime and forensic based media, but there were times I was more interested in the Holmes storyline than in the Burnham storyline.  I find it hard to believe how someone could be like Holmes.  Also because of designing the World's Fair and the demands he ended up being a better architect than if this opportunity had never happened.&lt;/strong&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/4596753819816459179-1308318400172557912?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1308318400172557912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=1308318400172557912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/1308318400172557912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/1308318400172557912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-highly-recommend-this-book.html' title='The Devil in the White City'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-3781840204436802982</id><published>2008-10-13T11:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:00:37.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCUBA'/><title type='text'>SCUBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SPN-obFsxzI/AAAAAAAAACs/qr-HZ0OPWII/s1600-h/Open+Water+Diver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256684423003031346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SPN-obFsxzI/AAAAAAAAACs/qr-HZ0OPWII/s400/Open+Water+Diver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It looks like I'm going to get certified in SCUBA this week. I've got my book work done and watched the video. Last Tuesday I took "Try SCUBA" and really enjoyed it. I found out that it is a lifetime certification. After this weekend when the opportunity arises I can jump on it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday I will have instruction. Friday I leave for Stockton, Missouri and Satruday and Sunday I will be diving for my certification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I don't like to be told I can't do something. I don't know if I will ever be a great diver. I'm one of these people who are about a mile wide and an inch deep with knowledge. Or another way to put it jack of all trades or master of none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm looking in the near future taking a motorcycle riding class though Harley Davidson. This way I will walk away with knowledge and get a motorcycle license. Gas prices have lowered again, but if they go sky high this would be an option for me. Also on vacations I could rent a scooter or motorcycle for transportation. Maybe I will even get one of my own someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Hmmm....what other classes can I take for more knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4596753819816459179-3781840204436802982?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3781840204436802982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=3781840204436802982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/3781840204436802982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/3781840204436802982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/scuba.html' title='SCUBA'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SPN-obFsxzI/AAAAAAAAACs/qr-HZ0OPWII/s72-c/Open+Water+Diver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-1480593346869127100</id><published>2008-10-13T11:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:42:50.665-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Prize Winner of Defiance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio'/><title type='text'>The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000DZIGEO.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000DZIGEO.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.impawards.com/2005/posters/prize_winner_of_defiance_ohio.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/20/The_Prize_Winner_of_Defiance_Ohio_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;This movie was really good. I think it did an excellent job showing a woman in the 1950s and also what life is like living with an alcoholic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There have been several Julianne Moore movies lately that I haven't cared for : The Hours, Far from Heaven, and Children of Men. So I figured I was taking a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I enjoyed how they ran though some of the prizes that she did win but kept it interesting - breaking that wall between the actor and the audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You can also see how times began changing. Companies were not using marketing departments or advertising agencies but relying on their customers advertising idea. The movie begins closing with the fact contacts began to require no skill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This movie was well written and well acted. I also was impressed with the fact the Kelly children stood behind it and appeared in it at the end of the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you have not seen this one yet, I highly recommend it. Not only does it show a piece of history, but it was enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4596753819816459179-1480593346869127100?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1480593346869127100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=1480593346869127100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/1480593346869127100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/1480593346869127100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/prize-winner-of-defiance-ohio.html' title='The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-5531536037062147667</id><published>2008-10-13T11:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:37:18.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Bean'/><title type='text'>DISASTER HAS A PASSPORT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3e/Beanholidayposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3e/Beanholidayposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;This weekend I watched Mr. Bean Takes a Holiday. I love Mr. Bean. I think Rowan Atkinson is a genius for physical comedy. I didn't care for the first movie, and I think they brought the magic of the TV Series to the big screen - especially near the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I also love seeing him in movies like Four Weddings and a Funeral and Love Actually.  I enjoy British humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I bought my copy at Sam's Club because I got the Mr. Bean bobble head. I also liked the tag line, "Disaster has a passport."  I was a bit hesitant because as I said I didn't care for the first movie, and I hadn't seen this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm needing to get my passport soon.  I'm going on a cruise in April.  Also you never know when you might need one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What I loved most about the movie was the ending with Bean's home video spliced in to the film.  This one is a keeper for the collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-5531536037062147667?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5531536037062147667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=5531536037062147667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/5531536037062147667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/5531536037062147667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/disaster-has-passport.html' title='DISASTER HAS A PASSPORT'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-1576798110898421721</id><published>2008-10-05T00:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:37:52.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Guns'/><title type='text'>Young Guns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a285/hondaboi925/youngguns1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a285/hondaboi925/youngguns1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I just finished watching the movie Young Guns. I saw Young Guns II when it came out on video so long ago. I need to rewatch it because I remember really enjoying it. However, that was also when I had a huge crush on Christian Slater. I never saw the original Young Guns. I figured tonight might not be a bad night to check out Emilio Estevez, Kiefer Sutherland, Charlie Sheen, and Dermont Mulrony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Growing up in Kansas I've known many men that should have been alive during the days of the Wild West. I have been to Dodge City and seen Boot Hill. Watching this movie, while it was decent, made me realize this era does not grab me. I've also gone to St. Joseph, MO and have seen the house where Jesse James had lived and was killed. Maybe if we are reincarinated then I don't think this would have been a time period that I would have lived in because of a lack of interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It was nice seeing Brian Keith and Jack Palance. I grew up watching The Parent Trap and With Six You Get Eggroll. However, I would never have guessed that this was him, however, IMDB has it in the credits and in trivia. I remember Jack Palance from the City Slicker movies and it is hard to believe he is dead. I guess that is one of the great things about movies - you are now immortal - and probably in the prime of your life. I also find it great that John Wayne's son Patrick was in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I really don't see this as a movie I will over and over again. I think I will sell it to CD Tradepost. However, I need to see how well I enjoy Young Guns II because it would be better to keep the set vs the sequal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-1576798110898421721?