tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86231118255346260572024-02-18T17:37:14.952-08:00TALK TALK TALKA outlet for me to express my creative writings. Stories, poems or sometimes just expressions of the day in regards to the news, music or whatever else attracts my attention.Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-20909974622632800612009-05-06T12:09:00.000-07:002009-05-06T12:10:22.185-07:00This is ME<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubz9C9zEgPlqz48rZKmp-Nh9ssGkWrKGTzMC5fh07PJOYHgLIaTztd8sk5SIrEgKnINQ8gIOSf936q7cdbrP7Iof1JeJxecCBJKKYsUFGwIxtFP3TiCpj2N3eGDz4-yYzWunqpDm8gi4/s1600-h/023.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubz9C9zEgPlqz48rZKmp-Nh9ssGkWrKGTzMC5fh07PJOYHgLIaTztd8sk5SIrEgKnINQ8gIOSf936q7cdbrP7Iof1JeJxecCBJKKYsUFGwIxtFP3TiCpj2N3eGDz4-yYzWunqpDm8gi4/s320/023.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332790227319822898" border="0" /></a><a ef="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;" /></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-59357950519264097832009-05-01T18:32:00.000-07:002009-05-01T18:36:07.726-07:00SORRY EVERYONE<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">I am going through a little bit of a depression right now. Work and the Union are taking up the rest. I just don't have the strength to blog or think after work and with my mood lately, it is probably better that I don't. I will keep reading posts so I can stay up with everyone. Missing you all...take care....I'll get back when I can.</span>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-49892731798392706022009-04-23T15:39:00.000-07:002009-04-23T15:43:21.737-07:00CONFESSION #2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3wSeXqZszhe-o4KSN7IJJqdQQ17GfqDGZK_os9QcNEpFXv8mbSQsuVELPodajYouisxB34gRaSqrTQwpHniDtrQfwZU75nWYtME0m5TloczofxayV9UjENUs34xE1p5-7xNmVXzf2Ug/s1600-h/funny_3.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3wSeXqZszhe-o4KSN7IJJqdQQ17GfqDGZK_os9QcNEpFXv8mbSQsuVELPodajYouisxB34gRaSqrTQwpHniDtrQfwZU75nWYtME0m5TloczofxayV9UjENUs34xE1p5-7xNmVXzf2Ug/s320/funny_3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328021027097319618" /></a><br /><a ef="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-86159509763743920282009-04-19T14:23:00.001-07:002009-04-19T14:26:55.228-07:00TAGGED FOR 8Lana from <a href="http://bramacks-mom.blogspot.com/">“The Kids Did What”</a> tagged me after getting tagged herself from Little miss Sunshine <br /><br />8 Things I am looking forward to...<br /><br />* Lana getting her own place (you begged me to say that)<br />* Getting a visit from my boyfriend (he’s in NZ)<br />* Going to visit my boyfriend<br />* Watching my team win the Stanley Cup (Canucks)<br />* Getting a visit from my boyfriend<br />* Buying a new car<br />* Spending the millions I am going to win in the lottery<br />* Getting a visit from my boyfriend <br /><br />8 Things I did yesterday...<br /><br />* Ordered Pizza<br />* Babysat<br />* Ate Lana’s donuts <br />* Talked to Boyfriend<br />* Watched my sink getting fixed (big leak)<br />* Watched Hockey<br />* Tidied up<br />* Laundry<br /><br />8 Things I wish I could do...<br /><br />* Win the lottery (back off Lana)<br />* Sing<br />* Do Magic (real real magic – like Genie)<br />* Get a visit from my boyfriend<br />* Quit working<br />* make everyone I love healthy and happy<br />* wake up in the morning 30 pounds lighter (gotta go with Lana on this one)<br />* Go visit my boyfriend in NZ<br /><br />8 Shows I watch...<br /><br />* Hockey (Canucks)<br />* Poker (any)<br />* Hockey (More Canucks)<br />* Home Improvement Shows<br />* Baseball (The Jays but have gotten away from it a little)<br />* Hockey (without the Canucks)<br />* Golf<br />* Hockey (WHL)<br /><br />8 People I tag...<br /><br />Not tagging anyone. Play if you like….<br /><a ef="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-76430546345374976452009-04-16T09:00:00.000-07:002009-04-16T09:02:26.656-07:00MOTTO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9AiWkgNAYJNsnU6hT1PXDW4TBxYoFQV7YJW_AgERwA1FpHMk-ClzzdlWF1Y5LIVvgh2LyiQLEydf34uAwvFBeX12-xFdSm8aCwGcRK9x_EUVBhs0fQr4arAeaNZKnciaxjR5VVsXOvbE/s1600-h/My+Motto.