<?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-7615445444360032832</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:09:41.738-06:00</updated><category term='computer crash'/><category term='damn kids'/><category term='Yuck'/><category term='Dow Jones'/><category term='establishment'/><category term='jingles by jack'/><category term='Proactive solutions'/><category term='Barbies in the snow'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='tampering'/><category term='Christopher Moore'/><category term='Candy in the Shoes'/><category term='Elmer Fudd'/><category term='test'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Goldfish crackers'/><category term='bloggers block'/><category 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to go'/><category term='Christmas lights'/><category term='stupid studies'/><category term='Oscar Meyer'/><category term='flatulant'/><category term='Snow Shovel 101'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='this and that'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='A World of Progress'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='Hillary Clinton'/><category term='pooh and piglet'/><category term='hot'/><category term='Monty Python'/><category term='Kevin the goat'/><category term='snow'/><category term='leftovers'/><category term='Christmas Carols'/><category term='on the campaign'/><category term='nerd test'/><category term='gmail'/><category term='Christmas Wish List'/><category term='blog update'/><category term='keywords'/><title type='text'>Ergodic Cogitation</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts that are sometimes profound and sometimes just silly</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-7216683760869022237</id><published>2009-11-14T10:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:36:08.426-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danvers HS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beaker'/><title type='text'>Meep has been Banned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/Sv7an__XvJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FtH6fqAmNBM/s1600-h/MuppetsBeaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/Sv7an__XvJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FtH6fqAmNBM/s200/MuppetsBeaker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403996983618157714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From www.beakersaviary.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently kids at Danvers High School can no longer utter the "meep". Their principal has banned the word made famous by Beaker from The Muppets because the kids were going to repeat the word over and over again to disrupt class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal learned of the plan from Facebook. If students use the word "meep" during school they could face suspension. The principal even sent an automated phone message to all parents of Danvers High School to let them know that this tomfoolery was planned on being carried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/Sv7agI7952I/AAAAAAAAAM0/CNXQInGN_V0/s1600-h/Beaker_muppet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/Sv7agI7952I/AAAAAAAAAM0/CNXQInGN_V0/s200/Beaker_muppet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403996848580847458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From Wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me if these kids were up enough on technology, they could have easily come up with a different word to use and thus avoid possible suspension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall the last time I said the word "meep" but I am going to try to incorporate it into my everyday conversations, especially when I want to stop having those conversations. If a solicitor calls I am going to repeat "meep" until they hang up in frustration or reply to me using the word "meep". If I am shopping at Target any my daughter wants something and doesn't take "No" for an answer I am going to repeat the word "meep" until she nearly dies of embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to these kids at Danvers High for introducing this word back into the English language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-7216683760869022237?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/7216683760869022237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=7216683760869022237' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7216683760869022237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7216683760869022237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/11/meep-has-been-banned.html' title='Meep has been Banned'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/Sv7an__XvJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FtH6fqAmNBM/s72-c/MuppetsBeaker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3164633591092488194</id><published>2009-09-06T12:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:09:49.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Cleaning Blog Style</title><content type='html'>Less than 48 hours to go! Is anyone else as excited as I am to have the new school year start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will soon be able to blog on a much more regular basis. In anticipation of that I wanted to post a few reminders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't already &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/redheadranting"&gt;following me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt; please do. I follow back everyone who follows me. You can also follow me on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=1234634810&amp;amp;ref=name"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; too. I think it's the right link. I was just going to type that I don't understand how people can spend so much time on Facebook but when I went to get the URL I lost 20 minutes. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here blog is now available on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002MCZUW2"&gt;Kindle&lt;/a&gt;. Of course if you found me here I don't know why you would want me on the Kindle too but then I don't have one so I have no idea how the whole thing works. If you have a Kindle and you subscribe to blogs please leave a note in the comment section and let me know how you like it. I'd love to get one but I don't commute on a bus or train, I don't actually commute at all, I can open a book easier than a Kindle as well. The price tag alone keeps me from purchasing one but they do look cool. I'd love to be able to download a book in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now. Starting Tuesday you can look for more regular posts on this blog as well as the others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3164633591092488194?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3164633591092488194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3164633591092488194' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3164633591092488194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3164633591092488194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/09/house-cleaning-blog-style.html' title='House Cleaning Blog Style'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-316272492777437945</id><published>2009-06-11T18:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:41:16.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is too short</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted here or at my other blogs in a long time. I've been going through some stuff which you can read about &lt;a href="http://kidsofqueers.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-your-help.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you are interested. I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I have learned is that life is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too short to wear an uncomfortable bra. I don't care how pretty it is if it hurts to wear it it isn't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Victoria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-316272492777437945?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/316272492777437945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=316272492777437945' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/316272492777437945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/316272492777437945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-too-short.html' title='Life is too short'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-1346367614519736574</id><published>2009-05-11T11:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:59:01.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone Accessories'/><title type='text'>Need Apple iPhone Accessories?</title><content type='html'>Last year I bought an iPhone. I love new technology gadgets and rush out to get them if they are within my budget. The iPhone was not really in my budget but if I went without food for a few weeks and walked instead of driving it was doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the iPhone. It came with just about everything one would need to have a successful experience with the product. However it was missing a few &lt;a href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/cat/Apple.htm"&gt;iPhone accessories&lt;/a&gt;. It need a screen protector and it didn't come with a case. I could have gone to the Apple store but then I'd have to go to the Mall of America and that is one place I would prefer to avoid if I can help it. If you are in  need of &lt;a href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/cat/Apple.htm"&gt;Apple iPhone accessories&lt;/a&gt; one of the best places to buy &lt;a href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/cat/Apple.htm"&gt;iPhone accessories&lt;/a&gt; is a little known online store called &lt;a href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/"&gt;Mobile Fun UK&lt;/a&gt;. It even sounds fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest problems I have had with the newer phones, the ones with larger screens, is that my earrings scratch the screen. I hate that. It's like getting a new ding on your car except you caused it to happen. My options were few. I could stop wearing earrings or I could stop making calls on my cell phone. Neither were desirable options so I started looking for a case for my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly learned that the cases that were sold where they had iPhone accessories were not the greatest. They rarely covered the screen. The open face design of the &lt;a href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/cat/Apple.htm"&gt;Apple iPhone accessories&lt;/a&gt; were not what I needed. I needed something that protected the screen from my diamond earrings. What I ended up using was a product designed for the iPod. A clear piece of plastic that sticks onto the face of the iPhone with static electricity. I could let my iPhone get scratched all I wanted and then could simply change the cover. It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had issues with the iPhone aside from the cover. I loved the music I could play, I loved that I could surf the internet with my phone, I loved all the apps and games and that I could check the temperature in cities all around the world. What I did not like about the iPhone was that it was not a great phone. The service was fine but in order to make a call I had to go through at least four steps. The same to answer a call. This made driving challenging. Eventually I got rid of my iPhone and all my &lt;a href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/cat/Apple.htm"&gt;Apple iPhone accessories&lt;/a&gt;. I bundled them up and sold it on eBay for a nice chunk of change. I went back to my old flip phone until I could decide on the phone that was right for me. I did purchase an iPod touch which is the same thing as the iPhone without the ability to make a phone call. Since I don't hold it to my ear I don't need to worry about scratching the screen but if I were to start doing that I would be sure to find some iPhone accessories and I would be happy to buy them online from a fun place like &lt;a href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/"&gt;Mobile Fun UK&lt;/a&gt;. I might not want to have things shipped from as far away as the UK but if I lived there I'm sure it would be a great transaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-1346367614519736574?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/1346367614519736574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=1346367614519736574' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1346367614519736574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1346367614519736574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/05/need-apple-iphone-accessories.html' title='Need Apple iPhone Accessories?'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-4099006433718842950</id><published>2009-05-07T12:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:09:58.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pooh and piglet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><title type='text'>Swine Flu and Piglet Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SgMVhnkT74I/AAAAAAAAAMs/k1HXeT0ab5M/s1600-h/poohpiglet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SgMVhnkT74I/AAAAAAAAAMs/k1HXeT0ab5M/s200/poohpiglet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333130051037949826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click to make bigger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ex #2 sent this to me last night. I usually cringe when I see he has sent me an email since the contents usually just piss me off. For some strange reason he sent me something really funny this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-4099006433718842950?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/4099006433718842950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=4099006433718842950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4099006433718842950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4099006433718842950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu-and-piglet-too.html' title='Swine Flu and Piglet Too'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SgMVhnkT74I/AAAAAAAAAMs/k1HXeT0ab5M/s72-c/poohpiglet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-7487472543588254538</id><published>2009-05-05T11:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:58:37.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litter box'/><title type='text'>What Does "Clean The Cat Pan" Mean?</title><content type='html'>I'll tell you what it doesn't mean. It does not mean empty the contents of the litter box into a garbage bag and then put the untied garbage bag filled with cat shit into the waste basket in the laundry room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-7487472543588254538?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/7487472543588254538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=7487472543588254538' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7487472543588254538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7487472543588254538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-does-clean-cat-pan-mean.html' title='What Does &quot;Clean The Cat Pan&quot; Mean?'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3440399715850169770</id><published>2009-04-22T10:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:48:29.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campbell&apos;s soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KFC grilled chicken'/><title type='text'>Campbell's Soup and KFC</title><content type='html'>If you have been following the &lt;a href="http://redheadranting.blogspot.com/2009/04/tooth.html"&gt;tooth saga&lt;/a&gt;, you know that the daughter is insisting that all her food either be cut up or she must eat soup. Since no one else wants to eat soup right now I picked up a few cans of Campbell's Tomato Soup To Go. They are one serving worth, they can be heated up in the microwave in the can and can be sipped with the little lid that comes with it. All in all very convenient, though it costs about ten times as much as a serving of soup that has to have water added to it and cooked on the stove. But there are no extra pots to clean up so worth it in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though each can is one serving the child doesn't finish it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;. As I was cleaning up the leftover soup (pouring it down the drain) I noticed what looked like macaroni in the bottom of the can. At first I figured the child had put a few pieces of pasta into her soup since the opening on the lid is the perfect size to put such things in. Then it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me that I had not made any mac and cheese in weeks since it is not soft enough to eat with a loose tooth (really, this is the world I live in, all of my own creation I realize). I was perplexed by the macaroni in the bottom of the can and decided to take a closer look. It is some kind of starch I am sure but I am not sure it is pasta. Whatever, I called the Campbell's Soup Company to let them know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the number on the can and spoke with a woman who spoke English as a first language, a big gold star in my book, she took all the information on the can and said she would send me something to compensate me for my lost can of soup. I hadn't really lost the can, the contents were eaten (no one got sick). Luckily for the Campbell's Soup Company the daughter didn't notice the "macaroni" in the bottom of the can. Had that happened there would have been drama, a lot of drama and that would have required me to make a huge stink with the Campbell's Soup Company. Not only would there have been drama but the daughter would never again eat Campbell's soup and I would then be back to cutting PB&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Js&lt;/span&gt; twice a day until the damn tooth falls out. The Campbell's Soup Company dodged a bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the subject of food I want to tell you about the new grilled chicken from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't feel like cooking last night so an executive decision was made to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;. I had heard about the new grilled chicken and thought we'd give it a try. I even printed off a coupon from their website (the coupon price was more than the price at the store so go figure). Since I have decided that diet season is in full swing, &lt;a href="http://kidsofqueers.blogspot.com/2009/04/rainbow-families-conference-and.html"&gt;due to this picture&lt;/a&gt;, grilled chicken seemed like the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken itself wasn't bad. It wasn't all dried out like I make it on the grill. For some reason I thought the chicken would be boneless and skinless, my mistake. The chicken was tasty but it smelled like...the grill. The smell the grill makes after not using it all winter. An icky kind of smell. Not the least bit appetizing unless it comes from an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;outdoor&lt;/span&gt; BBQ where it belongs. Not inside my house and not inside my new car. Daughter wanted mac and cheese and mashed potatoes as the sides so I ordered those.  I know what you are thinking but they got the order wrong and gave me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cole&lt;/span&gt; slaw instead of the mac and cheese. I'm not sure I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; grilled chicken. If they could take the smell away it would be fine and I suspect they can since my guess is they don't actually grill it but pour on a smoke flavor and paint some grill marks on the meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; grilled chicken? Did you like it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3440399715850169770?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3440399715850169770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3440399715850169770' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3440399715850169770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3440399715850169770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/04/campbells-soup-and-kfc.html' title='Campbell&apos;s Soup and KFC'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-4481990978771835585</id><published>2009-04-13T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:37:21.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasing the dog'/><title type='text'>It's Too Bad Gitmo is Closing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SeNb7obkfaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5iQ8Rp513AU/s1600-h/Zoo019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SeNb7obkfaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5iQ8Rp513AU/s200/Zoo019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324200264505523618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter shows quite the talent for torture. Stanley is a Bassador. That means on top he is a lab and on the bottom he is a basset hound. He has no legs to speak of and there is absolutely no way he could get up this slide. But he could sit at the bottom of the slide and stare at the treat and whine for three days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-4481990978771835585?