<?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-7509523</id><updated>2011-10-16T06:38:17.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Postponing Joy</title><subtitle type='html'>"Life is what happens to you while you're busy makin other plans..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>332</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7296111822623687963</id><published>2011-09-17T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:48:07.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's baaaaaack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1uzNrnDw7s/TnTqW74BNYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Dan95oKgGuY/s1600/277073_122467604516569_6741666_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1uzNrnDw7s/TnTqW74BNYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Dan95oKgGuY/s400/277073_122467604516569_6741666_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653401112007488898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have missed blogging.  This lovely place was blocked for a while... did I forget my password? yes.  Was I told there was suspicious activity? Yes, but a blog of mine would be suspicious of some sort.  &lt;div&gt;And many things have happened since the last post.  Somethings, I'll share to catch people up and somethings are just better left in the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got done with Hedwig... the second edition and it was an amazing experience.  The first was WOW... this was amazing.  And I'd do it all again. So that's one thing to catch up on... the rest... well... We will see how it all unfolds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7296111822623687963?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7296111822623687963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7296111822623687963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7296111822623687963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7296111822623687963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/shes-baaaaaack.html' title='She&apos;s baaaaaack!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1uzNrnDw7s/TnTqW74BNYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Dan95oKgGuY/s72-c/277073_122467604516569_6741666_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-5480895407901673282</id><published>2009-05-11T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:34:42.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive</title><content type='html'>Too busy to write&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things to say and don't know where to begin&lt;br /&gt;But I will... I promise that I won't be so negligent on my blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy spring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-5480895407901673282?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5480895407901673282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=5480895407901673282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5480895407901673282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5480895407901673282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-2674230396901772939</id><published>2009-05-11T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:31:10.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He DIDN'T!!!  Yes, he did.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/Sgj1eoskW5I/AAAAAAAAAdM/bqxtce59MN8/s1600-h/drunk+jon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334783665289583506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/Sgj1eoskW5I/AAAAAAAAAdM/bqxtce59MN8/s400/drunk+jon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/Sgj1PsaqtHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/aSdGhpH3Rf4/s1600-h/deanna-hummel-brother-liar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334783408590206066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/Sgj1PsaqtHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/aSdGhpH3Rf4/s400/deanna-hummel-brother-liar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know... I love this show.  It's a guilty pleasure.  I have to admit that! I've posted things here about this show and I love it and well... my crush on Jon&lt;br /&gt;But look at the pic with the chick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DRUNK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Schwaisted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pissed up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep... has had some beer and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, The rumor has it that Jon has been having an affair.  I"m not going to cast any stones... I think that if I was married at 22, and at 33 had 8 kids and an overbearing wife and well... a life that is under scruitny 24/7, I don't quite know what I would do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I"m just going to wait and see how this unfolds.... gonna be an interesting season on TLC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-2674230396901772939?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2674230396901772939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=2674230396901772939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2674230396901772939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2674230396901772939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-didnt-yes-he-did.html' title='He DIDN&apos;T!!!  Yes, he did.'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/Sgj1eoskW5I/AAAAAAAAAdM/bqxtce59MN8/s72-c/drunk+jon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7608306940075271067</id><published>2009-04-01T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:08:42.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Fun At Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SdQyJPjedfI/AAAAAAAAAc8/uqECYn-BJ7M/s1600-h/career-day-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319932194206938610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SdQyJPjedfI/AAAAAAAAAc8/uqECYn-BJ7M/s400/career-day-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are having ANOTHER event... a fashion show.  And yours truly is co-directing.  I had to find the models and write the script and make the music cd. (Now that was the fun part...)&lt;br /&gt;But I have decided what my new profession will be....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7608306940075271067?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7608306940075271067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7608306940075271067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7608306940075271067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7608306940075271067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-fun-at-work.html' title='New Fun At Work!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SdQyJPjedfI/AAAAAAAAAc8/uqECYn-BJ7M/s72-c/career-day-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-3165421213313327490</id><published>2009-03-16T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:56:04.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check YO Bucket!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/Sb8LZrA_D_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/UIq4ccYfxNY/s1600-h/paul-cebar-and-the-milwaukeeans-1_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313978620991967218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/Sb8LZrA_D_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/UIq4ccYfxNY/s400/paul-cebar-and-the-milwaukeeans-1_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am addicted.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine played me Paul Cebar and the Milwaukeeans live and I was hooked.  Done gone hooked.&lt;br /&gt;They remind me of the wonderful days of One World, but this guy is off the hook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song "Check Your Bucket" - Anyone that can juxtapose an old dance hall tune- turning into a funk classic that rivals George Clinton -  with "Sexual Healing" and The Staples Singers'&lt;br /&gt;"I'll Take You There"  has got my props.   And anyone that can turn Leonard Cohen's "Dance Me To The End Of Love" to a samba has won my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So plan to see him at the end of the month and this same friend told him about me... maybe thinking we could get the man booked for a gig in Northern Sconny... and well, maybe let a chick sing back up on one or two. &lt;br /&gt;I'm game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And  I'll let you know.  Too cool... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-3165421213313327490?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3165421213313327490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=3165421213313327490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3165421213313327490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3165421213313327490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/check-yo-bucket.html' title='Check YO Bucket!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/Sb8LZrA_D_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/UIq4ccYfxNY/s72-c/paul-cebar-and-the-milwaukeeans-1_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7135654864093209389</id><published>2009-03-16T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:15:03.