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 153px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9AiWkgNAYJNsnU6hT1PXDW4TBxYoFQV7YJW_AgERwA1FpHMk-ClzzdlWF1Y5LIVvgh2LyiQLEydf34uAwvFBeX12-xFdSm8aCwGcRK9x_EUVBhs0fQr4arAeaNZKnciaxjR5VVsXOvbE/s320/My+Motto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325320155912859650" /></a><br /><a ef="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-38555573545348259942009-04-14T00:03:00.000-07:002009-04-14T00:03:00.412-07:00A Paper Me and Milk Chocolate VLOG!My daughter Lana and I wanted to be "with the times", so we went ahead and did a vlog together. Before this one, we did 4 or 5 "practice runs". While I preferred this one, Lana liked one of our "rough copies" which you can see on her blog <a href="http://bramacks-mom.blogspot.com/">The Kids Did WHAT?!</a> Like the vlog at her blog, we may not make a lot of sense as we were giggling like nervous school girls. But we wanted to say hello and show our faces... sort of... Without further ado, Here we are:<br /><br />(Forgive the low quality sound.)<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy_aQjXV0fYJde78bc4NHoCiXSr7ZOtFjNEjZuPvel-RtBZHslP2QrEOw8oobUKheeTJU6pr7jCv6V23p5ARQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Your turn!! :)Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-69524994654120191842009-04-11T18:19:00.000-07:002009-04-11T18:24:09.608-07:00BIGGEST ONE I HAVE EVER SEEN<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Well ... for all of you who love Give-Aways...here is the link to the biggest one I have ever seen. And the prizes are to die for. Dawn will be happy to see you and to tell you all about it. Go check it out at <a href="http://http://beeandrose.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-whoooos-100-its-mother-of-all.html">Bee & Rose </a></span>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-84132434492515259662009-04-11T01:29:00.000-07:002009-04-16T09:03:27.942-07:00POLE DANCING CLASSES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2H6RvH4jY9nuShvL-xJ4_bwVa1PgQUuLufJKCnOFMhLGbvUa0AgjtZgJBHCgWcViP9QplgXFgmXxnQMnfVXZeEIUqCYpZOdiJMQtlF8aVFfmP09hIl_ktFruPze4LVfUAxtAjLmyQh38/s1600-h/PoleDance.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2H6RvH4jY9nuShvL-xJ4_bwVa1PgQUuLufJKCnOFMhLGbvUa0AgjtZgJBHCgWcViP9QplgXFgmXxnQMnfVXZeEIUqCYpZOdiJMQtlF8aVFfmP09hIl_ktFruPze4LVfUAxtAjLmyQh38/s320/PoleDance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323349404703499938" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Well Ladies, I did it.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I actually went off with my eldest daughter and we did it.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Pole Dancing!!!!</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">YUP….you heard me.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Pole Dancing.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I have no idea if you know what it all about but let me tell you one thing.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">It isn’t all that you think it is.</span><span style=""> </span> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal">We had to sign a waiver.<span style=""> </span>One that said if we hurt ourselves it is our own fault and neither myself or my next of kin could sue.<span style=""> </span>That should have been my first clue.<span style=""> </span>I had rather graphic thoughts of leaping up onto a pole and having it break with my weight, falling through the floor boards and landing in the basement.<span style=""> </span>This, however, and I am pleased to announce, did not happen.<span style=""> </span>Amazingly enough.<span style=""> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal">I should actually tell you a bit about myself as I failed to do this in the past.<span style=""> </span>I am a 56 year old grandmother of 9.<span style=""> </span>I am not in as good a shape as I should be and I pack around a good 30+ pounds extra.<span style=""> </span>Mostly belly fat.