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/4481990978771835585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=4481990978771835585' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4481990978771835585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4481990978771835585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-too-bad-gitmo-is-closing.html' title='It&apos;s Too Bad Gitmo is Closing'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SeNb7obkfaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5iQ8Rp513AU/s72-c/Zoo019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-693336864045296693</id><published>2009-04-08T10:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:33:19.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windy&apos;s 1st birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin the goat'/><title type='text'>Kevin and Windy, don't grow up too fast.</title><content type='html'>It's a week of celebrations in this area of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Kevin the goat arrived. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pricilla&lt;/span&gt; is doing well I understand and you can see the new baby &lt;a href="http://pricillaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-kevin-goat.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Isn't he absolutely adorable? I teared up when I read the news that he had finally made his arrival. I am a little shocked at how much I was looking forward to his birth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pricilla&lt;/span&gt; has been gracious enough to allow me to be Kevin's aunt Jenny. I am so excited. I've never been a goat aunt before but how hard can it be? With my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt; all I had to do was babysit and spoil them rotten. Welcome Kevin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also &lt;a href="http://www.junkdrawerblog.com/2009/04/windys-not-a-baby-anymore.html"&gt;Windy's birthday today&lt;/a&gt;. Windy turns one. What a big girl she is. I can't believe it has already been a year. How time flies. Hopefully she won't fly away anytime soon. She is still just a little girl. Kathy is celebrating with a cake. If you work with her you are to stop by and eat some cake, lots of cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-693336864045296693?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/693336864045296693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=693336864045296693' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/693336864045296693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/693336864045296693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/04/kevin-and-windy-dont-grow-up-too-fast.html' title='Kevin and Windy, don&apos;t grow up too fast.'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-8874523043944579658</id><published>2009-04-03T09:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:47:32.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>Do you tweet? Or is it twit? I don't know. I joined Twitter a few months back. I'm not really sure I get it however. I see all these articles and stories about how addicting Twitter is yet I have yet to become addicted myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can follow me &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/redheadranting"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and I will most likely follow you back if your page is open to the general public. I get several requests a day to follow other twits but many times the pages have been removed or are locked. Why am I alerted to these pages? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd appreciate it if someone would tell me how Twitter is supposed to make my life better because I haven't figured it out. I feed all my blog posts into twitter and if the title is provocative I see a few visitors from Twitter but I tend to get lost in all the Tweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because I don't hang around Twitter enough. If I see someone tweet something and I respond to it I don't usually wait for them to respond to my response. In all the hundreds of followers I am following and all the people following me I assume no one is paying attention unless I write about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Forex&lt;/span&gt; or ED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me how I am supposed to get addicted to Twitter, I really need another vice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-8874523043944579658?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/8874523043944579658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=8874523043944579658' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8874523043944579658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8874523043944579658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/04/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-5672364599723340703</id><published>2009-03-20T21:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:08:27.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheeseheads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/ScRLwFv0vBI/AAAAAAAAAME/gGVYsEsBAs4/s1600-h/DSCF0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/ScRLwFv0vBI/AAAAAAAAAME/gGVYsEsBAs4/s200/DSCF0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315456749752597522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Click to make bigger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of spring even though I woke up to fresh snow on our newly found grass. It melted soon enough but still not what I want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually summer will be here and when it is it brings all the Cheeseheads out on the lakes. At least the lakes in Wisconsin. This picture was taken last July 4th. This is what happens to people from Wisconsin when they haven't had football in a several months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-5672364599723340703?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/5672364599723340703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=5672364599723340703' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/5672364599723340703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/5672364599723340703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/ScRLwFv0vBI/AAAAAAAAAME/gGVYsEsBAs4/s72-c/DSCF0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-7071433550558481626</id><published>2009-03-16T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:15:00.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the casserole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jingles by jack'/><title type='text'>The Casserole</title><content type='html'>Some people praise, exhalt, extoll&lt;br /&gt;The glories of the casserole.&lt;br /&gt;Some others eat and say they're sunk&lt;br /&gt;Filled up with slippery, nameless GUNK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jingles by Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-7071433550558481626?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/7071433550558481626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=7071433550558481626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7071433550558481626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7071433550558481626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/03/casserole_16.html' title='The Casserole'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3443247189662270417</id><published>2009-03-15T16:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:14:17.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jingles by jack'/><title type='text'>Who Knows?</title><content type='html'>If I had a chance to think things back,&lt;br /&gt;Where would I start - alas, alack?&lt;br /&gt;Would I erase my mark of pen?&lt;br /&gt;Or write the same thing once again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jingles by Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3443247189662270417?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3443247189662270417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3443247189662270417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3443247189662270417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3443247189662270417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-knows.html' title='Who Knows?'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-2264425458473552376</id><published>2009-03-10T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:53:00.113-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='far out'/><title type='text'>Far Out</title><content type='html'>Some people dream of lotus land&lt;br /&gt;And no one is the wiser.&lt;br /&gt;While some, when ill, just take a pill&lt;br /&gt;We call a tranquilizer.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why we shrink from life?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I shouldn't wonder.&lt;br /&gt;For everyone prefers the sun&lt;br /&gt;To rain and hail and thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jingles by Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-2264425458473552376?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/2264425458473552376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=2264425458473552376' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/2264425458473552376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/2264425458473552376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/03/far-out.html' title='Far Out'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-8944249798900403343</id><published>2009-03-09T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:53:19.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Dow'/><title type='text'>The Dow Is Down</title><content type='html'>I cannot view with much panache&lt;br /&gt;If there will be a fiscal crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I hold my ball point pen&lt;br /&gt;I'll scratch out if and write in when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jingles by Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-8944249798900403343?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/8944249798900403343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=8944249798900403343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8944249798900403343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8944249798900403343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/03/dow-is-down.html' title='The Dow Is Down'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6939253709031356405</id><published>2009-03-07T17:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:39:00.698-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jingles by jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Better Late than Never'/><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never</title><content type='html'>I got your card today at noon.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's 40 days too soon.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Thursday, June 0-6&lt;br /&gt;I fell I've crossed the river Styx.&lt;br /&gt;For I am riding life's nice wave,&lt;br /&gt;So do not rush me to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;For time, God knows, moves fast nough&lt;br /&gt;As we drag on not up to snuff.&lt;br /&gt;It's awfully nice to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for my quick debut.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really 62, you see,&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel like 63.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jingles by Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6939253709031356405?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6939253709031356405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6939253709031356405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6939253709031356405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6939253709031356405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/03/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-522616607887815798</id><published>2009-03-06T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:36:00.207-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Commode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jingles by jack'/><title type='text'>Our Commode</title><content type='html'>We flush our John, the water swirls&lt;br /&gt;Like lithesome, graceful ballet girls.&lt;br /&gt;But when the water's quiet and cool&lt;br /&gt;There still remains one lonely stool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jingles by Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-522616607887815798?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/522616607887815798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=522616607887815798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/522616607887815798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/522616607887815798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-commode.html' title='Our Commode'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-309547436999864612</id><published>2009-03-05T17:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:36:46.920-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelists'/><title type='text'>Evangelists</title><content type='html'>My grandfather put together a collection of his poems and jingles back in 1976. He self published the little book and gave it to all his friends and family. He wrote constantly. I have boxes and boxes of his writings. Some poems are scribbled on cocktail napkins, newspaper crossword puzzles, whatever he had handy. For the next few posts I will be sharing some of them with all of you. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evangelists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not an ordinary male.&lt;br /&gt;Religiously I am beyond the pale.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like religious teaching&lt;br /&gt;That ends up in beseeching&lt;br /&gt;Pontificating over hill and dale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each has his separate new deal.&lt;br /&gt;Each church its individual spiel.&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing members from each other&lt;br /&gt;putting brother against brother.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to pinch them all and hear them squeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whatever faith that you may choose&lt;br /&gt;You've simply got to hand it to the Jews&lt;br /&gt;If they must, they're in there fighting&lt;br /&gt;But they are not proselytizing&lt;br /&gt;Which, religiously, is odd but not bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evangelists can rant and rave and boast&lt;br /&gt;About how well they know the Holy Ghost&lt;br /&gt;So they preach without abate&lt;br /&gt;While the ushers fill the plate&lt;br /&gt;Getting sinners to swell the heavenly host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jingles by Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-309547436999864612?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/309547436999864612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=309547436999864612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/309547436999864612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/309547436999864612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/03/evangelists.html' title='Evangelists'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-1879305946403264656</id><published>2009-03-03T12:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:27:48.667-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers block'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keywords'/><title type='text'>Do you need a lawyer, got a DUI in Newport Beach?</title><content type='html'>I just found this list of keywords on one of those SEO blogs. 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/&gt;arizona family law     $48.26&lt;br /&gt;lasik eye surgery new york     $47.82&lt;br /&gt;dc dui lawyer     $47.81&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-1879305946403264656?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/1879305946403264656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=1879305946403264656' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1879305946403264656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1879305946403264656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-need-lawyer-got-dui-in-newport.html' title='Do you need a lawyer, got a DUI in Newport Beach?'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3594141049995334449</id><published>2009-03-02T14:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:41:02.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down ears'/><title type='text'>Why Do Dogs Have Big Ears?</title><content type='html'>My daughter asked me this questions a few days ago. I did not have an answer for her. I thought about all the biological reasons a dog might have big floppy ears or as my daughter calls them, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; ears as opposed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; ears which little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yippy&lt;/span&gt; dogs seem to have. We don't do little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yippy&lt;/span&gt; dogs in this house and certainly not dogs with up ears. I like big, stupid dogs who sleep all day and night and bark every now and then to let the hoodlums know not to mess with our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really didn't know why dogs have ears like they do. Until today when I looked over at Stanley and noticed that his ear is placed strategically to keep the sun out of his eyes so he can sleep in the sun. It all makes sense now. I wish I had big down ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SaxDgVIA8KI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LyubQ-jloT8/s1600-h/DSCF2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SaxDgVIA8KI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LyubQ-jloT8/s200/DSCF2012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308692283468607650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might actually explain why little yippy dogs with up ears are so hyper. They don't get a full 23.5 hours of sleep each day like other dogs. They can't since they have up ears and they probably have to compensate for that by drinking a lot of coffee and then run around the house like a bat out of hell because they are so wired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3594141049995334449?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3594141049995334449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3594141049995334449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3594141049995334449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3594141049995334449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-dogs-have-big-ears.html' title='Why Do Dogs Have Big Ears?'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SaxDgVIA8KI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LyubQ-jloT8/s72-c/DSCF2012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3701317331756551282</id><published>2009-02-26T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:22:59.279-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tampering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best by dates'/><title type='text'>What does this date actually mean?</title><content type='html'>With all the panic about peanut butter and food poisoning and what not and with the government stimulating the economy with a bunch of stupid pork why don't they regulate the "sell by" dates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened a can of tuna today, the date on the top of the can said best by Sept. 10, 2010. Does this mean I need to let it age? Does this mean it is at its peak of freshness in another year and a half? How fresh can dead fish really be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have salad dressing that has a date of 2007 on it. It's still perfectly good but it says to use by this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished a jar of peanut butter that was from 2006. It was unopened so I assumed it was fine which it was. No one got sick and I knew it had not been tainted by the current peanut poison going around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame all of this on the guy who tampered with Tylenol decades ago. Tampering, what a nice word. Prior to the tampering I could open a bottle of salad dressing and smell it to see if I liked it or not. I could actually open a bottle of pills without feeling worse than I already did and eating lunch in the grocery store while shopping was much easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3701317331756551282?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3701317331756551282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3701317331756551282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3701317331756551282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3701317331756551282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-does-this-date-actually-mean.html' title='What does this date actually mean?'