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATEVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/Sb8Cp9qySGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/z7Y65RfV3e8/s1600-h/album3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313969005272385634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/Sb8Cp9qySGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/z7Y65RfV3e8/s400/album3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I'm in a bit of a flux again.  Too much work, not enough sleep, too many things I'd rather be doing...  You know the routine.&lt;br /&gt;Things have gotten to the point that I KNOW I've been drinking too much coffee and am so tired that in the last 10 days, I"ve fallen asleep with the lights on.  YES, I just roll over away from the lamp thinking that it will be off.  Then I wake up and the light is on and I look at the clock and I think... this isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get through this week and I know I'll be just fine.  Then Spring will happen soon and things will be just fine.  Its been a long winter.  Its been hard - and fattening.   But all will be well.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7135654864093209389?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7135654864093209389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7135654864093209389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7135654864093209389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7135654864093209389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/whatever.html' title='WHATEVER!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/Sb8Cp9qySGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/z7Y65RfV3e8/s72-c/album3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-2265147197993600409</id><published>2009-03-08T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:43:20.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night Guilty Pleasure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SbSbSTJWkeI/AAAAAAAAAck/bDBjsLHzB0M/s1600-h/new+yorker.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311040599256109538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SbSbSTJWkeI/AAAAAAAAAck/bDBjsLHzB0M/s400/new+yorker.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sundays are wonderful days.  I usually have them off.  I catch up on things, do laundry, clean, stay in sweats all day long... take a hot bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on Saturday, the mailman delivers my NEW YORKER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, What would I...being in Wisconsin... want to read the New Yorker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, reading the CITY PAGES has got to be too depressing.  I live 1.5 hours from the city and finding out about far too many things happening and not being able to be there got to be far too sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so reading the New Yorker keeps me "happening" but not depressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I read about Van Morrison being in a  bar (very much like the Joynt) talking about roots rock n roll.  I read about Lily Allen.  Last week, it was about Beyonce or Bon Iver or John Irving or just about any topic....&lt;br /&gt;I know what is happening on Broadway and what is in books and movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't feel bad.  It's like its so far away that I don't feel bad.So.... I like my Sunday nights with the New Yorker.  I feel so much like a Hipster, but yet still myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-2265147197993600409?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2265147197993600409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=2265147197993600409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2265147197993600409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2265147197993600409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-night-guilty-pleasure.html' title='Sunday Night Guilty Pleasure!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SbSbSTJWkeI/AAAAAAAAAck/bDBjsLHzB0M/s72-c/new+yorker.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-5963891483588774192</id><published>2009-03-08T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:23:08.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Class act!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SbRCDeiSnaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VwnVHRj7fDw/s1600-h/class+act.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310942488080588194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SbRCDeiSnaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VwnVHRj7fDw/s400/class+act.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Miss Mim's birthday very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This girl somehow manages to hang with so many musicians.  This pic was from the Varsity theatre... Ben Kweller and the Watson twins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben sat down beside her and put his head on her shoulder. Yep... and the Watson Twins think shes cute.&lt;br /&gt;I think that too.&lt;br /&gt;But she has a knack for hanging with the musicians...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder if she can hook me up with some Leonard Cohen tix and a chat with the man&lt;br /&gt;Love you baybee sister and happy birthday real soon!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta love the PBR and the throne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-5963891483588774192?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5963891483588774192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=5963891483588774192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5963891483588774192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5963891483588774192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-class-act.html' title='One Class act!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SbRCDeiSnaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VwnVHRj7fDw/s72-c/class+act.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-4434631928315487676</id><published>2009-03-08T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:34:45.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expanding one's Vocabulary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SbQ4aQ_W7tI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dxSkIoKCleM/s1600-h/book-report-on-the-dictionary.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310931884465123026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SbQ4aQ_W7tI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dxSkIoKCleM/s400/book-report-on-the-dictionary.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I howled with laughter on this one.  &lt;a href="http://www.marriedtothesea.com/"&gt;www.marriedtothesea.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Molly for sending me to this site.  The folks that do this are twisted.  Just like me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need a laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Go here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-4434631928315487676?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4434631928315487676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=4434631928315487676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4434631928315487676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4434631928315487676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/expanding-ones-vocabulary.html' title='Expanding one&apos;s Vocabulary'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SbQ4aQ_W7tI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dxSkIoKCleM/s72-c/book-report-on-the-dictionary.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-2810839005798045359</id><published>2009-02-21T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:04:25.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So NOT a Morning Person.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SaDnylEDxfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/eZxTuUnH8ME/s1600-h/youre-really-asking-for-it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305495217171056114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SaDnylEDxfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/eZxTuUnH8ME/s400/youre-really-asking-for-it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that know me well know that I don't do well in the morning.  Mornings are just not my time of day that I am on.   And lately, I have had to have many MANY early mornings.  It has really tested me.&lt;br /&gt;Work has been so very busy... therefore the lack of postings. Lots of changes, lots of interesting (hint of snark) revelations and just a rather rollercoaster of a new year at work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going into it... I can't and won't.  (I'm not getting fired for either divulging work stuff here on my blog or going off on a rant about it.... there is no point in doing so. I"ll bitch in person if need be.)&lt;br /&gt;BUT!  I have a job.  I have insurance.  I have a pretty good place to go to every day. (yes... almost everyday.)&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired... and I am not a morning person. &lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I have found some really good fresh ground coffee and If I open...I drink the whole pot.  YES THE WHOLE POT.  And I am happy and energetic.  HE HE HE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-2810839005798045359?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2810839005798045359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=2810839005798045359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2810839005798045359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2810839005798045359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-not-morning-person.html' title='So NOT a Morning Person.'