<span style=""> </span>I also am not as physically strong as I should be either.<span style=""> </span>Let me just say this.<span style=""> </span>When the urge to workout strikes me, I usually sit down and eat chocolate until the urge passes.<span style=""> </span>That said I will continue my story.</p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal">The ladies at the center were really wonderful.<span style=""> </span>They took the time to show us what the program was all about and offered some great advice on how to get through it.<span style=""> </span>And then we started.<span style=""> </span>First we walked in a big circle while stretching out or in my case finding muscles.<span style=""> </span>Then we were on mats on the floor finding more muscles.<span style=""> </span>A half hour later we were warmed up.<span style=""> </span>That should have been my second clue.<span style=""> </span>How can pole dancing be that strenuous that one would have to warm up for that long?<span style=""> </span>We stretched and we rolled and we pushed every part of our bodies up and down all while trying to do a sexy walk and running our hands over our bodies.<span style=""> </span>Then we got to go to the poles.<span style=""> </span>Okay….here comes the sexy stuff I thought.<span style=""> </span>NOPE… I would be wrong again.<span style=""> </span>Believe me when I tell you that there is nothing about it that is sexy.<span style=""> </span>I just looked like an overweight seal trying to move around something in the way.<span style=""> </span>I am positive I couldn’t and wouldn’t have “turned on” the seal either.<span style=""> </span>Talk about awkward.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>I was assured that it would come with practice though and if tonight didn’t kill me, maybe I will get better.<span style=""> </span>After about 20 minutes trying to do unnatural acts on a pole, it was time to take on the wall.<span style=""> </span>Yup….you heard me….dancing with a wall.<span style=""> </span>I do have to say that using a solid item like a pole and a wall has its advantages though.<span style=""> </span>They held me up!!!</p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal">We did this wall thing and then back down on the floor and the mats to wind down but it was worse than the warm up.<span style=""> </span>And those ladies…let me tell you they didn’t leave one body part alone.<span style=""> </span>They worked every inch and every muscle in our bodies.<span style=""> </span>It was really hard work but fun.</p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal">I can see the advantages of doing this work out and believe me, if I can move tomorrow I will be doing it again.<span style=""> </span>I just have to wait and see if I survived this marathon I feel I have just completed.<span style=""> </span>All in all, it was really fun and later when I learn to move properly it will be a sexy addition.<span style=""> </span>Hey… who doesn’t want sexy….Right!!!</p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br /><a ef="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-44949204070739260652009-04-10T11:11:00.000-07:002009-04-16T09:04:12.395-07:00A GOOD LAUGH<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Yesterday my 7 year old grand son was showing his mother and me, his "wounds". He had band aids on both of his knees. He raised his pants well over his knees to show us and there on the left side of his thigh was a huge ugly bruise. His mother asked him where he got it and his reply....WAIT FOR IT..... As he pointed to the band aid on his knee and said...."It came with this one!"<br /><br />I almost peed with laughter. What?? They obviously come in pairs. It was perfectly logical to him.<br /></span><br /><a ef="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-55190774687046317572009-04-08T11:42:00.000-07:002009-04-16T09:06:50.902-07:00How To Fix the Economy?This is how I would fix the American Economy<br /> <br />Dear Mr. Obama – President of the USA<br /><br />These suggestions should fix your economic problem if followed correctly. This package will cost you 400 million dollars only.