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-7706036360531552384</id><published>2009-02-24T19:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:03:36.537-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Musical Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thoughts Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordless Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Thirteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hell does anyone actually blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-7706036360531552384?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/7706036360531552384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=7706036360531552384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7706036360531552384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7706036360531552384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-thoughts-tuesday.html' title='Random Thoughts Tuesday'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-2558146795517885715</id><published>2009-02-23T13:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:51:47.015-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duh Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinder'/><title type='text'>Duh Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SaL9doKUcRI/AAAAAAAAALk/7liKEwcEqcs/s1600-h/scan0012+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SaL9doKUcRI/AAAAAAAAALk/7liKEwcEqcs/s200/scan0012+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306081996434600210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOLCats&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;a href="http://redheadranting.blogspot.com/2009/02/cats-who-cant-spell.html"&gt;ranted&lt;/a&gt; about the fact that these cats can't spell or use proper grammar and I thought that would be the end of it. No, it's not. I see more and more of these stupid blogs each day and so I decided if I can't fight them I can join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing DUH Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs can't spell and they have no idea what grammar is but if they could and did they would use both correctly since dogs like to please everyone. Dogs also can't type and they don't need to since even they know that a picture is worth a thousand words, which they couldn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Cinder. She has flour on her face. I don't remember why. This was taken during the late 80's when I was in college. I'm sure drinking was involved somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-2558146795517885715?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/2558146795517885715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=2558146795517885715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/2558146795517885715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/2558146795517885715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/02/duh-dogs.html' title='Duh Dogs'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SaL9doKUcRI/AAAAAAAAALk/7liKEwcEqcs/s72-c/scan0012+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-5736222690831069575</id><published>2009-02-17T13:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:30:21.836-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher Moore'/><title type='text'>Fool by Christopher Moore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Fool-Novel-Christopher-Moore/dp/0060590319"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZsbR_HsSUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PUZ2Tyn8I4w/s200/fool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303862981974313282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fool-Novel-Christopher-Moore/dp/0060590319"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Christopher Moore last week. I knew he was working on another book but I had no idea when it might be coming out. I was pleased to see an ad for it from Borders in my in box. Usually I just junk these solicitations but I'm glad I took a look at this one. I dashed right out and picked up a copy of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fool&lt;/span&gt; is the story of King Lear told from the perspective of his faithful jester Pocket. I wish Chris Moore had been writing this stuff when I was in high school. I loved English but Shakespeare sucked. I would have paid a lot more attention had King Lear been this funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is funny. It might be just the placebo effect for me when I read Chris Moore. He could write the Winona phone book and it would be funny. Of course the Winona phone book is probably funny anyway but Chris Moore would make it extra funny I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading his books a little over two years ago. I had picked up &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dirty-Job-Novel-Christopher-Moore/dp/0060590270"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Dirty Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, based completely on the cover of the book, but had set it aside while I finished a remodel project that took all my time. In September of 2006 my father unexpectedly died and I needed something to distract me from the reality that was going on in my house. Dad left behind a mess and left me in charge of my mother and it was very stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Dirty Job&lt;/span&gt; gave me a much needed break from reality. It was the first book that ever made me wet my pants, David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sedaris&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Me-Talk-Pretty-One-Day/dp/0316776963"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me Talk Pretty One Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, is the only other author to do so.  After I finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Dirty Job&lt;/span&gt; I went out and picked up all his other books. I have given them as gifts and recommended them to anyone who is looking for a great read. Sadly there are many people in my family who just don't get his writing. They are idiots and I am sorry I am related to them for this reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cromely.blogspot.com/2009/02/christopher-moore-el-fudge.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cromely's&lt;/span&gt; World&lt;/a&gt; has done a great review of the book and that bastard actually got to meet Christopher Moore at a book signing. He even got his picture taken with him. I am so jealous. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cromely&lt;/span&gt; has reviewed many of Mr. Moore's works and he does a much better job than I could ever do so please check them out if you haven't been convinced yet to run out and buy all of Christopher Moore's books. You will not be sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-5736222690831069575?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/5736222690831069575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=5736222690831069575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/5736222690831069575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/5736222690831069575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/02/fool-by-christopher-moore.html' title='Fool by Christopher Moore'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZsbR_HsSUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PUZ2Tyn8I4w/s72-c/fool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6361884743726502586</id><published>2009-02-15T16:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:39:45.123-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbies in the snow'/><title type='text'>Barbie Picking Time is Here</title><content type='html'>My daughter picked the Barbies. I'm sure they are pleased to be inside the house where it is nice and warm. I'm sure they are none too please to have spent the last six months outside in only their bikinis. Maybe next time they will dress appropriately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6361884743726502586?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6361884743726502586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6361884743726502586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6361884743726502586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6361884743726502586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/02/barbie-picking-time-is-here.html' title='Barbie Picking Time is Here'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-1347141324148177972</id><published>2009-02-11T16:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:11:37.167-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbies in the snow'/><title type='text'>Barbie Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZNbHekpJhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8dxM12_dkI8/s1600-h/DSCF0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZNbHekpJhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8dxM12_dkI8/s200/DSCF0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301681370369173010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had some more snow melt and as you can see the Barbies are almost ready to be picked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-1347141324148177972?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/1347141324148177972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=1347141324148177972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1347141324148177972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1347141324148177972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/02/barbie-update.html' title='Barbie Update'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZNbHekpJhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8dxM12_dkI8/s72-c/DSCF0909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-5205277509964917149</id><published>2009-02-10T08:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:11:00.760-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday boy'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZD3b_1aKcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/50dfvh2lGM4/s1600-h/scan0019+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZD3b_1aKcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/50dfvh2lGM4/s200/scan0019+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301008821779048898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZD3buyoifI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VwlBNPr1F0s/s1600-h/Grandpa+and+Alex+7-1995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZD3buyoifI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VwlBNPr1F0s/s200/Grandpa+and+Alex+7-1995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301008817204005362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my baby boy's birthday today! That's him with his grandpa, his biggest fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get off the road, he's 16. Actually he is a very good driver, he doesn't fit in the car very well, both his knees straddle the steering wheel and he can't seem to stoop low enough to see through the windshield but other than that he is a very confidant driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my baby is already 16 years old. It seems like just yesterday he was making himself home at the neighbor lady's house who made a habit of feeding him animal crackers. He still walks into to strangers homes but only because he isn't sure where his friends live and he is directionally challenged. Thankfully his father is getting him a GPS for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to get all mushy here but I will say that no other baby had as round of a head as he did. I'm told this was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he was born via cesarean section but I'm pretty sure that doesn't explain why it looked like he had a bowling ball on his shoulders. He had no hair for the first two years of his life and thus the shape of his head was rather outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been a rather easy kid to raise. He's smarter than me so I haven't had to help him with homework and he is a natural geek so he likes to bury himself in computer manuals which has saved me numerous times. He can't put a dish in the dishwasher to save his life but he has learned that when he used my bathroom he better lift and then put down the seat when he is finished. I was never able to teach his father to do that so I am impressed with his ability to learn.  And he is turning into a pretty good cook if you like macaroni and cheese made with Velveeta and bacon. Who doesn't, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday baby boy! May the next 16 years be even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go out and get a job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-5205277509964917149?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/5205277509964917149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=5205277509964917149' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/5205277509964917149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/5205277509964917149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-baby-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday Baby Boy'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZD3b_1aKcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/50dfvh2lGM4/s72-c/scan0019+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6684228831487304671</id><published>2009-02-08T13:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:37:39.451-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harvest time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbies in the snow'/><title type='text'>The Barbie Harvest of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SY80W8iLj_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CMRwd-1D4wQ/s1600-h/DSCF0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SY80W8iLj_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CMRwd-1D4wQ/s200/DSCF0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300512855249620978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the winter is coming to a close soon. Not because of the recent Groundhog shadow viewing but because, like the tulips that will soon emerge from the dirt, the Barbies are poking their heads out from the frozen horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter planted these Barbies in November of last year. She didn't think they would emerge so soon but here they are in all their splendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will still be months before we can harvest them from the ground. I tried to pull them but they are still firmly rooted in the ice that lies beneath the pristine snow. It's never good to harvest the Barbies too soon, we don't want to lose a leg or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6684228831487304671?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6684228831487304671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6684228831487304671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6684228831487304671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6684228831487304671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/02/barbie-harvest-of-2009.html' title='The Barbie Harvest of 2009'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SY80W8iLj_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CMRwd-1D4wQ/s72-c/DSCF0901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6812564503718322152</id><published>2009-02-03T19:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:56:19.551-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Flo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice from men'/><title type='text'>Helpful Tips for when Aunt Flo Visits</title><content type='html'>I ran across this blog today and it really made me laugh. &lt;a href="http://pmsresearch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dr. Jarret Morrow's PMS Research Updates&lt;/a&gt; is a helpful blog giving all sorts of tips on how to alleviate or minimize the symptoms of PMS. Especially entertaining are these helpful tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat &lt;b&gt;smaller, more frequent meals&lt;/b&gt; to  reduce bloating and the sensation of fullness. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eat &lt;b&gt;complex carbohydrates&lt;/b&gt; such as whole  grain breads, pasta, and cereals. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cut back on sugar and fat&lt;/b&gt; in your diet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avoid salt&lt;/b&gt;  for the last days before your period to reduce bloating and fluid  retention. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avoid caffeine&lt;/b&gt; intake to feel less tense and irritable. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avoid alcoholic beverages&lt;/b&gt;. Consuming alcohol before your  period can make you feel more depressed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Choose foods  rich in &lt;b&gt;calcium.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Increase  consumption &lt;b&gt;of dietary fiber.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but when I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PMSing&lt;/span&gt; I will drive to the 7-11 (and we don't even have them here anymore) at 2AM to get my big bag of peanut M&amp;amp;Ms.  Usually when it is clear that Aunt Flo is going to be making a visit I am sure to have a magnum or box of any cheap wine at my disposal. Caffeine is the only way I can start the day, especially after all the booze I consumed the night before. Caffeine also makes me pee so I know it is helping to get rid of the bloat. As for the rest if I was able to summon any of my willpower, which I have very little of in the first place, I wouldn't use it to avoid sugar, simple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; or trying to eat frequent meals (this one isn't a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; at all). I use my willpower to prevent running over all the idiots on the road who refuse to use their blinkers. I use my willpower to not tell everyone off who looks at me funny. And they all look at me funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I can't be bothered to dress properly when my clothes don't fit once a month and I have acne worse than my 15 year old son. Acne and gray hair and wrinkles is God's way of getting back at me for skipping out on church for the last 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find most amusing about this helpful website is that it is written by a man. Obviously the only reason this guy is blogging about helpful PMS alleviating tips is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; his wife or girlfriend has ripped him a new one every month and he is tired of it. I appreciate his attempt to solve the riddle of menstruation but taking advice from a guy on how to handle the symptoms of PMS better is like taking advice from a guy on how to handle the symptoms of PMS. It's not a typo, I just couldn't think of anything more ridiculous than a guy seriously telling women how to handle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; PMS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6812564503718322152?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6812564503718322152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6812564503718322152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6812564503718322152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6812564503718322152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/02/helpful-tips-for-when-aunt-flo-visits.html' title='Helpful Tips for when Aunt Flo Visits'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6268805069673577794</id><published>2009-01-30T15:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:14:27.876-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>I give up.</title><content type='html'>I have lost the battle of the shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't even be complaining about this since half the country to the south and east of me got dumped on in the last few days but I have thrown in the towel. Or shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit. I'm done shoveling for the season. We have had a few nuisance snow falls in the last week. Not a huge amount, not even an inch but enough that should be shoveled. The problem is it has snowed in the middle of the day and people have walked through it trampling it down making it next to impossible to get under with a shovel. I just don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even care to nag my son to take care of it. Winter has won, I concede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have not been dumped on like everyone else lately. We haven't had an ice storm either. But unlike the people in Ohio and Washington DC our snow is not going to melt by next week. I still have November 2008 snow. It's not going anywhere for at least two more months. And March is our snowiest month. We usually get a foot or so in one storm on around the 3rd or 4th of March. Just watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of the cold and I am sick of the snow. I am tired of the bottom of my pants always being wet. I'm tired of cleaning up the snow that comes in the house when people take off their boots, snowpants, gloves, hats, mittens and scarves which are all covered in snow because the novelty has not worn off for them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want spring. Now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6268805069673577794?