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SaDnylEDxfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/eZxTuUnH8ME/s72-c/youre-really-asking-for-it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-5190425807769563931</id><published>2009-02-21T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:45:45.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not THAT old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SaDlzoAjqaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/W5bOhei5Yjw/s1600-h/aarp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305493036118288802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SaDlzoAjqaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/W5bOhei5Yjw/s400/aarp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um...  I don't quite know what to say.  I KNOW I'm not ever remotely qualified for the program. &lt;br /&gt;Granted, this travel kit is pretty cool and would come in mighty handy I guess, but JEEZ... I'm not THAT old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But Getting a discount would be pretty cool...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-5190425807769563931?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5190425807769563931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=5190425807769563931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5190425807769563931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5190425807769563931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-that-old.html' title='I&apos;m not THAT old!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SaDlzoAjqaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/W5bOhei5Yjw/s72-c/aarp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-5321187178548154396</id><published>2009-01-18T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:29:11.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Didn't I get this Elective in College?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SXPqgU9LRAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/dIdTE8yoVo4/s1600-h/college-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292831828192478210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SXPqgU9LRAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/dIdTE8yoVo4/s400/college-life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mouth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;runneth&lt;/span&gt; over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had a strange fascination with cussing for years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My inner censor has been trained by George Carlin, mentored by Bob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saget&lt;/span&gt;, and finely tuned by Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mewes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work with kids from 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade to seniors in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt; in youth drama. I HAVE to watch my mouth even when I want to really REALLY say what is truly on my mind.  (I don't think that I need to get phone calls from moms or dads telling me that they don't approve of my adjectives I use with their children)&lt;br /&gt;So when I saw this... I thought of the very creative ways that I and many of my friends have used the medium of swear words.  A few people come to mind and well...the thought makes me laugh and pee a little! (I'm not mentioning any names... like maybe put red hair on the cartoon girl ... hint)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought of the fact that I never got a chance to take a college course like this.  I mean, we did take some classes that were inane and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; useless, but we did them because of "a well rounded  education".  I truly think that this class would have been far more beneficial than my Intro to Women's Studies or that Police science course because I thought I wanted to be a cop. (Don't ask.  I was having a moment)&lt;br /&gt;At one time I wanted to be a teacher for English as a Second Language.  I KNOW that I would have to teach a unit based on the above course. (Think Harold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ramis&lt;/span&gt;' character in Stripes).  I remember foreign exchange students asking "what does *#&amp;amp;@ mean?" and having to explain, with red face, what it meant.  Now...oh heck, I'll flat out let ya know what it is all about.&lt;br /&gt;If you have any creative new combinations... please send me them.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Asshat&lt;/span&gt; is getting a little old.  I need something new!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-5321187178548154396?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5321187178548154396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=5321187178548154396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5321187178548154396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5321187178548154396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-didnt-i-get-this-elective-in.html' title='Why Didn&apos;t I get this Elective in College?'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SXPqgU9LRAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/dIdTE8yoVo4/s72-c/college-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-2359182583755140782</id><published>2009-01-18T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:49:10.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick a fork in me and call me done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SXPoU_YwVcI/AAAAAAAAAb0/92NtGPvdpDU/s1600-h/ohio-winters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292829434400757186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SXPoU_YwVcI/AAAAAAAAAb0/92NtGPvdpDU/s400/ohio-winters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is mid-January and I think I've had it.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a "joy" to live in the north during winter.  This season has proved to be truly exciting... strange stuff from the sky that makes the road greasy, ice storms that mess with your car doors, wide bands of snow that are unpredictable, downfalls of feet, and then my fave:  windchills and temperatures that freeze your snot in one breath.  Sorry to be that blunt, but I haven't felt that cold since Superior.  Damn, I woke up and thought I was there by how cold it was in my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Like the days that I am counting until I eat sushi...I am counting the days until March 20/21 - the first day of spring. &lt;br /&gt;But then again, to play devil's advocate, it did snow in April of last year and I have the pictures to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;I am so done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-2359182583755140782?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2359182583755140782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=2359182583755140782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2359182583755140782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2359182583755140782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/stick-fork-in-me-and-call-me-done.html' title='Stick a fork in me and call me done!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SXPoU_YwVcI/AAAAAAAAAb0/92NtGPvdpDU/s72-c/ohio-winters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7581454704881435354</id><published>2009-01-18T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:35:43.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messin with My PB!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SXPlg6S0YDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/PzxhouV2nn8/s1600-h/Pure_Peanut_Butter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292826340657225778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SXPlg6S0YDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/PzxhouV2nn8/s400/Pure_Peanut_Butter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I"m peeved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to throw my PB Crackers away yesterday.  Great for taking to lunch and not that fattening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But due to the latest food safety issue... I had to throw the stuff away.  Fine.  Whatever.  I don't choose to take the chance...since my fun time in the ER with food poisoning. (but the drugs were fun and insurance paid for them!)&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness they didn't mess with my Jif of Skippy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7581454704881435354?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7581454704881435354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7581454704881435354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7581454704881435354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7581454704881435354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/messin-with-my-pb.html' title='Messin with My PB!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SXPlg6S0YDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/PzxhouV2nn8/s72-c/Pure_Peanut_Butter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-5188458518219819765</id><published>2009-01-18T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:21:35.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions...</title><content type='html'>1. Would you make a fool out of yourself in public if it meant you were making your partner laugh?&lt;br /&gt;I think I would do anything to make my partner happy…how about tap dancing in a Gorilla suit???&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you prefer the lights on or off during sex?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the mood we are in&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you judge people solely by their musical preferences?&lt;br /&gt;Can I be a snob…Sometimes I do.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could 'take back' your virginity from your first partner, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Tough question…but you don’t get “backsides”&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you ever start a relationship with someone who was still living with an ex for financial reasons?&lt;br /&gt;Now that is a gray area…I’ve seen it.  It can really mess things up.  Not a good idea if you’re not completely over it in your head or your heart.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you need to know everything about someone's past?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I think knowing the major influential life experiences and some of the things that contribute to “issues” is quite helpful.&lt;br /&gt;7. It is more worthwhile and satisfying to improve the world or appreciate the world?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I think that you need to do both.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you feel you have a purpose or calling in life?&lt;br /&gt;Yes…I think we all have a purpose. &lt;br /&gt;9. Do you believe that dreams can be messages from a "higher level"?&lt;br /&gt;I do believe dreams are a part of our subconsciousness trying to work something out or trying to tell us something that is hidden under the surface.  I’ve had dreams that have helped me to answer some questions or have prompted me to really take a look at something that I have been trying to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you rather have a great friend you could share everything with or a great lover you can't really talk to?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  I want both.&lt;br /&gt;11. Is the male or female body the closest to perfection?&lt;br /&gt;It might be tough being a girl..but a female body.&lt;br /&gt;I DELETED 12...I'm NOT going there.&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you like kissing in public?&lt;br /&gt;I can kiss in public, but full on making out is just not classy.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have a fetish that you would like to employ in your next relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Umm…gotta think about that.  I plead the fifth.&lt;br /&gt;15. Did America really put a man on the moon? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you date someone significantly (9 years or over) older than you?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, been there done that.&lt;br /&gt;17. Generally, in life, what makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends that love me. &lt;br /&gt;18. How well do you handle criticism? &lt;br /&gt;I do ok…if it gets really harsh, I get very defensive, but most of the time I’m alright and then I rant if I don’t agree – in private.&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you like to date someone a lot purer than you?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know.  I have but it has caused conflict. &lt;br /&gt;20. When fooling around with someone, do you sometimes have sexual fantasies about other people?&lt;br /&gt;Um…not really.  No.  I haven’t.&lt;br /&gt;21. Is it possible for full-figured women to be equally attractive as thinner women?&lt;br /&gt;Yes…sometimes the full-figured woman is far more attractive. (a woman is self confident if she really accepts her body and that is very sexy.) Beauty is as beauty does.&lt;br /&gt;22. You've just met someone incredible while out with friends, and (s)he's been kind enough to cough up a phone number. How long would you wait to call?&lt;br /&gt;A day…been there done that.&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you think the family of a murder victim should have any say in what punishment is given to the murderer?&lt;br /&gt;I think their opinion should be considered, but the judge and jury will have to decide based on the law.&lt;br /&gt;24. Would you have a "Happy Button" installed on your body, connected to your brain, which would instantly make you very happy whenever you pressed it?&lt;br /&gt;There are some days that I would absolutely love it.&lt;br /&gt;25. Would you rather know everything about your mate, or be regularly surprised?&lt;br /&gt;as long as the surprises aren't huge but cute little things, then surprised.&lt;br /&gt;26. We are all human, do you judge someone for a past indiscretion?&lt;br /&gt;sure, to a point that is..&lt;br /&gt;27. What is sexiest on a woman or a man?&lt;br /&gt;on a man.... a suit... classy well tailored suits are always attractive.  A woman…  If she can carry them off…definitely pearls&lt;br /&gt;28. Would you rather have your dream job or your soul mate for the rest of your life?&lt;br /&gt;soul mate&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you consider yourself sexually open minded?&lt;br /&gt; Oh that question is funny!  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;30. Should your mate also become your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you rather marry a virgin or someone experienced?&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever had a true one-night stand?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever posed as a nude model?&lt;br /&gt;for an art project of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;34. Would you prefer if good things happened, or interesting things?&lt;br /&gt;well good things can be interesting... i'm going with both&lt;br /&gt;35. Is it better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all?&lt;br /&gt;for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-5188458518219819765?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5188458518219819765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=5188458518219819765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5188458518219819765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5188458518219819765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/confessions.html' title='Confessions...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-4083139799824009935</id><published>2009-01-13T20:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:04:44.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SW1xHtH-SpI/AAAAAAAAAbY/JFKtKvSWbaY/s1600-h/ankle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291009514416261778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SW1xHtH-SpI/AAAAAAAAAbY/JFKtKvSWbaY/s400/ankle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it again. I twisted my left ankle this morning.&lt;br /&gt;This ankle has been giving me problems since high school. Sprain the damn thing once and you have problems for life...&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, getting ready to go to my car, and in a hurry...I miss-stepped. And DOWN I WENT. (My bottom hurts too... that's where I landed.)&lt;br /&gt;So, I knew, called the Ruckerman, and then wrapped that sucker and took a bunch of advil.&lt;br /&gt;Not a happy girl. But then I took a nap and felt very very sore. I'm needing a massage or an allignment big time. I'm just off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for at least a week I need to wrap this baby up and be good.&lt;br /&gt;And I was planning to go out on friday and wear my new stilletto boots. I guess the only boots I'm gonna wear are my Doc Martin's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn.  I think I wrote about this a couple of winters ago on the blog here... and he didn't give me painkillers then and the doctor didn't now.  I still had some left from past surgery... amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring on the painkillers. I hurt.  or How many martinis are equal to a vicodin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-4083139799824009935?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4083139799824009935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=4083139799824009935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4083139799824009935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4083139799824009935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/twisted.html' title='Twisted'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SW1xHtH-SpI/AAAAAAAAAbY/JFKtKvSWbaY/s72-c/ankle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-6081968761185205782</id><published>2009-01-13T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:58:26.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell Asleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SW1wfFXcucI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/CvZZc5l2XPg/s1600-h/SPN01-XI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291008816548985282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SW1wfFXcucI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/CvZZc5l2XPg/s400/SPN01-XI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my pearls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has gotten me so tired, that when I get home...I check my mail, get ready for bed and then put my jammies on.  