<br /> <br />You will need to pick 39 million working families who earn $35,000.00 per year or less. Pay them each $1 million a piece with these stipulations: <br /> <br />1) They leave their jobs. Thirty Ninety million job openings - Unemployment Fixed. <br /> <br />2) They buy NEW American cars. Thirty Ninety million cars ordered - Auto Industry Fixed. <br /> <br />3) They either buy a house or pay off their mortgage- Housing Crisis Fixed. <br /><br />Send me One million dollars for fixing your problem.<br /> <br />All this and it's still cheaper than the "bailout"... all for a mere 400 Million<br /><a ef="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-86294297830993170852009-04-05T19:33:00.000-07:002009-04-05T19:34:59.807-07:00MORE CHOCOLATE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiibr7RF_QLAFTaxGZNfrlU_74VrrE4Mk0xhur8YTFoswzGhwDwDWmrfeRZ-iyDyITdJh_RlEesfpEvCPtw2NqGzevrAKnzQ8Vl5ZEHQ70bF9mVNXogsVUCeEC_QDBCo59xi5jWToZ_k-U/s1600-h/skinny-lady.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiibr7RF_QLAFTaxGZNfrlU_74VrrE4Mk0xhur8YTFoswzGhwDwDWmrfeRZ-iyDyITdJh_RlEesfpEvCPtw2NqGzevrAKnzQ8Vl5ZEHQ70bF9mVNXogsVUCeEC_QDBCo59xi5jWToZ_k-U/s320/skinny-lady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321401275701919682" /></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-31254335290261902642009-04-02T21:58:00.001-07:002009-04-02T21:59:19.007-07:00BEFORE COMPUTERS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQcclynQnDXyS5Dmhyphenhyphenpv5W-5_FpNfJxPf_fvpNFR4FhTL2s2UFawwSQFzM8p71Lz1p-oz2haf4wqBCoJza5xhs7tQlPteInseds5uekQGb_nvXG4iUEe0yXOxuFHgq4pgMuShGJbmxwTo/s1600-h/Before+Computers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQcclynQnDXyS5Dmhyphenhyphenpv5W-5_FpNfJxPf_fvpNFR4FhTL2s2UFawwSQFzM8p71Lz1p-oz2haf4wqBCoJza5xhs7tQlPteInseds5uekQGb_nvXG4iUEe0yXOxuFHgq4pgMuShGJbmxwTo/s320/Before+Computers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320325224605267138" /></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-46578394999429891782009-03-31T09:18:00.000-07:002009-03-31T09:36:17.538-07:00YEAH YEAH<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Well...what can I say...GUILTY !!! My last post was for everyone to have a great weekend. Someone, and I won't name names, gently and nicely pointed out that the weekend was over. Such a subtle a unique reminder that I should have posted a new post by now. Thank You.<br /><br />So...What did I do with my weekend. Well, mostly, I worked. 12 hour days or in my case, from 630 at night to 7 in the morning. Now before you gasp I will tell you that I like that shift. It is quiet and management is gone. I get lots of work done and have time to play a few computer games. Unfortunately there is no internet connection so I can't blog. I will have to see what I can do about that.<br /><br />I finished work at 7 on Sunday morning so I had the rest of the day off. It was nice to lay around and watch some TV, listen to music, catch up on some commenting, have a nice long bath with candles, a couple of naps and a few other favorite hobbies. Just a quiet nice day which was most enjoyable. Of course the down side to doing only my favorite things on Sunday is that Monday comes around and all the chores need to be done. Wouldn't it be wonderful if everyday was a Sunday. Heck, I wouldn't even mind working.<br /><br />What is your favorite day to relax?<br /><a ef="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-9576986821835467492009-03-27T12:25:00.001-07:002009-03-27T12:26:21.032-07:00GREAT WEEKEND<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQwi9hvdwtv_14qNTKOPyNJmxmsFnUJSG1dQwdpoosUODE9oJvGYPjweT-d8ENHgV1DqEcENvZA7nnfUEsyFPPxBQYgkWIqF9sj9kkL6q0la90qTohja57uGLWJx6-omVQVoG4VoQfZc/s1600-h/Great+Weekend.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQwi9hvdwtv_14qNTKOPyNJmxmsFnUJSG1dQwdpoosUODE9oJvGYPjweT-d8ENHgV1DqEcENvZA7nnfUEsyFPPxBQYgkWIqF9sj9kkL6q0la90qTohja57uGLWJx6-omVQVoG4VoQfZc/s320/Great+Weekend.