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6268805069673577794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6268805069673577794' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6268805069673577794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6268805069673577794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-give-up.html' title='I give up.'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-4055538915384758314</id><published>2009-01-25T20:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:11:52.417-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A World of Progress'/><title type='text'>A World of Progress</title><content type='html'>I have been asked to contribute to a great new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ezine&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://awopmag.blogspot.com/"&gt;A World of Progress&lt;/a&gt;. I will be contributing to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TeamZine&lt;/span&gt; by posting articles from the right, coincidentally called &lt;a href="http://awopmag-theright.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Right&lt;/a&gt;. Please go and check out the zine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-4055538915384758314?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/4055538915384758314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=4055538915384758314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4055538915384758314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4055538915384758314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/world-of-progress.html' title='A World of Progress'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-4250429211011837453</id><published>2009-01-22T23:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:33:24.671-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lot'/><title type='text'>Pet Peeve of the Week</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I have run across this a lot of times this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it when people over the age of 6 do not know how to spell &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's two words! Not one. The word is not alot or allot. It is TWO WORDS. A Lot, as in a bunch of stuff or many things. Short for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot of&lt;/span&gt; X. X being cars or penguins or toe nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were one word it would be pronounced completely differently. How is it that people mess this one up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says stupid like using &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-4250429211011837453?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/4250429211011837453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=4250429211011837453' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4250429211011837453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4250429211011837453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/pet-peeve-of-week.html' title='Pet Peeve of the Week'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6968949972940842321</id><published>2009-01-21T20:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:08:56.179-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Instant Messaging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gmail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communicating with your children in this technical age'/><title type='text'>The Duh Award Goes to Me</title><content type='html'>From the files of Why Didn't I Think of This Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a typical mom. Typical for my generation where if you want something of your children you spend a great deal of time nagging and then yelling. Our house has three levels. Basement, where son's room is, main floor, where the kitchen is, and the second floor, where my office is. When the kids are home I am usually in the kitchen preparing them wonderfully comforting meals that will forever ruin their ability to be served a home cooked meal by their spouse or significant others. At least that is my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually while cooking I am also nagging them to do their chores. I start out by asking very politely and eventually, when I am ignored long enough, I switch over to my mother and start to yell. Either up stairs or downstairs depending on the location of the kids. When I have had enough I go to them and stand their, with hands on my hips, and stare at them until they move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate nagging and I have a bad knee so going up and down the stairs more than 48 times a day starts to annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it dawned on me that we have all this technology that I could have been using to lessen the wear and tear on my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text messaging and instant messaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell didn't I figure this out before? I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; the older one for years with regard to pick up times and reminders of dental appointments. Why has this been so hard to figure out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am one of those people who does not understand why kids will take the time to type out a 140 character message when they are sitting right next to the person they are trying to communicate with. I don't understand why they don't just talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because of all this technology that our kids, MY kids, are able to tune us out without the use of LSD or other drugs that we used to tune our parents out. Our kids are consummate multi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;taskers&lt;/span&gt;. They watch TV, listen to their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;, play video games and do their homework all while talking on the phone and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; someone else. It's no wonder they can't hear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; screaming at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight instead of yelling I grabbed my phone and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; my son to take out the garbage. I actually got his attention and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me back that he would...right away. After about 30 seconds I logged onto my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gmail&lt;/span&gt; account and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IM'ed&lt;/span&gt; him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;! He is the one who convinced me to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gmail&lt;/span&gt; account and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he sends me, in email, all of the links to things he wants for his birthday or Christmas I have his email and can see when he is online. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;IM'ed&lt;/span&gt; several times in a very short time span. It annoyed him so much he came upstairs and took out the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was up out of his man cave he asked if there was anything else I wanted him to do. I told him there was nothing else to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited until he was settled and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; him that he needed to clean out the cat pan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6968949972940842321?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6968949972940842321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6968949972940842321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6968949972940842321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6968949972940842321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/duh-award-goes-to-me.html' title='The Duh Award Goes to Me'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-7950723807520987226</id><published>2009-01-19T21:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:42:05.558-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mug Shots'/><title type='text'>Obama Mug Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SXVHoT24dcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OSNzu4ejGgo/s1600-h/obamamugshots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SXVHoT24dcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OSNzu4ejGgo/s200/obamamugshots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293215694894691778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Click to make bigger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are actual mug shots. There seems to be a pattern....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-7950723807520987226?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/7950723807520987226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=7950723807520987226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7950723807520987226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7950723807520987226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama-mug-shots.html' title='Obama Mug Shots'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SXVHoT24dcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OSNzu4ejGgo/s72-c/obamamugshots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-989968844506421579</id><published>2009-01-19T12:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:04:46.934-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerd test'/><title type='text'>Cool High Nerd</title><content type='html'>I took the nerd test and scored as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool High Nerd&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not sure this is good or bad. I totally missed all the questions about Star Wars and Battle Star Galactic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_nt2.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/badge/nt2/bcf7059a9f91330f.png" alt="NerdTests.com says I'm a Cool High Nerd.  Click here to take the Nerd Test, get nerdy images and jokes, and write on the nerd forum!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-989968844506421579?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/989968844506421579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=989968844506421579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/989968844506421579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/989968844506421579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/cool-high-nerd.html' title='Cool High Nerd'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6752228626452574960</id><published>2009-01-18T22:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:19:00.328-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog update'/><title type='text'>Blog roll update</title><content type='html'>If you'd like to be on my blogroll, and are willing to list me on yours, please leave your URL in the comment section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6752228626452574960?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6752228626452574960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6752228626452574960' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6752228626452574960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6752228626452574960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-roll-update.html' title='Blog roll update'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3500440558061556462</id><published>2009-01-18T14:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:17:28.042-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calorie free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracle noodles'/><title type='text'>Miracle Noodles</title><content type='html'>Have you seen this stuff? Noodles that have no calories. They are made out of soluble fiber so your body doesn't absorb them. I can't wait to try these! I try to keep carbs down to a minimum but it's not easy and there are times during the month where I have to have them. They don't look like they have a whole lot of taste but throw some veggies and chicken in with them and I bet they are pretty good. I'm going to order some and see how they taste. I guess you don't even need to cook them, which admittedly is a bit odd. I hope these aren't like those potato chips that were fried in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olestra"&gt;Olestra&lt;/a&gt; years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scroll down you'll find a link to the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3500440558061556462?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3500440558061556462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3500440558061556462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3500440558061556462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3500440558061556462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/miracle-noodles.html' title='Miracle Noodles'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-7576675050784572766</id><published>2009-01-16T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:50:11.721-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><title type='text'>I have learned...</title><content type='html'>That more people comment when the post is short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-7576675050784572766?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/7576675050784572766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=7576675050784572766' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7576675050784572766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7576675050784572766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-learned.html' title='I have learned...'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-8548998454738106332</id><published>2009-01-15T18:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:25:31.977-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malibu sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tahoe rocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper cables'/><title type='text'>Jumper Cables</title><content type='html'>My car wouldn't start today. It's a relatively new Chevy Malibu. The car hates me. It has since I drove it off the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within three days of owning the vehicle someone pulled a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Starsky&lt;/span&gt; and Hutch move over the hood of my car. I have several minor depressions running over the hood in a diagonal direction. I have asked who caused these depressions but no one seems to know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Starsky&lt;/span&gt; and Hutch rolls are not covered on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unsurance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Starsky&lt;/span&gt; and Hutch incident a tree decided it would rather lay on the hatchback than to stand tall. It was a bit windy that day and I had just gotten my mother out of the car. If my sister in law had not parked in the mom spot or if I had arrived ten minutes later I wouldn't have a huge dent on the back of my car. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unsurance&lt;/span&gt; deductible was interestingly the same amount that the it would cost to repair my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my car decided not to start today I wasn't all that surprised. Luckily I have a spare truck. My truck is 13 years old. It is also my baby and it loves me. My truck has protected me and my son in two very bad accidents. Every piece of the body has been replaced or repaired except for the roof. I bought the truck with 90,000 miles already on it and have put another 130,000 on it myself. It still purrs and can haul ass up any hill. I love my truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside (in -20 F temps I might add) to start my baby. It fired up on the first try. I drove it to my car, hooked up the jumper cables and hopped in the truck to keep warm. After about five minutes I tried to start the car. Nothing. I got back into the truck, gave it some gas and waited for another few minutes. Nothing. I got out, juggled the connections on both vehicles and got back in the truck to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was attracting attention. Several of the neighborhood men came out to lend me a hand. They jiggled the connection, asked me to give the truck some gas, fiddled again with the connections and then grabbed their chins and thought about it. Apparently they decided that more jiggling of the cables was necessary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; that is what they both did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born and raised in Minnesota. Cold like this happens usually once a year though apparently it has been five years since it has been this cold. I remember it being much colder when I was kid. I also remember walking to school in this weather, up hill, both ways, with little more than a windbreaker on. Today's kids are wusses. Anyway, since I have spent most of my formative years in this godforsaken ice box I know how to use jumper cables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure these guys knew I knew how to use jumper cables. Now don't get me wrong I was happy to have the assistance and the company but I could have told them that it wasn't working without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;continuing&lt;/span&gt; to jiggle the damn connections. What good does it do after the third of fourth jiggle? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knew why my car wasn't turning over. Well,  I did, it was too fucking cold and the car hates me. The guys left after removing the cables for me which I thanked them profusely for doing. They wished me luck and since it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt; I didn't need a ride they went back to their homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bagged the whole thing and went inside myself. The temperature is supposed to reach 20 degrees on Saturday and 30 on Monday. By then my car will have had enough. If the damn thing would start I would put it into the garage where it could be warmer. Since my truck is starting just fine it got the whole garage to itself. That will teach my Malibu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-8548998454738106332?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/8548998454738106332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=8548998454738106332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8548998454738106332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8548998454738106332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/jumper-cables.html' title='Jumper Cables'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3909228209781055334</id><published>2009-01-13T18:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:28:11.679-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how cold is it?'/><title type='text'>How Cold Is It?</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a bloggy friend the other day and I was telling her how cold it was here in the upper Midwest town of St. Paul. I was searching for a metaphor other than "a witch's tit" because I really don't know how cold that is but I'm pretty sure it is colder than that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was -15 degrees Fahrenheit without the windchill. It is supposed to be -20 tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how cold is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's so cold..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's as cold as a ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me fill in the blanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3909228209781055334?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3909228209781055334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3909228209781055334' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3909228209781055334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3909228209781055334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-cold-is-it.html' title='How Cold Is It?'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-7417323584294219995</id><published>2009-01-12T22:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:41:50.458-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyespi20'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='functional shmunctional'/><title type='text'>It's like new shoes!</title><content type='html'>What do you think of this new banner? Pretty cool eh? &lt;a href="http://eyespi20.com/"&gt;eyespi20.com&lt;/a&gt; made it for me. I love it. I feel like I just got new shoes. She did a wonderful job on this and since I am not the least bit creative she even came up with the design for me. I offered no input and couldn't be happier with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://functionalshmunctional.blogspot.com/"&gt;Grandy&lt;/a&gt; was the one who turned me on to this wonderful graphics artist so be sure to check out her blog which is really hard to spell late at night and I'm not even going to try. Just click on the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these gals are going to get their widgets on my blog as soon as I can figure out how to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-7417323584294219995?