Funny... I always wear my heart necklace and so I never think to take my other necklace off.  But the other night, I was so tired that I fell asleep with my pearls on.  I didn't know until I woke in the morning and looked in the mirror.  I had a good laugh. &lt;br /&gt;Always a lady!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-6081968761185205782?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6081968761185205782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=6081968761185205782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/6081968761185205782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/6081968761185205782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/fell-asleep.html' title='Fell Asleep...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SW1wfFXcucI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/CvZZc5l2XPg/s72-c/SPN01-XI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-9117946418407140545</id><published>2009-01-13T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:55:06.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI...or TMI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SW1v7vMKxdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/r4L3upWGptY/s1600-h/monroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291008209300669906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SW1v7vMKxdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/r4L3upWGptY/s400/monroe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes... always a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SW1tso1QS5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/uvY5QOi532o/s1600-h/monroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-9117946418407140545?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9117946418407140545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=9117946418407140545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/9117946418407140545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/9117946418407140545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/fyior-tmi.html' title='FYI...or TMI'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SW1v7vMKxdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/r4L3upWGptY/s72-c/monroe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-3555566076033445201</id><published>2009-01-04T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:34:34.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That gleam in her eyes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SWEIr410u8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/j4MTPp077f4/s1600-h/12-31-08_2151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287516987595209666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SWEIr410u8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/j4MTPp077f4/s320/12-31-08_2151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SWEId571C7I/AAAAAAAAAaw/47Hmc857lmU/s1600-h/cocktail+weenie+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287516747370662834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SWEId571C7I/AAAAAAAAAaw/47Hmc857lmU/s320/cocktail+weenie+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start "almanacing" my years by a simple picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have done this every year for the past five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the left... 9 pm Dec 31 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the right 9 pm Dec 31 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the outfits and locale has changed. Still wearing the pearls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my quote for every New Year's Eve.... NOTHIN SAYS "A PARTY" LIKE A COCKTAIL WEENIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-3555566076033445201?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3555566076033445201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=3555566076033445201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3555566076033445201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3555566076033445201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-gleam-in-her-eyes.html' title='That gleam in her eyes!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SWEIr410u8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/j4MTPp077f4/s72-c/12-31-08_2151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7081042571251828219</id><published>2008-12-30T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:51:39.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush on a Lunchbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVrFE2AvaLI/AAAAAAAAAao/j00rPHgBux0/s1600-h/kevin+smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285753799681468594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVrFE2AvaLI/AAAAAAAAAao/j00rPHgBux0/s400/kevin+smith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevin Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, Kevin Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love his movies.  It is intellectual adolescent humor.  (Is that an oxymoron?)  I mean...the man is well versed in pop culture, he has helped to re-write many a screenplay - some of which would surprise you, and he is quite intelligent.  He also was an exec producer of an Oscar winning film (Good Will Hunting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go figure. &lt;br /&gt;I'm reading his book - "My Boring Ass Life" and I'm laughing out loud.  He is like the male version of Jen Lancaster.  He bitches about his dogs - So does Jen.  He bitches about having to write and take care of stuff - so does Jen.  He rants and gushes about his spouse - so does Jen.  And both equally do it from the male and female perspective respectfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the book has made Kevin a bit more endearing to me.  And yes...he's my fave lunchbox.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7081042571251828219?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7081042571251828219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7081042571251828219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7081042571251828219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7081042571251828219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/crush-on-lunchbox.html' title='Crush on a Lunchbox'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVrFE2AvaLI/AAAAAAAAAao/j00rPHgBux0/s72-c/kevin+smith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-2541948420803358442</id><published>2008-12-30T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:56:28.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I should have a child...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVrCcbqxBhI/AAAAAAAAAag/yJUEE0j92_w/s1600-h/Funny-Class-Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285750906391954962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVrCcbqxBhI/AAAAAAAAAag/yJUEE0j92_w/s400/Funny-Class-Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that the fates would be paying me back for all the shit that I have done as a kid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet I would have a little boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet that he would know all the little tricks and naughty things just thru osmosis or because he's just my kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I know that the teacher would be calling or emailing me every day with an update of the latest antics of my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I saw this picture...I felt for this little boy's parents, because I know that if I ever have a son...he would do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-2541948420803358442?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2541948420803358442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=2541948420803358442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2541948420803358442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2541948420803358442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-should-have-child.html' title='If I should have a child...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVrCcbqxBhI/AAAAAAAAAag/yJUEE0j92_w/s72-c/Funny-Class-Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7682803681047821167</id><published>2008-12-30T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:50:24.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVq-wSaA-KI/AAAAAAAAAaY/BR5W9FEC0F8/s1600-h/loved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285746849456650402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVq-wSaA-KI/AAAAAAAAAaY/BR5W9FEC0F8/s400/loved.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretty happy.  Ok...I'm not diggin every aspect of my job.  I'd like to have more money.  I'd like to have a bit less cold and a bit more sun.  Maybe 20 less pounds...  Just those average sort of wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, I have been smiling more, blushing more, hoping more, and realizing how great some things really are in my life. &lt;br /&gt;How blessed I am and how loved I feel.  Thanks friends... and I feel like Bridge in the picture...  really loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7682803681047821167?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7682803681047821167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7682803681047821167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7682803681047821167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7682803681047821167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-i-feel.html' title='How I feel...