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1576798110898421721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=1576798110898421721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/1576798110898421721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/1576798110898421721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/young-guns.html' title='Young Guns'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-2752828758092181324</id><published>2008-10-01T12:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:49:40.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wicked Game'/><title type='text'>Wicked Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;I never thought I would feel this way, but Wicked Game by Chris Issac seems to be the way I feel right now. Elton John says it so well - sad songs say so much. I know I will be fine eventually, right now it just hurts. I wasn't looking to fall in love, but I did. Then my love was rejected. Is it really worth it? Not so sure anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVcb1Hl46Ds"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sad Songs (Say So Much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; - Elton John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;And ironing out the rough spots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Is the hardest part when memories remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;And it's times like these when we all need to hear the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;`Cause from the lips of some old singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;We can share the troubles we already know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Turn them on, turn them on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Turn on those sad songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;When all hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Why don't you tune in and turn them on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;They reach into your room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Just feel their gentle touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;When all hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Sad songs say so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;If someone else is suffering enough to write it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;When every single word makes sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Then it's easier to have those songs around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;The kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;and it feels so good to hurt so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;And suffer just enough to sing the blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Sad songs, they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Sad songs, they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Sad songs, they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Sad songs, they say so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXmlJQN5Pm8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wicked Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; - Chris Issac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;World was on fire, no one could save me but you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;It's strange what desire will make foolish people do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;No, I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, I don't wanna fall in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;This world is always gonna brake your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;No, I don't wanna fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;This world is always gonna brake your heart..with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;What a wicked game to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;To make me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;What a wicked thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;To let me dream of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;What a wicked thing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;You never felt this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;What a wicked thing you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;To make me dream of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;No, I don't wanna fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;This world is always gonna brake your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;No, I don't wanna fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;This world is always gonna brake your heart..with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;World was on fire, no one could save me but you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;It's strange what desire will make foolish people do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;No, I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;I'll never dream that I lose somebody like you, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;Now I wanna fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;This world is always gonna brake your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;Now I wanna fall in lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;This world is always gonna brake your heart..with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;Nobody loves no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-2752828758092181324?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2752828758092181324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=2752828758092181324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/2752828758092181324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/2752828758092181324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/wicked-game.html' title='Wicked Game'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-8834732429546030427</id><published>2008-09-30T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:38:37.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Alone is Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is being single a choice?  Are singletons too picky?  I don't think it is a choice or being too picky.  Does anyone ever plan never finding someone to share their life with and just being alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just read &lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/26888129/"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; on Amy Cohen and near the end it talks about a biking trip she took in the Colorado Rockies.  There were a couple of married women that told her she was so brave for doing this on her own.  She didn't view herself as being brave.  I understand because when you are single sometimes you cannot find someone that is willing or able to share those activities with you.  If you want to them then you go out on your own.  I am now planning on reading the rest the book sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't think being single is necessairly a choice because it is not one person making that decision.  My longest relationship of 2 and 1/2 years had ended and less than a year later he was married.  He had only met her a few months before we broke up.  For a long time I thought he was the guy I was going to marry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As for being picky my list of someone that I would want to date includes:  average attractiveness, at least as intelligent as me, has a sense of humor, has a sense of life and adventure, has personality, and can hold down a job.  And he has to find me attractive and enjoys being around me.  