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/7417323584294219995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=7417323584294219995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7417323584294219995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7417323584294219995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-like-new-shoes.html' title='It&apos;s like new shoes!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-8039793351011351774</id><published>2009-01-12T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:11:27.922-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>I'm playing around...testing</title><content type='html'>I'm testing a lot of things here so please ignore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-8039793351011351774?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/8039793351011351774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=8039793351011351774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8039793351011351774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8039793351011351774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-playing-aroundtesting.html' title='I&apos;m playing around...testing'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3861589450404838994</id><published>2009-01-12T13:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:45:50.197-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plumbing problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urge to go'/><title type='text'>I have to pee</title><content type='html'>I'm having some plumbing problems &lt;a href="http://redheadranting.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-must-be-monday.html"&gt;today&lt;/a&gt;. Not me, but my house. My house is falling apart on my lately and I'm getting a bit tired of it. This morning when my son woke me at 1:13 am to tell me that the basement was flooded I knew it was going to be on of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surveyed the situation and told him not to use the water of flush, I would call someone in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I checked on it this morning all the water that was on the floor last night was gone. I wrongly assumed (hoped) the problem had taken care of itself. After all the house owes me. It's been crapping out on me left right and center so I figured a little good karma was coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back upstairs and took a shower. Big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mess was back with a vengeance. I tried to plunge it out but it wasn't helping. I had to call a plumber. I hate calling "people" but I knew there was nothing I could do about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually considered cracking a beer at 7:40 am. It was either that or crawl back into bed until someone arrived to take care of the whole thing. I just didn't want to deal with this crap anymore. I didn't have the beer and I didn't go back to bed but I sure wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I want to know. Why is it that when I can't use water, and I especially can't flush, why do I need to go to the bathroom like every ten minutes? Have I developed a prostate problem? Have  developed a prostate? I never have to pee this often and now it's all I can think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about going to a neighbors house but none of the ones I know are home during the day. I thought about going to the gas station but those bathrooms are really gross. I actually considered doing what my dog does and just heading outside. If there wasn't a foot of snow on the ground I might have actually done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has really messed up my morning. I am behind at least three Diet Cokes. Coffee makes me want to pee more. Not only do I have to pee like a...a.. girl on a road trip (best I could come up with) but I'm tired and cranky for not getting my caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to get better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3861589450404838994?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3861589450404838994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3861589450404838994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3861589450404838994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3861589450404838994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-to-pee.html' title='I have to pee'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-9217723876730513753</id><published>2009-01-11T21:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:48:26.770-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedipaw'/><title type='text'>The PediPaws</title><content type='html'>This is not a paid advertisement or review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I picked up the &lt;a href="https://www.buypedipaws.com/?mid=510223&amp;amp;affiliateID=42918"&gt;PediPaws&lt;/a&gt;. I'm sure most have you have seen this advertised on late night tv. Its basically an emery board for dogs. The contraption is not unlike the tool nail salons use to smooth out acrylic nails on people. Sometimes it can hurt, but only because they are filing down the top part of your nail. This is meant to shave down the longest part not the top . However I thought that this would be a better tool to use on Stanley than cutting his nails. I tried this once but cut the quick and he has never let me forget it. Being a basset with oddly positioned feet his nails grow rather long and also due to the way his paws are positioned on his body his nails don't get worn down when he runs around. The &lt;a href="https://www.buypedipaws.com/?mid=510223&amp;amp;affiliateID=42918"&gt;PediPaws&lt;/a&gt; seemed like a humane answer to this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redheadranting.blogspot.com/2008/12/bassador.html"&gt;Stanleys&lt;/a&gt; do not like the &lt;a href="https://www.buypedipaws.com/?mid=510223&amp;amp;affiliateID=42918"&gt;PediPaws&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the commercial there is a very docile dog, probably drugged up, getting his nails filed down. He's loving the attention and shows no sign of pain or anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley was fine with the Pedipaw for the first thirty seconds. I don't think he was in any pain, in fact I know he wasn't. He didn't like the noise it made and probably didn't like the vibration. Honestly the thing looks like a big vibrator but Stanley wouldn't know that. And if he did he'd probably be happy to see me take it out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed the directions and bribed him with some smoked turkey and bacon. Everytime I put his toe nail in the little opening and did a little filing I'd take it off and give him a bite of the treat. Stanley would rather starve than have his nails done. We will have to try again tomorrow. If it doesn't work I'm going to have to make an appointment with the groomers and last time he was there he ended up with a big old doggie black eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-9217723876730513753?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/9217723876730513753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=9217723876730513753' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/9217723876730513753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/9217723876730513753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/pedipaws.html' title='The PediPaws'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-466095682359588545</id><published>2009-01-04T10:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:23:43.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids Go Back To School Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited that the kids are going back to school tomorrow. I'm not ready. I have mounds of laundry to do and because of my Christmas Day crap out of all my appliances I have to spend today at the laundromat...again. But that's ok. The kids and I will be back on a regular schedule soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like spending time with my kids but not during the winter so much. We have been cooped up in the house for two weeks and frankly we are getting on each other's nerves. We didn't do anything this winter break. Nothing, no movies, no outings, nothing. They had friends over the whole time which was great for them and their friends parents but I want my house back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, after they go to school, I plan on cleaning the house from top to bottom. We will all three of us eat at the same time at the same place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-466095682359588545?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/466095682359588545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=466095682359588545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/466095682359588545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/466095682359588545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2009/01/kids-go-back-to-school-tomorrow.html' title='The Kids Go Back To School Tomorrow'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-2582289615489841881</id><published>2008-12-28T13:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:39:35.819-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lemmondrops'/><title type='text'>When life hands you lemmons</title><content type='html'>I've had a pretty rough go of it lately. Nothing major, no health issues and my kids are fine. I've just been hit by my house and some of my relationships. Pretty hard. I need to do some reorganizing with a lot of things in my life. If you want to catch up you can read about it here at &lt;a href="http://redheadranting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Redhead Ranting&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not depressed and I know things will get better, that this is one of the ebbs rather than flows. This too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my Sunday paper today and there was a story of a local woman blogger, Emilie Lemmon, I did not know her though she is from my neighborhood. She was diagnosed with cancer while pregnant with her second child. Emilie died on the 23rd of December leaving behind her husband and two young boys. My heart breaks for all of them. You can read her story at &lt;a href="http://lemmondrops.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lemmondrops&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-2582289615489841881?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/2582289615489841881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=2582289615489841881' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/2582289615489841881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/2582289615489841881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-life-hands-you-lemmons.html' title='When life hands you lemmons'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-8149063959392087390</id><published>2008-12-22T14:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:08:56.419-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley'/><title type='text'>I would love to see how it works in his head</title><content type='html'>I parked my car out front today. Usually I park in the garage but I knew I'd have to drive the kids all over the place and since it's sunny out I thought it'd be nice if the car was warmed up on the inside. My dog sleeps on the guest bed in my office and it looks out over the street. If I am working he is on the bed. When I leave the office he &lt;a href="http://redheadranting.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html"&gt;follows me&lt;/a&gt; to where ever I am going and then jumps back on the bed when I return to the office. When he jumps on the bed he gets a look out at the street and notices my car so he runs downstairs and waits by the door for....me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-8149063959392087390?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/8149063959392087390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=8149063959392087390' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8149063959392087390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8149063959392087390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-would-love-to-see-how-it-works-in-his.html' title='I would love to see how it works in his head'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-2079027509560153489</id><published>2008-12-20T22:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:24:42.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all</title><content type='html'>I'd like to post but I'm so busy with the impending holiday that I don't know if I will be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will return after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a happy holiday to you and yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-2079027509560153489?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/2079027509560153489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=2079027509560153489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/2079027509560153489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/2079027509560153489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-holidays-to.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-1516448121891291887</id><published>2008-12-17T10:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:26:36.253-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this and that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyebrows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet plungers'/><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>What the hell happens to our eyebrows as we age? Back in the 80's I not only had big hair but I had eyebrows that would have put Brooke Shields to shame. I plucked them and kept them orderly but they were thick. I haven't needed to pluck my eyebrows in ages. I need to comb them and cut them but I don't need to pluck them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet was backed up this morning. If there is anything I hate more than cleaning out the cat pan it is plunging a stopped up toilet. The five year old still doesn't know how much toilet paper to use and occasionally stuffs things down there that don't belong. Not like the boy who flushed down five $20 bills once but still. We have two bathroom but the other one is in my son's domain and I am afraid to go in there. I tried to continue to flush the toilet in hopes that it would right itself but no luck. I headed down to the laundry room to get the plunger. When I returned it was all better. The wadded up paper, at least half a roll, was all gone and there was fresh water in there at the normal level. I flushed again just to make sure it wasn't stuck in the pipe and it was good. Is there a plunger fairy, is that how my good karma comes back to me? Instead of winning the lottery is this how I get paid for helping old ladies cross the street? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana over at &lt;a href="http://danajoywyzard.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life is Good&lt;/a&gt; asked for our addictions and I said I would play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not addicted to any pills...yet. I was given a bottle of Valium and Oxycontin when I had my surgery a month ago, you can read about it &lt;a href="http://redheadranting.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-surgery-warning-whining-ahead.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you like, I didn't need any drugs but kept them just in case. The last few weeks have been pretty stressful and I keep thinking I should start taking the Valium. I think I'd like to be addicted to Valium since it has been around so long and so many middle aged women have taken it religiously that there is probably no unknown side effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to yanking my ex husbands chain. I can't do anything outright to vent my frustration with him but I can play little mind games with him. He isn't smart enough to play along and he doesn't understand words that have more than two syllables so it's pretty easy and fairly harmless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-1516448121891291887?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/1516448121891291887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=1516448121891291887' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1516448121891291887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1516448121891291887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/12/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-524683126097807833</id><published>2008-12-15T13:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:18:41.422-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter sucks'/><title type='text'>I hate winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SUa7iSrqoMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rKG-v8Ww7wU/s1600-h/winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SUa7iSrqoMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rKG-v8Ww7wU/s320/winter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280113810943418562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this last year when I couldn't stand the cold anymore. It was probably February or March. It's only December and already it's too damn cold. I don't know why I live here. Yeah I know I have family and all that but really what do they do for me? Not enough to make it worth living in this tundra. I know I have said this too but it bears repeating. If I didn't have to deal with the heat and humidity all summer long this wouldn't be so bad. If I didn't have to run an air conditioner for the majority of the summer I wouldn't feel so bad about my heating bills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-524683126097807833?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/524683126097807833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=524683126097807833' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/524683126097807833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/524683126097807833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/12/damn-cat.html' title='I hate winter'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SUa7iSrqoMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rKG-v8Ww7wU/s72-c/winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-5357582592332128245</id><published>2008-12-11T19:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:48:02.021-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elephants'/><title type='text'>Duh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/28180729/"&gt;Elephants Live Longer in Wild Than Zoo. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? This is a surprise? Who is paying for these studies? I'd like to know because I think it would be great to know if a frazzled divorced mother of two is happier in Cancun without her children than she is being stuck in Minnesota for another two week holiday school break with her kids. I'd be happy to volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SUHCtOneHhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Hq4LJVrhBTc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SUHCtOneHhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Hq4LJVrhBTc/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278714320528481810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-5357582592332128245?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/5357582592332128245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=5357582592332128245' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/5357582592332128245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/5357582592332128245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/12/duh.html' title='Duh'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SUHCtOneHhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Hq4LJVrhBTc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6888580276150695384</id><published>2008-12-10T16:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:46:38.186-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comcast Cable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proactive solutions'/><title type='text'>Comcast</title><content type='html'>My cable company just called me. I don't owe them any money right now so I answered the call. On the other end was a human who spoke English as a first language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comcast Guy: Hello Ms. Jen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comcast Guy: Your cable box isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really? Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comcast Guy: We've been trying to ping it and we can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comcast Guy: Oh, now I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence because I am really confused by this conversation. I'm also wondering if my son has hacked into something causing this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok. Am I supposed to do anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comcast Guy: No it's working now. Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You too.