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVq-wSaA-KI/AAAAAAAAAaY/BR5W9FEC0F8/s72-c/loved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-1792699628914425476</id><published>2008-12-30T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:21:43.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor in a Snowstorm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVq2NgoU0SI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/5iSxkR9Dffo/s1600-h/SL_Snow_Plow_Truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285737455886324002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVq2NgoU0SI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/5iSxkR9Dffo/s400/SL_Snow_Plow_Truck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's snowing here again.  And I'm getting sick of it.  But there is humor in the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live on a hill.  A steep hill with a funny grade.  My hill MUST be plowed because it is one of two ways to get to the hospital and the police station.  So the plows wake me up at 4:15 in the morning quite often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was a snow day.  And at about 3 pm, I made myself a cup of tea and then continued to read my book and then I heard the plow.&lt;br /&gt;No biggie...its snowing they gotta plow but then I heard a backing up...and then loud motor sounds and then.... the plow again and then the backing up...&lt;br /&gt;I looked out my bedroom window to see that this multi-ton truck is stuck on the hill...can only back down and make a running jump ( if that's what you call it) to get up and finish plowing the hill.&lt;br /&gt;I sat for 45 minutes watching this scene, reading the lips of the plow truck driver and watching the process of backing up and starting again.  Finally he backed down a long way and then went the roundabout way of plowing the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why little boys love watching big trucks.  I don't think it's my cup of tea...pun intended, but I understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-1792699628914425476?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1792699628914425476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=1792699628914425476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1792699628914425476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1792699628914425476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/humor-in-snowstorm.html' title='Humor in a Snowstorm'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVq2NgoU0SI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/5iSxkR9Dffo/s72-c/SL_Snow_Plow_Truck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-560470255123997167</id><published>2008-12-29T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:21:31.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Breakfast and Lunch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVnJgc1HD_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/5DiLiBYwgNg/s1600-h/baked-goods-going-the-distance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285477197027938290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVnJgc1HD_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/5DiLiBYwgNg/s400/baked-goods-going-the-distance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a wonderful muffin delivered to me with a cup of piping hot coffee in the morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had a cupcake with my lunch...(actually it was my lunch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then...my mom made me red velvet cake...&lt;br /&gt;(No candles...the house would have burned down)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ass will never be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-560470255123997167?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/560470255123997167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=560470255123997167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/560470255123997167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/560470255123997167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-birthday-breakfast-and-lunch.html' title='My Birthday Breakfast and Lunch...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVnJgc1HD_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/5DiLiBYwgNg/s72-c/baked-goods-going-the-distance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-9181766809263063471</id><published>2008-12-29T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:11:55.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about the butter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVnDQUnZpBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Z2FiqMgrELk/s1600-h/super-backpackass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285470322875278354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVnDQUnZpBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Z2FiqMgrELk/s400/super-backpackass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um... I can tell it is Christmas time. I've overloaded on carbs.&lt;br /&gt;I've overloaded on sweets&lt;br /&gt;I've overloaded on butter laden things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year, I lost weight at Christmas time. You see, last year, Mama G had broken her leg and was in bed most of the holiday season. Meaning...none of Mama's cookies for Christmas of 07.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this year she more than made up for it. And just like the potato chips...you can't eat just one.&lt;br /&gt;She made my faves, She made my dad's faves, She made my sister's faves, she made her faves.&lt;br /&gt;And then she made more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ding dang. Thank goodness I'm back to work and not surrounded by goodies. And that new pair of skinny jeans I bought for insentive is waiting for me...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know what my new year's resolution will be.... Stay away from Mama's cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-9181766809263063471?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9181766809263063471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=9181766809263063471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/9181766809263063471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/9181766809263063471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-about-butter.html' title='All about the butter!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SVnDQUnZpBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Z2FiqMgrELk/s72-c/super-backpackass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-8492643007974364847</id><published>2008-12-16T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:42:20.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad day in sushi-land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SUimo35LghI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XA_DZiO1qsc/s1600-h/sushi+knitted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280653784220664338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SUimo35LghI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XA_DZiO1qsc/s400/sushi+knitted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, this summer, I got food poisoning.  No, it wasn't from sushi.  (Thank goodness)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was from - what I believe - a bad crab cake.  If you ever want to give me living hell, feed me a crabcake that has gone awry.  You'll see me sick for 3 days, dehydrated, stuck in strange emergency room and hepped up on painkillers (Dalaudin  - woah, wicked stuff) that when watching Jon and Kate plus 8, I started to get misty eyed and thought that I could actually handle having 6 Three-year old children at the same time and juggle a husband also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HA... you should have seen it. I was in a state.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I digress.   I had my check up with the Ruckerman.  Some people have doctors... I have a doctor that is like superman - hence the name.  Well, we talked about the little episode of food poisoning and what I ate that weekend.  He couldn't rule out the sushi.  But my friend that I ate the sushi with wasn't sick.  So, I'm still thinking the crabcakes.&lt;br /&gt;But I was told that I could not have sushi for at least 6 months.  He feels that it might compromise my immune system (long story) so to be on the safe side, I should wait and then try it again and monitor my reaction.  OK... i know that I can't eat the average Chinese food and buffet because I get ill from the MSG. (um...remember the girl that turned into a blueberry from eating the gum on Willy Wonka?  Well, feed me food with high MSG and watch my lips swell bigger than Pamela Anderson's lips and boobs.) &lt;br /&gt;So I will try it then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DING DANG&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I want to have spicy tuna roll for my birthday with one of Sharon's cupcakes.    I have to wait until March.  MARCH!?!?!  Ok, I suppose I can manage this.  But when there's a sushi happy hour and it is dirt cheap and good for me...what is a girl to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep it in perspective.  Um, when the Brewers start playing in the spring...I get to eat sushi.