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317950954774862738" /></a><br /><a ef="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-91484506334913772482009-03-25T13:31:00.000-07:002009-03-25T14:15:16.340-07:00NO SALE LADY....<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Well I think I have just met the most insistent saleswoman ever. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">My eldest daughter and I were out thrift store shopping. She is learning ballroom dancing and needed some "eloquent" dresses to wear. You know the type...sexy at the top, often with beads and bangles, jewels and other such sparkly things that a magpie would love to have. The bottoms have the irregular hemline with lots of flowing soft material that swirls around. These dresses are not cheap so we hunt for them. BINGO....first store. There were lots of them BUT (and of course there is always a but) they were not in her size. She tried on about 5 or 6 and started getting discouraged. She is a tiny little thing compared to me and wears maybe a size 6 maybe 8 depending on the cut and the dress maker. Anyway, these were all WAY to big. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Enter helpful salesperson. "Oh" she said when we said they were too big on her. "I have one in the window that may fit." Off she went to get it. Now I know I checked the windows out and couldn't think of one dress that would be suitable for dance. Back she came with the dress. Now....I am trying to be nice here. Remember that as I tell the rest of this story. This dress was not only butt ugly, it probably was a size 20 and I am not exaggerating. It was browny/beige and looked somewhat like a sack. A big sack at that and something or someone had left a errant deposit upon it. I politely said "No" and put it on a rack and explained to her what we needed the dress for. She picked it off the rack and handed it back to me and said it might be worth trying on anyway. Again I said "No" and added my daughter was small and this dress was too big and put it back on the rack. Now she started to annoy me. She added that it could be tailored where upon I said "It is not right". It is the wrong color, the wrong size and was cotton. Cotton just doesn't swirl in dance." "No". She would not give up. She insisted that if we added some pleats at the waist we could get extra material for the dress to "swish". I am now giving up any hope of remaining civil. I said "No" probably a little louder than I wanted to. Hoping beyond anything that this woman would finally get the hint that this was one sale she wasn't going to make. NOPE. I was wrong. She said that if we took the dress, she would take 10% off the price since we would have to have it altered. I knew beyond a doubt I was going to get snippy if I opened my mouth for anything more than a "No". Soooooo, I bit my tongue, and said no and turned away. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Give up.....NO WAY ON EARTH WAS SHE QUITTING..... Faster than a cheetah after a gazelle she had that dress whipped off the rack and over to my daughters dressing room. She handed it to her saying "just try it on." Just like you did when your kids were 7 years old. Oooops....my daughter let out a squeal that would make a mother pig proud. "Mom, that is the UGLIEST dress ever" (cause she thought it was me that handed the dress in). I thought the poor woman was going to burst of embarrassment. Now if the dress had been the color of her face it might have had something going for it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">In retrospect, I know the woman was trying to help but got in the way and was trying so hard she forgot what we needed. I also don't blame her for trying to get the dress out of the door. It really was horrid. If I had owned the store it a) wouldn't have gotten through the door and b) would have made it out the door in the garbage can....immediately. </span> <br /><a ef="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;" /></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-35936696976213479602009-03-23T20:02:00.000-07:002009-03-23T20:03:54.954-07:00HELP HELPSo far on my last post I have had 4 people "visiting" that are advertising on my blog. I deleted the comments and ads but can anyone tell me how to stop this from happening again? <br /><br />Thanks <br /><a ef="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;" /></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-23127107161873796082009-03-23T18:35:00.000-07:002009-03-23T19:54:19.194-07:00SUMMER, ORANGE AND DAUGHER<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Well I have had enough of winter, the cold and just blah days. I want warmth and sunshine and maybe a few palm trees. Ooops...got a little carried away there as we don't have them here. I will settle for flowers. Lots and lots of them in every color. Oh...and a hammock....like this</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5C5ajA2ZGre9jL9_z73e50J1iy2OFJ9YEqsbpWU6ANbI1qOoiWsJ7_NuKK0KS4OeJ9qUOYjFf-XMYYoT7MoSHbNhRT6btH4D4C6wZ5kP5oPwaWxjHjeVhhX5XbRtY7z7wm3yLdSdUoE/s1600-h/palm-tree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5C5ajA2ZGre9jL9_z73e50J1iy2OFJ9YEqsbpWU6ANbI1qOoiWsJ7_NuKK0KS4OeJ9qUOYjFf-XMYYoT7MoSHbNhRT6btH4D4C6wZ5kP5oPwaWxjHjeVhhX5XbRtY7z7wm3yLdSdUoE/s320/palm-tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316563846750844226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I can't see orange things without thinking of <a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://yayastuff.blogspot.com/">Yaya</a>. I see stuff and think she would like that or wonder if she has one of those. Orange is going to drive me as I am a purple person....See what you have done? You owe me!!!!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiBnClnnE0HdUVOo0gB-772S7eOXcY2EYKzdQ5FCraYlNajHkukHOeYYZvaAr9b8VgiByvHA81o0WujxJIxPFGhgR9aaoQtKdMqGgRQ9uL3rNm2liYcJ7T-xo92slBr9kJ7Hmko1vJa3U/s1600-h/2731892743_714862aa89.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiBnClnnE0HdUVOo0gB-772S7eOXcY2EYKzdQ5FCraYlNajHkukHOeYYZvaAr9b8VgiByvHA81o0WujxJIxPFGhgR9aaoQtKdMqGgRQ9uL3rNm2liYcJ7T-xo92slBr9kJ7Hmko1vJa3U/s320/2731892743_714862aa89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316564133631758002" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">My daughter...delightful child that she is, called me a sicko. (See </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://bramacks-mom.blogspot.com/">Lana's</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </span>blog). What kind of offspring calls their very own loving and devoted mother a sicko. I mean I am just devastated. Just like her cat is... WHEN WILL CHILDREN UNDERSTAND. </span> </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqltbH3JN3MZeV6B79lNToIy3-6nua8FMpZbCDl72aA2ORfBYL4GOtj8uneew412MNYJHE0MHZtho38U2xgukCIcSPTC4fhTd0nvmdSr3YpFyCYn5pcQ54rO1s32Rtg0j3hgMMyBEgVmk/s1600-h/cat+upset.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqltbH3JN3MZeV6B79lNToIy3-6nua8FMpZbCDl72aA2ORfBYL4GOtj8uneew412MNYJHE0MHZtho38U2xgukCIcSPTC4fhTd0nvmdSr3YpFyCYn5pcQ54rO1s32Rtg0j3hgMMyBEgVmk/s320/cat+upset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316565589988630962" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">In fact I have decided to go and have some chocolate and if I gain weight...Boy are you ever in trouble for upsetting me girl..... (thanx for the excuse)</span><br /><a ef="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-62770725100765114922009-03-21T07:02:00.000-07:002009-03-21T07:05:49.107-07:00TO THOSE WHO BELIEVE IN ME<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vrIGyQqRTxi212nh6iEZDuABfJF2M8j71mGainSa8ixUfpQ8uhITnzhuZR33oFRdQhyrfXcIMTrZgpiFGJIzeoLHkwnGJPz98-A75k4sSYy8Pk1zUPIE8VOG3xBezNED-hW7XmccwQA/s1600-h/Hug+Poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vrIGyQqRTxi212nh6iEZDuABfJF2M8j71mGainSa8ixUfpQ8uhITnzhuZR33oFRdQhyrfXcIMTrZgpiFGJIzeoLHkwnGJPz98-A75k4sSYy8Pk1zUPIE8VOG3xBezNED-hW7XmccwQA/s320/Hug+Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315641373685719362" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a ef="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-3985905840970816602009-03-19T22:35:00.000-07:002009-03-19T22:48:16.785-07:00This Blogging BusinessThis blogging business is hard. I mean, like hard. As in difficult. How do you keep coming up with stuff to write about. Everyday life…..WHAT?? You want to be bored to tears maybe? My life is such that I often bore myself. As an example. Today I got to sit in a Union meeting for 8 hours and then had my taxes done. Ooooo…so exciting!! Now I get to play on the computer for a few hours. Oh and watch a hockey game. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Q1EAJAeFao66Ogpkt1F2_w4rTK5xV1XSpiIY4iG2uOCz30k7rzNPE2nanRSybc352E-o4A9Z1_GzUQZpS1NBSh58j65SpvA_VS6luYdPZSJGlcy_1WfPfbC3vumSH_aN_DbOtfpKD8I/s1600-h/sleepy_heads.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Q1EAJAeFao66Ogpkt1F2_w4rTK5xV1XSpiIY4iG2uOCz30k7rzNPE2nanRSybc352E-o4A9Z1_GzUQZpS1NBSh58j65SpvA_VS6luYdPZSJGlcy_1WfPfbC3vumSH_aN_DbOtfpKD8I/s320/sleepy_heads.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315142251847818354" /></a> Mind you I will write about 30 blogs of which I shall immediately erase cause they will so droll they will make me fall asleep. Face it…they bored me. So I will not burden you with that nonsense. <br /><br />Maybe I could tell my fellow bloggers about the “dying” goat. Or about the day I spent getting rid of all my old paperwork. Nope. There are much better things to write about I said although I can’t think of any. Would they be interested in hearing about how big of a pot hole there was on the road and I damaged my rim and blew the tire out. Nah…. How about my first pet….a budge named Chipper. We had to give him away when we were moving. See boring. And before any of you bright-eyed bloggers out there think to help me….NO I WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT MY LOVE LIFE….. not that there is anything interesting in that either since we are so far apart. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CInUmYLdxDC0_vAFTgb9BMzM31IK4Ld8pRD5V695BNF6O6KniksPK5KjloB7dU2DIXMbUCrPw1ltsWO2wxen-DjY8G401gHW3nO2_zhZD3-qXE-YVqmDnHBFtCPDHb6FKiyLb7fAI6o/s1600-h/8531589221a10030446121ml.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 157px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CInUmYLdxDC0_vAFTgb9BMzM31IK4Ld8pRD5V695BNF6O6KniksPK5KjloB7dU2DIXMbUCrPw1ltsWO2wxen-DjY8G401gHW3nO2_zhZD3-qXE-YVqmDnHBFtCPDHb6FKiyLb7fAI6o/s320/8531589221a10030446121ml.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315142494016153026" /></a><br /><br />Don’t give up on me though. I really will come through for you if you stick with me. Once my brain settles back to earth I will put out all the stops. <br /><a ef="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-64450558885640821512009-03-17T07:41:00.000-07:002009-03-17T07:44:42.694-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSCjZdv2UkwqcYTjOwadMMvCWMr5vJnVqYxKUjDcvIPwCffXxk7jlLoW5QEkptMZnFsLesK1OpSXaqRlbiEc6S7mmVcW3o5JrOj0YpnxNc24SBW-lcFrLwZ7xJpEalnOlBr3R3pLFvELk/s1600-h/None+of+that+shit+worked.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSCjZdv2UkwqcYTjOwadMMvCWMr5vJnVqYxKUjDcvIPwCffXxk7jlLoW5QEkptMZnFsLesK1OpSXaqRlbiEc6S7mmVcW3o5JrOj0YpnxNc24SBW-lcFrLwZ7xJpEalnOlBr3R3pLFvELk/s320/None+of+that+shit+worked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314167421683422386" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-54198063323076108172009-03-16T12:32:00.000-07:002009-03-16T12:39:11.336-07:00Today I went to my mailbox. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzK_fS_OUurTsH3OpuqGq6BXtIs2EXGcHgUJq8hYXywR8ceeBOV5xYguAyWQTr6Nu297Onf4tTcYOS6Q9xYQNEFBZmDnXNnnavxcr9sg2C8PskeGyvDL5OkjU601Lzbf0UyiB-FKx-BY/s1600-h/stuffed+mailbox.