&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell was that all about? Since when does any service provider call a customer when the equipment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; working. Doesn't it ruin their fun if we don't get to sit on hold for 35 minutes just to talk to someone who has no fucking idea what we are talking about? Is business so slow that they are actually being proactive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6888580276150695384?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6888580276150695384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6888580276150695384' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6888580276150695384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6888580276150695384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/12/comcast.html' title='Comcast'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6740652405612546541</id><published>2008-12-09T11:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:30:33.368-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Carols'/><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree Oh Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>It snowed last night. Not enough to close the schools or declare a snow emergency but enough to bring daughter outside with her Barbies. She was planting them in the snow and singing for them. Obviously she can't remember the lyrics to Oh Christmas Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Christmas tree oh Christmas tree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have a big Watusi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She changed it up a bit next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Christmas Bean oh Christmas Bean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your farts smell just like &lt;a href="http://redheadranting.blogspot.com/2008/12/bassador.html"&gt;Stanley's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably shouldn't send her out caroling anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6740652405612546541?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6740652405612546541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6740652405612546541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6740652405612546541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6740652405612546541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-christmas-tree-oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree Oh Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-101960809273844191</id><published>2008-12-07T17:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:54:37.423-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Nicolas Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tooth Fairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candy in the Shoes'/><title type='text'>Dammit!</title><content type='html'>Apparently yesterday was St. Nicholas Day, the holiday where children leave their shoes out and St. Nicholas leaves candy in them. I know this because when my daughter returned home from her weekend at dad's house she immediately went out on the porch and looked at her shoes. She had left her Crocs out for St. Nicholas. She didn't bother to tell me she was doing this, I just assumed that she had left her shoes on the porch. Yes, it's cold and she shouldn't be wearing Crocs this time of year but they don't require tying so she wears them around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was disappointed for a few minutes but forgot about it soon enough. It has not been an issue. I think she still believes in Santa even though the neighbor girl has told her that Santa is not real. I know one little girl who should get a lump of coal in her stocking this year. Daughter still believes in fairies and she is looking forward to the tooth fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she had remiinded me about St. Nicholas Day, I would have thrown some purse candy in them. Now I am going to have to check her teeth each night before bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-101960809273844191?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/101960809273844191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=101960809273844191' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/101960809273844191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/101960809273844191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/12/dammit.html' title='Dammit!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-4700142859666696437</id><published>2008-12-07T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:13:00.369-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things about Jen'/><title type='text'>Some things about me.</title><content type='html'>1. I don't like radishes.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;3. I have lived in 5 different states. MN, WI, TX, CO and WA&lt;br /&gt;4. I have at least 300 books in my house right now. Most I have read.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am afraid of clowns.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have this weird thing about knives in the sink. I imagine a burglar breaking in the back door and grabbing a knife out of the sink. It's just as easy to grab a clean knife out of the block but I can't leave a knife in the sink.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a cat but I am not a cat person. This works out well since the cat is not a people person.&lt;br /&gt;8. I am one of those people who is always cold.&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate wearing shoes but I love to buy them.&lt;br /&gt;10.I make the best Bloody Mary you have ever tasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-4700142859666696437?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/4700142859666696437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=4700142859666696437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4700142859666696437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4700142859666696437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-things-about-me.html' title='Some things about me.'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-5311145876418647255</id><published>2008-12-06T15:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:21:25.656-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabin'/><title type='text'>What a difference 30 years make</title><content type='html'>I was going through my photos that I have stored on the computer. My files are a mess and I need to organize them... badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I ran across this picture of the cabin from 1973. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/STrsat3NgsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ozZ6Egm7t28/s1600-h/Bone+Lake+1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/STrsat3NgsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ozZ6Egm7t28/s320/Bone+Lake+1973.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276789857149878978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents bought the place in 1970 and it was pink when they got it. The painted it white as soon as possible. That's my mom with her back to the cabin. My aunt on the left and my grandmother with her back to the camera. I'm not sure who the person is behind my aunt. That's our dog Snoopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabin when through many changes but eventually ended up looking like this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/STrsbC1XyeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ABRExJgeLu4/s1600-h/DSCF0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/STrsbC1XyeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ABRExJgeLu4/s320/DSCF0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276789862779308514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my dear friend from Seattle and I'm not sure who the child is. We had many friends come and visit and I am sure it is one of theirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-5311145876418647255?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/5311145876418647255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=5311145876418647255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/5311145876418647255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/5311145876418647255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-difference-30-years-make.html' title='What a difference 30 years make'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/STrsat3NgsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ozZ6Egm7t28/s72-c/Bone+Lake+1973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-310073298727694859</id><published>2008-12-04T20:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:13:02.731-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leftovers'/><title type='text'>Turkey again?</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure I can not sell turkey for one more meal to my kids. They have had turkey sandwiches ever day for lunch this week, turkey hot dish, turkey meatloaf, turkey surprise (which really wasn't a surprise at all) and turkey wraps for dinner, turkey egg bake and turkey biscuit breakfast sandwiches for breakfast. I still have a fair amount of turkey left but it's mostly dark meat and it's looking like the &lt;a href="http://redheadranting.blogspot.com/2008/12/bassador.html"&gt;Bassador&lt;/a&gt; is going to get lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-310073298727694859?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/310073298727694859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=310073298727694859' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/310073298727694859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/310073298727694859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/12/turkey-again.html' title='Turkey again?'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-8371478720672610672</id><published>2008-12-04T03:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:35:00.670-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow Shovel 101'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow Angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midwest'/><title type='text'>Snow Shoveling for Beginners</title><content type='html'>It has been snowing here in the Midwest lately. We haven't had a dumping yet but have gotten a couple inches of the fluffy white stuff. Shoveling has been required since it has been rather cold. So far it hasn't required the use of the snow blower, just a quick pass with the shovel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have new neighbors across the street. They moved in last summer and are from Seattle. They are very nice neighbors who have decorated their house with lights even though they refuse to remove the pumpkins from Halloween. This afternoon one of them came outside to shovel the inch of snow that accumulated overnight. They have the biggest snow shovel I have ever seen. It is beautiful. The handle is long and curved at just the right place with a handle on it for easier lifting of heavy wet snow. The bucket is a deep black with at least five inch sides so the snow doesn't spill over the edges. It has cup holders and a DVD player in the back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm impressed with their tools but the technique needs some finesse. First of all they actually wear mittens when snow shoveling. The last time it snowed I sent the boy out to shovel and had to remind him to put on pants before he went out. They start out by shoveling the long way down the path and then going cross ways with the other half. This leaves a bunch of lines where they didn't double over the first path. There is little trick to it but you have to double back if you want a clean sidewalk. I'm sure as we get more snow and they have more practice it will become an easier task. Of course I think it might help if my daughter didn't go into their yard when they finished shoveling and make snow angels all over the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-8371478720672610672?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/8371478720672610672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=8371478720672610672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8371478720672610672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8371478720672610672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-shoveling-for-beginners.html' title='Snow Shoveling for Beginners'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-4504772154088904437</id><published>2008-12-03T13:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:30:32.307-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Wish List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elmer Fudd'/><title type='text'>Christmas Wish List</title><content type='html'>My daughter is nearly six and she has informed me that she wants an Elmo doll. Elmo tells jokes and sings and does all sorts of annoying things. I do not want to get this doll because she will likely play with it for a very short time and if it is like the Elmo dolls of the past I will have to search many stores real and online if I want to get one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't Elmo dolls baby toys?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you didn't like baby toys anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't but this one is special"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't write yet but she managed to make her Christmas list by going through the Sunday ads and cutting out the pictures of toys she wants and pasting them on a sheet of construction paper. In addition to Elmo she wants a Godiva teddy bear, a plastic tea party set, an eco friendly moose, (it looks more like a dog toy to me and she may have been thinking of Stanley) a High School Musical Bear and interestingly a faux-fur trapper hat, the kind that duck hunters or Elmer Fudd wear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if this was the butter Santa up toy, you know the one. The toy we all ask for that is practical and useful. Usually socks, underwear or other clothing garments. We don't really want it but we figure Santa will get us what we want if we demonstrate to him that we have common sense and aren't all about frivolity. I'm pretty sure I asked for a dress for church when I was a kid. I hated dresses as much as I hated church so I thought it was an extra good butter up present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if Santa is going to bring the Elmo doll. My daughter has the attention span of a gnat and its still several weeks before the big day. She will probably change her mind many times before Christmas. I know she isn't getting the faux-fur trapper hat since it costs $49.50. Maybe another knit scarf?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-4504772154088904437?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/4504772154088904437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=4504772154088904437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4504772154088904437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4504772154088904437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-wish-list.html' title='Christmas Wish List'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-1704425654439156992</id><published>2008-12-03T12:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:50:26.814-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>It snowed last night!</title><content type='html'>It snowed last night! I love to watch the snow fall in December. Many of my neighbors have put up their Christmas lights and it is so pretty to look at the lights with the snow falling gently. I love this time of year, right before the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be complaining about the snow in about six weeks but right now I am really enjoying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-1704425654439156992?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/1704425654439156992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=1704425654439156992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1704425654439156992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1704425654439156992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-snowed-last-night.html' title='It snowed last night!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-1953416925236224458</id><published>2008-11-14T13:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:54:41.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Cleaning</title><content type='html'>The great City of Saint Paul is finally cleaning the streets! Our autumn was late this year. It probably had something to do with our late spring and late summer. The leaves have only recently fallen off the trees but they usually are off by mid to late October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has messed everyone up since we are already getting snow and it is most difficult to rake when the leaves are under inches of the white cold stuff. Most of my neighbors have not gotten their leaves raked. Actually, many have but there were many who hadn't and the wind redistributed the wealth around the neighborhood so everyone had to start over. Some chose not to and others just raked them in the streets. A big no-no here. I have not been able to park in front of my house for the last week because of the large piles of wet leaves in the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The street cleaners have just finished my block and I can now go and park in front of my house again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-1953416925236224458?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/1953416925236224458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=1953416925236224458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1953416925236224458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1953416925236224458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/11/street-cleaning.html' title='Street Cleaning'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-4371895850377413627</id><published>2008-11-03T19:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:10:52.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is going on in our schools?</title><content type='html'>I received an invitation to my cousin's daughter's school play. They are performing Fame. Her daughter has the role of Hillary and this is how her mother describes her role:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She has the role of Hillary, the uber-rich prima donna ballerina that sleeps with the gang-banger, gets pregnant and has an abortion. Oye. Luckily, they've modified the original movie script to be middle school appropriate.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one modify the script to be middle school appropriate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-4371895850377413627?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/4371895850377413627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=4371895850377413627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4371895850377413627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4371895850377413627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-going-on-in-our-schools.html' title='What is going on in our schools?'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-1412426152265907650</id><published>2008-11-03T18:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:55:53.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-1412426152265907650?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/1412426152265907650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=1412426152265907650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1412426152265907650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1412426152265907650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote-tomorrow.html' title='Vote Tomorrow'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6284173805702972290</id><published>2008-11-03T18:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:52:29.972-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warm weather'/><title type='text'>70 degrees today!</title><content type='html'>It's November 3rd and it was 70 degrees today! It is supposed to be in the upper 60's for the rest of the week. This is truly bizarre. I can't recall ever being able to vote without a coat and scraping off the car. We have had snow once already, and it sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6284173805702972290?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6284173805702972290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6284173805702972290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6284173805702972290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6284173805702972290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/11/70-degrees-today.html' title='70 degrees today!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-1218302088554367134</id><published>2008-09-07T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:45:03.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Winners Way'/><title type='text'>If A Tree Falls...