&lt;br /&gt;When it starts to get warmer... I get to eat sushi&lt;br /&gt;When I get to have a vacation... I get to eat sushi&lt;br /&gt;When there is no retail holiday to bug the shit out of me...I get to eat sushi&lt;br /&gt;The list could go on and on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in mid-March, I will be sitting , with chopsticks in hand, and eating my sushi&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the wasabi, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a p.s.:  the picture above is KNITTED sushi.  This is all this girl is gonna get.  I think I just might have to knit me some of this and just wait...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-8492643007974364847?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8492643007974364847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=8492643007974364847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8492643007974364847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8492643007974364847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/sad-day-in-sushi-land.html' title='Sad day in sushi-land'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SUimo35LghI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XA_DZiO1qsc/s72-c/sushi+knitted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-2571728109477448896</id><published>2008-12-16T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:00:19.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes and wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SUigBW0MFfI/AAAAAAAAAZo/CDeWUtfi3nE/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280646508256695794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SUigBW0MFfI/AAAAAAAAAZo/CDeWUtfi3nE/s400/cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH MAN&lt;br /&gt;I was treated to the motherload of all cupcakes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be very careful what you wish for.  My co-worker, Sharon, is a Primo baker.  This woman can cook and can bake so awesomely...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And she watched a Bobby Flay throwdown.&lt;br /&gt;THE RED VELVET CAKE EPISODE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So guess who got her red velvet cake?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a week before my birthday too. &lt;br /&gt;I was dancing as I was eating my cupcake. I could have eaten at least 4.   Yes, they were lush, moist, rich and about the most wonderful taste treat I have had in a long time.  I was one happy girl. &lt;br /&gt;You know when little kids get so happy when they are eating... that is how I felt eating this cupcake.  I literally moaned when I took my first bite.  IT WAS THAT GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Sharon is a goddess.  And next week, she's going to make the challenger's recipe for the Red Velvet cake.  OMG!!! &lt;br /&gt;I will be having to put my tap shoes on!  I will be really dancing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I"ll keep you posted but here's the recipe:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/sara-moulton/southern-red-velvet-cake-recipe/index.html"&gt;http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/sara-moulton/southern-red-velvet-cake-recipe/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Sharon adapted this for cupcakes.  And me being the non-frosting girl... THIS IS OFF THE HOOK FROSTING.  But then again, it's a buttercreme based cream cheese frosting.  What more can a girl ask for!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tastes like...more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-2571728109477448896?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2571728109477448896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=2571728109477448896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2571728109477448896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2571728109477448896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/cupcakes-and-wishes.html' title='Cupcakes and wishes'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SUigBW0MFfI/AAAAAAAAAZo/CDeWUtfi3nE/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7104458680277397734</id><published>2008-12-08T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:56:13.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Eat Cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/ST4VMGZrdeI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PV14ahp19TA/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277679110945732066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/ST4VMGZrdeI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PV14ahp19TA/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love cake.  I really do.  Some people love frosting, but I dont&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prefer cake.  Always have always will. MMM....&lt;br /&gt;Warm Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and if someone brings me a piece of this... I will just adore them for life:&lt;br /&gt;Red Velvet.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, red velvet cake is my all time favorite.  It is moist, it has the hint of cocoa and the color is just lush.&lt;br /&gt;As for frosting...yes, I guess it does need it, otherwise it wouldn't be red velvet cake.  Some people like the cream cheese frosting for it... me - I want a butter cream.  MMmmm.... &lt;br /&gt;Slice me up a big piece of Red Velvet, with buttercreme frosting and a cup of tea and I am so good to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I might be hungry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7104458680277397734?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7104458680277397734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7104458680277397734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7104458680277397734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7104458680277397734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-me-eat-cake.html' title='Let Me Eat Cake!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/ST4VMGZrdeI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PV14ahp19TA/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-5099231492624949480</id><published>2008-12-08T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:44:05.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrismas music and survival of the Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/ST4M1lg704I/AAAAAAAAAZY/x3xr4NfFer8/s1600-h/bonosingslikeadouche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277669928067650434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/ST4M1lg704I/AAAAAAAAAZY/x3xr4NfFer8/s400/bonosingslikeadouche.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And Tonight, Thank God it's them...instead of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's that time of the year again.  The time that you dig out your favorite songs and sing along.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas music is forced upon me at work.  I think if I hear one more version of "Sleigh Ride" or "Winter Wonderland", I will just go nuts.  But once in a great while, Tony Bennett will come on and croon, or Frank, or Ella, or Harry Connick Jr.  Then life is a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;Then... WOOT!  On comes U2 and Christmas, Baby Please come Home starts playing and I shout "YEAH" right along with Bono.  But when Joey Ramone comes on and sings this ditty... my inner rebel punk girl makes me want to slamdance with glee.&lt;br /&gt;The ONLY song that isn't on is "Do they Know Its Christmas Time?"  #1 on my sister's list of fave songs and my all time #1 Christmas tune.  Like I said...sing this in the middle of a hot humid summer day and all is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... get out the vinyl or your cassettes...or even your 8-tracks... Who cares!?!  Just get that holiday spirit and sing your carol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-5099231492624949480?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5099231492624949480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=5099231492624949480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5099231492624949480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5099231492624949480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/chrismas-music-and-survival-of-holiday.html' title='Chrismas music and survival of the Holiday'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/ST4M1lg704I/AAAAAAAAAZY/x3xr4NfFer8/s72-c/bonosingslikeadouche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-840486527773457023</id><published>2008-12-08T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:45:20.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Addiction...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/ST3_9PWruTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XLkOdm_km04/s1600-h/jones300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277655765906864434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/ST3_9PWruTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XLkOdm_km04/s400/jones300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I love Brit Pop stars... But this guy is actually Welsh.  TOM JONES!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the man has a new album out and well... it is a guilty pleasure. (Kind of like having Fruity Pebbles and using Half and Half instead of milk...)&lt;br /&gt;The newest song, "If He Should Ever Leave You" is a bit of a throwback with a bit of a Latin beat and a HUGE backbeat and bass...wow.  I definitely have my back shaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And well, Tom still has it at 68. He was interviewed on NPR and the man is very gracious, insightful and wants to sing until his last days.  