While I think my list is pretty simple I think it may be hard to fulfill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The overall idea I got from this article is how I try to live my life.  Do the things I enjoy doing - even if they are alone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&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/4596753819816459179-8834732429546030427?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8834732429546030427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=8834732429546030427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/8834732429546030427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/8834732429546030427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-alone-is-enough.html' title='Why Alone is Enough'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-340372974019628744</id><published>2008-09-29T16:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:01:10.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But Not For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUqZfuQlcqs"&gt;But Not For Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They're writing songs of love - but not for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A lucky star's above - but not for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With love to lead the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've found more clouds of gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Than any Russian play - could guarantee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was a fool to fall - and get that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hi ho alas and also lackaday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Although I can't dismiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The memory of his kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I guess he's not for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was a fool to fall - and get that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hi ho alas and also lackaday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Although I can't dismiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The memory of his kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I guess he's not for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-George Gershwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just had my heart broken this week.  I think for the first time in my life I allowed myself to fall in love.  I've been in relationships before, but not in love.  I did love the guys from my past but I was not in love with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now I'm back to believing this should be my theme song.  I do believe in love.  I just don't think I will ever have a successful relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We met on my favorite holiday, the Fourth of July.  Buck is recentally divorced, but convinced me to take the chance on this Long Distance Relationship.  He said that luck favors the bold instead of just waiting to see what happens.  Grad school just become too much - something had to go.  That something is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The kicker is Buck says that I didn't do anything wrong.  He still wants to be with me but doesn't have time for him much less us.  I understand, and willing to do what ever it takes to make it work.  He doesn't want to be unfair to me.  However, I'm the one that is tearing up or crying all the time for the last week.  I've never been this emotional before and I hate it.&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/4596753819816459179-340372974019628744?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/340372974019628744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=340372974019628744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/340372974019628744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/340372974019628744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/09/but-not-for-me.html' title='But Not For Me'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-8641955551128521924</id><published>2008-09-05T19:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:53:22.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side of the Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SMHTSSxh7oI/AAAAAAAAABs/6Y1x4xSnTaM/s1600-h/The+Other+Side+of+the+Story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242703752466656898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SMHTSSxh7oI/AAAAAAAAABs/6Y1x4xSnTaM/s320/The+Other+Side+of+the+Story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just finished reading The Other Side of the Story by Marion Keyes. I love her writing. This one I didn't get as absorbed in as I usually have with her books. I was able to put this one down to read Angels and This Charming Man also by her. As I near completion I found it hard to put it down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This one is about the publishing industry - one agent and two authors. Gemma's father leaves her mother after 35 years of marriage. The mother needs Gemma because her life revolved around her husband. She makes up stories about her dad's new life and sends them to a friend that forwards them to Jojo and agent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jojo is having an affair with her boss. She is an agent to Lily and Gemma. She was a police officer in NYC, but ended up in the publishing world in London. She is the best agent, and there is a retiring partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lily is living with Anton and they have a daughter Ema. Anton is a dreamer with high ambitions. Lily and Gemma used to be friends, but each needs to learn to follow their hearts and learn to forgive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-8641955551128521924?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8641955551128521924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=8641955551128521924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/8641955551128521924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/8641955551128521924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/09/other-side-of-story.html' title='The Other Side of the Story'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SMHTSSxh7oI/AAAAAAAAABs/6Y1x4xSnTaM/s72-c/The+Other+Side+of+the+Story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-7588014167488475041</id><published>2008-09-05T09:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:55:55.015-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>All I Ask of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SMHU_6FH3eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iC5h54IN-Lo/s1600-h/Sam_Grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242705635623558626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SMHU_6FH3eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iC5h54IN-Lo/s320/Sam_Grad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SME-Z_3esvI/AAAAAAAAABk/VwpBm_mTr2k/s1600-h/Sam+Grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A PET'S TEN COMMANDMENTS . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Give me time to understand what you want of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6) Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7) Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8) Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;9) Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;10) On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I did not write this, but wanted to share it with all willing to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-7588014167488475041?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7588014167488475041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=7588014167488475041' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/7588014167488475041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/7588014167488475041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-i-ask-of-you.html' title='All I Ask of You'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SMHU_6FH3eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iC5h54IN-Lo/s72-c/Sam_Grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-1613073967017572771</id><published>2008-09-04T08:53:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:18:18.