</title><content type='html'>As I was getting dressed today I had the TV on in my room. I do not have the cable hooked up in the bedroom and the rabbit ears only pull in one channel, &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/"&gt;NBC&lt;/a&gt;. This is usually no problem since I can watch the news or the &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032633/"&gt;Today Show&lt;/a&gt; and that is all I want to watch while getting ready for work. Today is Sunday and the programming at the time was televised church. Specifically &lt;a href="http://www.mac-hammond.org/HOME/"&gt;Mac Hammond's The Winner's Way&lt;/a&gt;.  The title sounds more like an infomercial which I guess means more people are willing to tune into an hour of hard core selling rather than worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't go to church. But I walk by many older churches on my daily walk and always wonder if the inside is as inviting as the outside. The idea of gathering with a group of people for good thoughts and deeds, not to mention the community aspect of the church is still really appealing to me. Unfortunately it never turns out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am watching the singers praise Jesus with three huge television screens behind them with the lyrics to the song so the audience can sing along, I wonder if watching church counts in the eyes of God, or Jesus, as actually going to church? And does it count if while watching church on TV you make snarky remarks to yourself about the people who are attending the televised church?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-1218302088554367134?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/1218302088554367134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=1218302088554367134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1218302088554367134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1218302088554367134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-tree-falls.html' title='If A Tree Falls...'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-322728193209425964</id><published>2008-09-06T09:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:27:32.320-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar Meyer'/><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SMKTO_hWQEI/AAAAAAAAADs/7gueW0t0r_w/s1600-h/photo+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SMKTO_hWQEI/AAAAAAAAADs/7gueW0t0r_w/s320/photo+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242914801991434306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since the experiment of working outside the home and for someone else has ended I am happy to announce that I am back and ready to start posting here again. I missed this so much but just didn't have the time or the energy to keep it going while I was working for the man and being oppressed and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I was driving home from visiting my mother and spotted the Weiner Mobile! I have never seen it outside of a fair or car show or some sort of event. I suspect it had something to do with the Republican National Convention but I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recommend taking pictures with your phone while driving especially if you are not sure how to navigate to the camera part of the phone. I am sure I made a few other drivers very nervous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-322728193209425964?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/322728193209425964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=322728193209425964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/322728193209425964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/322728193209425964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SMKTO_hWQEI/AAAAAAAAADs/7gueW0t0r_w/s72-c/photo+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-1488805875261379646</id><published>2008-04-08T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:44:14.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Privacy Policy</title><content type='html'>I have to have a privacy policy to run adsense. They don't really go into great detail about what it should say but this is what I have gathered it needs to include.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use Google and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Google, as a third party vendor, uses cookies to serve ads on your site. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Google's use of the DART cookie enables it to serve ads to your users based on their visit to your sites and other sites on the Internet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Users may opt out of the use of the DART cookie by visiting the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/privacy_ads.html"&gt;Google ad and content network privacy policy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; We use third-party advertising companies to serve ads when you visit our website. These companies may use information (not including your name, address, email address, or telephone number) about your visits to this and other websites in order to provide advertisements about goods and services of interest to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they kinda say the same thing but I want to cover all bases as I do not want to piss off the Google Gods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-1488805875261379646?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/1488805875261379646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=1488805875261379646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1488805875261379646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1488805875261379646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/04/privacy-policy.html' title='Privacy Policy'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6048521045533583575</id><published>2008-04-03T15:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:30:21.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goldfish crackers'/><title type='text'>Great Idea</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was snacking on the Pepperidge Farm Goldfish crackers. I love these things. My grandmother used to give them to my brother and me when we visited her on spring break. They are a fairly good snack for kids, easy to hold, cute shape, not candy. As I'm eating them I'm thinking to myself how good it would be if they had peanut butter inside them. Good peanut butter like Jiff, not the dried out kind that is usually in cracker. That is my idea, I should submit it to Pepperidge Farm but I probably wont get around to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6048521045533583575?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6048521045533583575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6048521045533583575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6048521045533583575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6048521045533583575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-idea.html' title='Great Idea'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6469659298191699883</id><published>2008-04-01T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:50:05.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>Kids say the darndest things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My son is on spring break. He is not in some sunny happy place he is in his cave playing video games and texting his girlfriend who is not on break. He could care less that it is snowing since he never goes outside. He knows I wont make him shovel since I am refusing to acknowledge the snow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He has a friend over tonight. His friend is vertically challenged. My son is 6'3. My daughter, upon seeing his friend, asked me in her OUTSIDE voice if his friend was a teenager because he looked like a little kid.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I rushed her out of earshot and tried to explain that we don't point out people's differences and we certainly don't do it in our OUTSIDE voices. My daughter has the attention span of a gnat and had already moved on to a new topic: She poked her finger into my left breast and asked if mine were like the dogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6469659298191699883?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6469659298191699883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6469659298191699883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6469659298191699883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6469659298191699883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/04/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids say the darndest things'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6171032766665204129</id><published>2008-03-31T15:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T15:41:57.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IRS'/><title type='text'>Customers</title><content type='html'>I had to call the IRS today. I was on hold for some time. I was not bothered by this as it is tax time and I hope they are busy. Every few minutes the recording said something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for holding, all our representatives are helping other customers and will get to you as soon as possible." Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind being put on hold and it was a nice enough recording but when did tax payers become "customers"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6171032766665204129?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6171032766665204129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6171032766665204129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6171032766665204129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6171032766665204129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/customers.html' title='Customers'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-5759338569704859021</id><published>2008-03-28T12:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:58:19.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Washing The Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Does anyone know how to wash a cat? My daughter just dumped a whole container of bubbles on her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm getting out of the shower and not paying attention to what the daughter is saying. I hear something like:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Mom, the cat has spiky hair!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"That's nice." I say calmly since it hasn't sunk in yet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Mom, look at the cat all her hair is spiked." Daughter shouts&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I figured the child has brushed the cat backwards and her hair is sticking up with static electricity. The cat usually runs from said child because she knows better than to hang around and possibly be forced to dress up like the dogs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I finally look at the cat and lo and behold her hair is spiked! She is also foamy. Everywhere. The cat is drenched in bubbles, you know the kind with the wand that you blow? I grab a towel and wet it down to try and wipe it off. The cat doesn't seem to mind this too much but would probably rather have her tail ripped off than this. I am not helping the situation, rubbing her with a wet cloth only lathers her up more. I consider for a very brief moment holding her under the faucet in the sink or spraying her down in the tub. I have visions of Bill The Cat tearing through the house and scratching me to shreds so I dry her off as best I can and make sure the bubbles are non toxic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-5759338569704859021?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/5759338569704859021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=5759338569704859021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/5759338569704859021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/5759338569704859021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/washing-cat.html' title='Washing The Cat'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-4445152914794394032</id><published>2008-03-20T11:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:24:20.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer crash'/><title type='text'>Computer crash</title><content type='html'>My computer crashed. Please go to &lt;a href="http://redheadranting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Redhead Ranting&lt;/a&gt; to read about my experience with Hewlett Packard customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not likely be able to post here until this is resolved. Check on &lt;a href="http://redheadranting.blogspot.com/"&gt;redheadranting&lt;/a&gt; for updates. Thank you and if you have any experience with crashed computers and customer servicce please let me know. Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-4445152914794394032?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/4445152914794394032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=4445152914794394032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4445152914794394032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4445152914794394032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/computer-crash.html' title='Computer crash'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6191051602398645390</id><published>2008-03-19T12:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T12:20:57.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow, snow and more snow</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning I opened the door to pick up the paper. It was buried under five inches of snow. I was going to take a picture of it and post it but I rejected that idea because everyone has seen it before and must be as sick of it as I am and if I acknowledge it it might stay longer than should. Which was the end of last month as far as I am concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to shovel or even nag my son to shovel. I have decided that I will not partake in this snowfall at all. This is too bad because this snowfall was perfect snowman snow, sticky and wet. Our neighbors built an impressive snowman but it had already fallen apart by the early afternoon. This snow is not cooperating so why should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really really really want it to go away. Can someone please make it go away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6191051602398645390?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6191051602398645390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6191051602398645390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6191051602398645390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6191051602398645390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow-snow-and-more-snow.html' title='Snow, snow and more snow'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-7717037889576817103</id><published>2008-03-12T10:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:41:12.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Minnows Are Still There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/R9fxFQHQt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PtSIPvPOyzc/s1600-h/DSCF0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/R9fxFQHQt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PtSIPvPOyzc/s320/DSCF0179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176871369212737378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minnows remain outside. Temp dog continues to bark at them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-7717037889576817103?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/7717037889576817103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=7717037889576817103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7717037889576817103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7717037889576817103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/minnows-are-still-there.html' title='The Minnows Are Still There'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/R9fxFQHQt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PtSIPvPOyzc/s72-c/DSCF0179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6273297540583064929</id><published>2008-03-11T19:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:46:37.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnows'/><title type='text'>Minnows and The Temp Dog</title><content type='html'>My neighbor set a pickle jar of live minnows out in the snow in his backyard. We have a chain link fence between the two yards. I thought this was a bit odd, they have been out there all afternoon swimming around, but he goes fishing a lot so I figured either he had just been ice fishing or was going to go ice fishing. He still has his Christmas tree and wreath out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the dogs out and temp dog immediately spots the pickle jar of minnows and starts barking and baying. She is not the baying kind of dog but the first dog is so I guess she learned how to do it like him. My brother used to bay along with the basset hound when ever ambulances went by so this isn't such an odd thing as far as I am concerned. The first dog barked a few times because the temp dog was barking and then lost interest as there was no real threat or another dog. He is the more verbal of the two. Temp dog barked until I dragged her furry little ass back in the house and then she looked at me as if to say "What? I was doing my job protecting everyone from those little monster things."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6273297540583064929?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6273297540583064929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6273297540583064929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6273297540583064929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6273297540583064929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/minnows-and-temp-dog.html' title='Minnows and The Temp Dog'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3695176563275871205</id><published>2008-03-09T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T17:30:10.498-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Stupid Dogs'/><title type='text'>Two Stupid Dogs</title><content type='html'>I may have mentioned that I have two stupid dogs. The first dog is by far the more intelligently challenged, the temp dog just does what ever the first one does except when it is time to come inside. The first dog will sit outside no matter how nicely I tell him to come in. I have left him out there but the minute I go upstairs to work he starts to bark the "I want to come in now" bark. The temp dog comes right inside. I have tried many things to get him to come in on the first round. I shake the dog biscuit container and he does come running but then I am forced to give him a treat. I have to give the temp dog a treat as well because all things must be equal. This giving of treats does not sit well with me. He has done nothing to earn the treat except come in the house. Treats should be reserved for shaking, sitting, and rolling over. I have only managed to teach them both how to sit. No, giving a treat for simply walking in the house is not good and it tells me the dog has me trained better than I have him trained. In my frustration today of trying to get him to come in I started counting to three like I have for my children. Amazingly and quiet surprisingly he started moving when I got to 2. Each time after that I would count again. It worked each time. Most of the time I didn't get past 1 before he started to move. Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3695176563275871205?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3695176563275871205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3695176563275871205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3695176563275871205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3695176563275871205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-stupid-dogs.html' title='Two Stupid Dogs'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3641316504491942731</id><published>2008-03-07T14:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T14:36:38.986-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sump pump'/><title type='text'>Sump Pump is in and Working</title><content type='html'>The sump pump project has been completed! Ex just finished the project and showed it to me. He tested it and there is water all over my basement floor, I assume from trying to fill the tank to test the pump. I didn't ask because I know better. The tank holds 30 gallons of water. I moved into the house last June and the pump only turned on in late September when we had torrential rains. A regular thunderstorm did not produce enough water to necessitate the pump. Ex is still grousing that I didn't buy the manly man version of the sump pump. The one with 10 horse power and a battery back up. About $400.00. Since I have lived here the power has only gone out once and that was last Sunday because a transformer shorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not too worried about the power going out. If it does I'll deal with it." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, if the power does go out while it's raining just use the wet/dry vac." He says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinking "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week he starts on the electrical work. I already know he is going to suggest I get a gas powered generator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3641316504491942731?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3641316504491942731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3641316504491942731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3641316504491942731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3641316504491942731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/sump-pump-is-in-and-working.html' title='Sump Pump is in and Working'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3123396642074688000</id><published>2008-03-05T16:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:54:02.230-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concrete'/><title type='text'>Day 2 of the project.</title><content type='html'>Today we went to Home Depot for pea gravel and concrete. Eight bags, 60lbs each of pea gravel and three bags, 80 lbs each of concrete. We are both going to be sore tomorrow! Yes I lugged half the bags from the van to the house. He did carry the heavier ones and carried them down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trench was filled and cement was poured. After he left for the day I had to go down and put my hand print in the cement. When my son arrived home from school I told him we have wet concrete. He said "Mom, it's no fun if you tell me to put my hand in it." When his girlfriend came over she put her hand in it so at least someone has a sense of fun. The ex won't like it but it's not his basement so I don't care. If he had taken advantage or wet concrete more often we might still be married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are looking at light fixtures. Couldn't find any that looked good today so of to another big box store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased to say this is going much better than I expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3123396642074688000?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3123396642074688000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3123396642074688000' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3123396642074688000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3123396642074688000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2-of-project.html' title='Day 2 of the project.'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-8286642363972860068</id><published>2008-03-04T21:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:38:41.266-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sump pump'/><title type='text'>The project begins</title><content type='html'>My ex husband started working on my sump pump today. That sounds kind of sexual but no he really is working on my sump pump. I tagged along with him to go to the big box hardware store to get supplies. I used to do this when we married and we always had a good time. I had forgotten that when he is getting supplies, and maybe any man for that matter, he enters a black hole and slips through some time/space continuum. Had I been sent on the errand I would have completed it within an hour. It took him half the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is not entirely his fault. We had to discuss the pipes and fittings that were to be used. I should be pleased that he wanted my opinion but it kind of scares me too. I don't know anything about what he is doing. He arrived this morning and started to dig a trench in my basement. It started out as a big hole but then turned into a trench for seepage or something like that. We looked at big plastic buckets for what seemed like an eternity. Then he had to consult someone in a vest to make sure he agreed too. Once all of us were in agreement we headed out still needing concrete and pea gravel. Ex at this point was getting hungry and did not want to shop anymore. My ex is a big contractor type guy who needs to eat every few hours or he turns into an ogre. He does sort of remind me of Shrek. So we went out to eat instead of walking ten feet and picking up the pea gravel. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-8286642363972860068?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/8286642363972860068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=8286642363972860068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8286642363972860068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8286642363972860068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/project-begins.html' title='The project begins'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-8950524767153177127</id><published>2008-02-25T11:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:11:58.864-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><title type='text'>It's always better when someone else wants it</title><content type='html'>I take great pleasure in experimenting with my dogs and what they will eat. When we had just the one dog he was very picky. He would eat his dog food, the cat food and some table scraps. He would not eat any vegetables, and did not like popcorn or other chips. When we got the temp dog suddenly there was competition and all bets were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eating an antipasto salad the other night and decided to see who would eat what. Carrots: "No problem." Artichokes: "Ok, but only cause the other one is eating it and she might take mine." Olives: "Only if they are stuffed with some kind of cheese." Lettuce: "I'm only eating this green stuff because I don't want him to get more than me." Peppedew: "Nope, can't eat this stuff, she can have mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both dogs had stinky butt for several hours following this experiment. Try at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No dogs were hurt in this story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-8950524767153177127?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/8950524767153177127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=8950524767153177127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8950524767153177127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8950524767153177127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-always-better-when-someone-else.html' title='It&apos;s always better when someone else wants it'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-1882967354449371363</id><published>2008-02-24T12:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:20:38.745-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on the campaign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillary Clinton'/><title type='text'>Or is this the real Hillary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ivkHVlVtlFQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ivkHVlVtlFQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ran across this one. Notice the bobble head in the background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-1882967354449371363?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/1882967354449371363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=1882967354449371363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1882967354449371363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1882967354449371363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/or-is-this-real-hillary.html' title='Or is this the real Hillary?'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3420775295098117679</id><published>2008-02-24T12:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:18:24.251-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillary Clinton'/><title type='text'>The Real Hillary Clinton</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WAvf1lVbjUA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WAvf1lVbjUA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran across this video this morning and it gave me a laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3420775295098117679?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3420775295098117679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3420775295098117679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3420775295098117679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3420775295098117679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='The Real Hillary Clinton'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3048576776529509819</id><published>2008-02-23T14:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:29:28.899-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testosterone'/><title type='text'>Manly Men</title><content type='html'>I have a neighbor who is a little hen pecked. Nice guy but lost his backbone at the wedding. He is outside proving he really is a man by cutting his Christmas tree up with a chainsaw and then burning it. We have the same garbage carrier and I tossed my Christmas tree out with the garbage the day after New Years. They picked it up and took it away. No extra charge. The funny thing is there are two other neighbor guys doing the same thing this weekend. Four houses in a row and you could easily walk down the alley and tell which was headed by a single mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3048576776529509819?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3048576776529509819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3048576776529509819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3048576776529509819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3048576776529509819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/manly-men.html' title='Manly Men'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-5376709723188903564</id><published>2008-02-21T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:20:18.335-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humidity'/><title type='text'>Summer breeze</title><content type='html'>I have been complaining a lot about the cold winter. I can't wait for spring. The problem is up here in the nation's ice box we have spring for about a weekend before summer moves in. I remember it snowed on May 6th one year and by the end of the month it was in the upper 80's. Now that may not sound so bad being in the upper 80's but we have this horrible thing called humidity and it makes the 80 miserable especially if we haven't had the chance to acclimate. Last summer we had weeks of upper 90's with what felt like 100% humidity. There are probably 45 days out of the whole year where I don't have the heat or the a/c on. Many times I switch between the two in the same ride in my car. So I am looking forward to spring but not summer. Just a warning that the pissing and moaning doesn't stop just because it has gotten warmer....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-5376709723188903564?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/5376709723188903564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=5376709723188903564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/5376709723188903564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/5376709723188903564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/summer-breeze.html' title='Summer breeze'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-1398036730387988909</id><published>2008-02-20T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:51:42.372-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>Things I Like About Winter In February</title><content type='html'>When you leave a bag of chips or a sleeve of crackers open they don't get all mushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-1398036730387988909?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/1398036730387988909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=1398036730387988909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1398036730387988909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/1398036730387988909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-i-like-about-winter-in-february.html' title='Things I Like About Winter In February'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-287868182968055266</id><published>2008-02-20T17:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:03:29.340-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='establishment'/><title type='text'>Jingles</title><content type='html'>Minds Can be Changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some politicians say they are hell-bent&lt;br /&gt;To beat down the establishment.&lt;br /&gt;That's how they feel...that is until&lt;br /&gt;They get their finders in the till.&lt;br /&gt;And then they do not gloat of glower&lt;br /&gt;At those up in the ivory tower.&lt;div 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The second time tonight. Something is seriously wrong with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-7028783456937251888?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/7028783456937251888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=7028783456937251888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7028783456937251888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/7028783456937251888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/id4.html' title='ID4'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-4836716938637518705</id><published>2008-02-13T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:40:02.563-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monkey'/><title type='text'>I got nothin'</title><content type='html'>I can't think of a thing. Nothing witty, dry or pithy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wonder about the monkeys banging out the works of Shakespeare however...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-4836716938637518705?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/4836716938637518705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=4836716938637518705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4836716938637518705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4836716938637518705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-nothin.html' title='I got nothin&apos;'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3513485174228814340</id><published>2008-02-12T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:28:52.701-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monty Python'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bumblebee Tuna'/><title type='text'>I can't get that damn song out of my head!</title><content type='html'>I hate when a song gets stuck in my head. Why is it that the song is usually one I hate? Because I have a small one I tend to get the Sagwa theme stuck in my head. It's bad enough I hate the song but I don't even understand it because it's in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a trick for getting songs out of your head but you run the risk of getting an even worse one stuck there. If you want to get a song out of your head sing the jingle for Bumblebee Tuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bum Bum Bumblebee, Bumblebee tuna....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song that works well to kick the other out is the Lumberjack song from Monty Python. This one tends to stick with you though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3513485174228814340?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3513485174228814340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3513485174228814340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3513485174228814340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3513485174228814340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-get-that-damn-song-out-of-my.html' title='I can&apos;t get that damn song out of my head!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3625164497529785625</id><published>2008-02-10T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T15:15:58.705-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dow Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulls and bears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1974'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nixon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watergate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stock market poetry'/><title type='text'>More Jingles</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Dow Is Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot view with much panache&lt;br /&gt;If there will be a fiscal crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I hold my ball point pen&lt;br /&gt;I'll scratch out if and write in when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A 1974 Forecast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye old year we've paid your freight&lt;br /&gt;With Nixon and with Watergate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is worse there will be more&lt;br /&gt;As we progress in '74&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3625164497529785625?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3625164497529785625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3625164497529785625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3625164497529785625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/3625164497529785625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-jingle.html' title='More Jingles'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-3605238777132445940</id><published>2008-02-08T13:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:22:40.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flatulant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farts'/><title type='text'>What's so great about farts?</title><content type='html'>My midget, in all her wisdom, explained that which none of the men could:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Farts are just your butt's way of laughing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sweetie, now I get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-3605238777132445940?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/3605238777132445940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=3605238777132445940' title='0 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lymrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Jingles by Jack</title><content type='html'>My grandfather wrote this some thirty years ago. He wrote constantly and even self published one little book. He died long before the advent of the internet but he would have loved it. So take it away grandpa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Commode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flush our John, the water swirls&lt;br /&gt;Like lithsome, graceful ballet girls.&lt;br /&gt;But when its water's quiet and cool&lt;br /&gt;There still remains one lonely stool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-8348303007573267699?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/8348303007573267699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=8348303007573267699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8348303007573267699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/8348303007573267699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/jingles-by-jack.html' title='Jingles by Jack'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-4407978268286250454</id><published>2008-02-05T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:45:47.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words I Love to Say</title><content type='html'>Benjamin Netanyahu&lt;br /&gt;supercilious&lt;br /&gt;carbohydrate - it has to be spoken slowly to get the most fun out it.&lt;br /&gt;thesaurus - I usually add an extra 'thus' to this word. Fun but hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;halibut&lt;br /&gt;mazel tov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-4407978268286250454?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/4407978268286250454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=4407978268286250454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4407978268286250454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/4407978268286250454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/words-i-love-to-say.html' title='Words I Love to Say'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615445444360032832.post-6335786952856367689</id><published>2008-02-04T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:12:55.457-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Dog Poop</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad it is snowing today. The dog poops are frozen in the snow and need to be covered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615445444360032832-6335786952856367689?l=ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/feeds/6335786952856367689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7615445444360032832&amp;postID=6335786952856367689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6335786952856367689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615445444360032832/posts/default/6335786952856367689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergodiccogitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/dog-poop.html' title='Dog Poop'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X40FNwTLQCQ/SZ24rGIoR6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G5XuJoGuVbc/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