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzK_fS_OUurTsH3OpuqGq6BXtIs2EXGcHgUJq8hYXywR8ceeBOV5xYguAyWQTr6Nu297Onf4tTcYOS6Q9xYQNEFBZmDnXNnnavxcr9sg2C8PskeGyvDL5OkjU601Lzbf0UyiB-FKx-BY/s320/stuffed+mailbox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313872185881520658" /></a><br /><br />It was stuffed so full I could hardly get the stuff to come out. I noted the care in which the mail person put it in….NOT…. rammed in would be a better description. I tugged and pulled till I got a piece out and then…out came the rest onto the floor. My 7 year old grandson was with me so I had to keep my cuss words in my head although they desperately wanted to come out. He pitched in and started picking the papers and that is when I realized that most of the stuff from the box were flyers, Pizza coupons, furnace cleaning…you know the stuff. I threw about 80% of the stuff away into the bin we have next to the mailboxes. When I got home, I sorted the mail further. Would you believe me if I told you that out of that perfectly packed crushed up mail, I kept only one cheque (income tax rebate) and one bill that I have already paid. That was it!!!! Talk about a waste of trees. <br /><br />Anybody else have issues with the amount of non-mail that is delivered?<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-13480897375753703372009-03-13T06:48:00.001-07:002009-03-13T06:50:08.245-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzOBdGkVvd6AFqjIybdeVSBaSlLzb3l7-g0qf_lNLqYrrCLHhOG6SdotgUGiG99xTA9w90FyPXqeb77Zg9eFE3g_X1UzpSA311fBAXr-b2QGsAIOO4aUxjlbG-qPc7eyP-FtppwPBMjU/s1600-h/Awesome+weekend.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzOBdGkVvd6AFqjIybdeVSBaSlLzb3l7-g0qf_lNLqYrrCLHhOG6SdotgUGiG99xTA9w90FyPXqeb77Zg9eFE3g_X1UzpSA311fBAXr-b2QGsAIOO4aUxjlbG-qPc7eyP-FtppwPBMjU/s320/Awesome+weekend.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312669158201194994" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-46696566194985436832009-03-11T00:38:00.000-07:002009-03-11T00:43:39.636-07:00I WON.....<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Well bloggy friends...I won the election. woo-hoo.....and no that shouldn't be capitalized. I am STILL the President. Now I get to go on to bigger and better battles with the management. Not to worry though...I sorta like to fight with them. Cause I win there too. Maybe that's why no one wanted it. Cause I am doing such a bang up job everyone was scared to run against me...Yeah Yeah...THAT'S IT.... Anything or Anyone who tries to get me out of my delusional world will pay...you have been warned !!!!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;" /></a><br /></span>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-58902319894647077252009-03-09T23:00:00.000-07:002009-03-09T23:03:06.777-07:00BUSY BUSY<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;">Sorry bloggy friends…I have been very neglectful but haven’t meant to be. I have been very busy. I am the President of our local Union and have been busy trying to get elected again. …. Wait….that isn’t quite true. You see…We are a very small local. No one else really wanted the job. I mean really…no one wanted it, so to have a local and have some one represent them, I stepped into the position about 2 and half years ago and have been stuck….I mean I have been doing the job since. And even though there was no one else, we still, under the constitution, had to post election notices and everything. So I was campaigning like crazy trying to get some one else to step up to the plate. Alas I failed and am still doing the job. Am I to be congratulated??? That would be a big NAH…. I don’t mind doing it but it really is starting to take up a lot of my time that I would rather be doing other things. Like BLOGGING…</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623111825534626057.post-87443306318610263332009-03-08T22:01:00.000-07:002009-03-08T22:03:42.545-07:00GOOD MONDAY ADVICE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6IitpjsXn5kWXq3FT38CkDk-FbMpdtXd-b9dnA2Mc2e70wp6PnQgY1LFBuwzX1vnaUPHOd5FNaWJha4RgoP9ClF4LpjZawmumtqGn_XPQevB5w7Q5kLX5rt5MsB1TM3IbsXlEeaiR6VM/s1600-h/Wetsuit+Fart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6IitpjsXn5kWXq3FT38CkDk-FbMpdtXd-b9dnA2Mc2e70wp6PnQgY1LFBuwzX1vnaUPHOd5FNaWJha4RgoP9ClF4LpjZawmumtqGn_XPQevB5w7Q5kLX5rt5MsB1TM3IbsXlEeaiR6VM/s320/Wetsuit+Fart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311048882930114994" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/F4AB01C366CF3CA55FE2C50826A07BFF.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Seekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909647287541215815noreply@blogger.com7