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The lessons really aren't learned for very long. How long the lessons actually stay in one's mind depends on how traumatic the disaster is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- B. Wayne Blanchard, Emergency Management Institute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to move my office at work later this month and I've been buzy sorting through stuff. I have a stack of magazines that I don't want to move so I'm spending the time to flip though them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing my job for a little over 6 years now, and have only had to respond to disasters in the past year and a half. Nothing major had occured in the previous years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I worry that if we go though another four+ years of no major disasters that we are going to lose what we learned over the past year and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also see where this applies to every day life. How many times do we as humans repeat our mistakes. How bad does it have to be before we honestly mean, "I'll never do that again." Can we really learn from others mistakes? How bad does their mistake have to be before we really do learn from it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing a video game this past weekend and it was pointed out to me that I kept making the same mistakes over and over again. I didn't realize this, but someone from the outside watching noticed. Maybe we just need to have those people in our life point out when we keep repeating our mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-1613073967017572771?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1613073967017572771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=1613073967017572771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/1613073967017572771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/1613073967017572771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/09/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-6325965934613372989</id><published>2008-09-02T15:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:51:32.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of LDRs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SL6Vzwlm_FI/AAAAAAAAABY/435qv8bs1kM/s1600-h/Book2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241791732754349138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SL6Vzwlm_FI/AAAAAAAAABY/435qv8bs1kM/s320/Book2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I have just finished reading The Long-Distance Relationship Survival Guide: Secrets and Strategies form Successful Couples Who Have Gone the Distance by Chris Bell and Kate Brauer-Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually enjoyed reading this book on the plane ride back from seeing my boyfriend. It did give me some good ideas and tips. It talked about having virtual dates, creating schedules, and things like that.  It was a very easy read and looks at successful and non-successful LDRs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-6325965934613372989?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6325965934613372989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=6325965934613372989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/6325965934613372989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/6325965934613372989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/09/joys-of-ldrs.html' title='The Joys of LDRs'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SL6Vzwlm_FI/AAAAAAAAABY/435qv8bs1kM/s72-c/Book2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-6844223104013121768</id><published>2008-08-27T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:09:37.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This just can't be your car...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A man was being tailgated by a stressed out woman on a busy boulevard. Suddenly, the light turned yellow, just in front of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating though the intersection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The tailgating woman was furious. She honked her horn, screamed in frustration, dropped her cellphone and make-up as she missed her chance to get though the intersection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer. The officer ordered her to exit her car wiht her hands up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;He took her to the police station where she was searched, fingerprinted, photographed, and placed in a holding cell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;He said, "I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you, and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the 'What Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker, the 'Choose Life' license plate holder, the 'Follow Me to Sunday-School' bumper sticker, and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk. Naturally, I assumed you had stolen the car."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;- sent to American Police Beat by a subscriber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-6844223104013121768?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6844223104013121768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=6844223104013121768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/6844223104013121768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/6844223104013121768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-just-cant-be-your-car.html' title='This just can&apos;t be your car...'/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596753819816459179.post-7340560050694632195</id><published>2008-08-27T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:58:01.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Just Keep On Believing That'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school lunch ladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peach Award'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I started this blog because of a WG friend named Doc. He introduced me to his blog &lt;a href="http://yougoaheadandkeeponbelievingthat.blogspot.com/"&gt;You Just Keep On Believing That&lt;/a&gt; and I finally started participating last week. I won the coveted Giant Peach Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239196129321126578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLVdHwTJirI/AAAAAAAAABI/s63aQeOS4P4/s320/Doc%27s+Peach+Award.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article came from an Italian priest that was organizing a beauty pagent for nuns. The word game was to put in &lt;em&gt;The worst idea ever for a beauty pageant involved _______________ . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put in &lt;em&gt;high school lunch ladies&lt;/em&gt;, and won&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give you a bit of background. I moved 1/2 though my freshman year of high school. My first high school technically I started in 7th Grade. Very small school about 30-35 in my would be graduating class. Kindergarten though 6th Grade are in the elementary school and 7th - 12th are in the high school. We ate lunch with the upperclassman and had the same teachers. At my first school which had a large Italian population actually had yummy food. There were two of my classmates and one girl a year younger than me whose mothers were the "lunch ladies." Remember here the food was good and we knew the cooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to the middle of nowhere. You could not get a clear radio station unless it was country. This is 1993 and country is starting to be popular, but isn't quite there yet. My school took in surrounding towns creating a whopping 71 in my graduating class. This was the first time I experience "mystery" meat. One time a guy at the next table found a cockroach in his chicken sandwich. Over 1/2 the school was absent the next day, and of course it "wasn't because of the chicken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had scary looking lunch ladies and you never knew where they came from. Did they live at the school? They even had to fix our prom meal for us - just imagine how fun that was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596753819816459179-7340560050694632195?l=kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7340560050694632195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596753819816459179&amp;postID=7340560050694632195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/7340560050694632195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596753819816459179/posts/default/7340560050694632195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdisasterchick.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-started-this-blog-because-of-wg.html' title=''/><author><name>Disaster Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01567514294955301381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLRtYL6A5yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vzg4b0Q5eyE/S220/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU7L-lPernk/SLVdHwTJirI/AAAAAAAAABI/s63aQeOS4P4/s72-c/Doc%27s+Peach+Award.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