AND the Welsh accent. &lt;br /&gt;Then again... I love a man with an accent.  Put him in a suit and I'm gone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is on my playlist at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mama has a Tom Jones story too.... but I won't post until I get the full backstory on this one.  All I know it involves front row seats at a Tom Jones' concert and she was with her best friend, Kathy.  OH MAN... Do we really need to know?!?  I suppose we do.  (Deep down inside, I think Mama G has a wild streak!)&lt;br /&gt;Now go listen to the song.  And dance for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-840486527773457023?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/840486527773457023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=840486527773457023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/840486527773457023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/840486527773457023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/secret-addiction.html' title='Secret Addiction...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/ST3_9PWruTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XLkOdm_km04/s72-c/jones300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-179102743999548317</id><published>2008-12-02T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:29:56.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is NOTHING wrong about a new purse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STX5wGXdvVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/sH0PyH0ymso/s1600-h/its-not-a-problem-its-a-superpower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275397143272471890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STX5wGXdvVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/sH0PyH0ymso/s400/its-not-a-problem-its-a-superpower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have one.  I love it.  It is smaller than my usual daily suitcase.  I got it on sale.  There...&lt;br /&gt;I know I have a purse problem&lt;br /&gt;I have a shoe problem too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it could be worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-179102743999548317?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/179102743999548317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=179102743999548317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/179102743999548317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/179102743999548317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-is-nothing-wrong-about-newpurse.html' title='There is NOTHING wrong about a new purse'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STX5wGXdvVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/sH0PyH0ymso/s72-c/its-not-a-problem-its-a-superpower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-8723521692763709419</id><published>2008-11-30T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:29:18.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNQi5KN-CI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2Of16sV1F8E/s1600-h/88_coffs_harbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274648148970436642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNQi5KN-CI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2Of16sV1F8E/s400/88_coffs_harbour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to leave and take a warm vacation. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNQiF6DXOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/J6Z0BdtTgXI/s1600-h/oakey+western+hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274648135212424418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNQiF6DXOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/J6Z0BdtTgXI/s400/oakey+western+hotel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And since a rather round number is coming up I think I need to go somewhere I've never been before and make some new memories.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the 2 pubs and have a beer or a scotch and soda. Then walk down the street and look at the big horse that is in the middle of the town. And I want to have my picture taken in front of a giant banana and giggle until my stomach hurts. I want to just walk about and be somewhere new and somewhere that I think I should be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you know where these things are...You win a big prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNPuedVchI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Gh38wzYXLTA/s1600-h/oakey+pub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274647248449663506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNPuedVchI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Gh38wzYXLTA/s400/oakey+pub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-8723521692763709419?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8723521692763709419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=8723521692763709419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8723521692763709419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8723521692763709419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/need-vacation.html' title='Need a Vacation'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNQi5KN-CI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2Of16sV1F8E/s72-c/88_coffs_harbour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-3808968388188953117</id><published>2008-11-30T19:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:25:02.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine this Co-worker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNYelmkxHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/fyf0awfa4OY/s1600-h/juno+and+palin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274656871094207602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNYelmkxHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/fyf0awfa4OY/s400/juno+and+palin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um...coming to work every day and having a co-worker look like the spitting image of Sara Palin has got to be pretty amazing.  I think it would be a test of strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think you have to milk it for what it is worth.  I mean...how often do you get to become the poster child for Palin's Abstenence Education Program of Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he he he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-3808968388188953117?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3808968388188953117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=3808968388188953117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3808968388188953117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3808968388188953117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/imagine-this-co-worker.html' title='Imagine this Co-worker!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNYelmkxHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/fyf0awfa4OY/s72-c/juno+and+palin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-5397361869828379946</id><published>2008-11-30T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:20:05.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister is a stitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNXHemM5RI/AAAAAAAAAY4/q8DkC7AdyeY/s1600-h/juno+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274655374564975890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNXHemM5RI/AAAAAAAAAY4/q8DkC7AdyeY/s400/juno+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and her co-worker dressed up for Halloween like that indie classic Juno&lt;br /&gt;MY SISTER...Juno.&lt;br /&gt;If you know my sister, I love this smart snarky girl to the ends of the earth.  I watched the movie and if I closed my eyes or thought about it...the dialog could have been something that came straight out of her mouth.  Let's just say Mimi and Diablo Cody could be twin sisters of different mothers. (like Jen Lancaster and I could be the same also)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ...it's just a big old Tupperware bowl.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-5397361869828379946?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5397361869828379946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=5397361869828379946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5397361869828379946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5397361869828379946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sister-is-stitch.html' title='My sister is a stitch!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNXHemM5RI/AAAAAAAAAY4/q8DkC7AdyeY/s72-c/juno+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-8702396649909695437</id><published>2008-11-30T19:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:13:38.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My true feelings about retail at the holiday season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNVu35mGhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CYVcHe-nU7s/s1600-h/Angry-Orangutan-961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274653852348848658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNVu35mGhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CYVcHe-nU7s/s400/Angry-Orangutan-961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I"m not very lady-like about my feelings, but it's better coming from a Orangutan than fom me.  Because... deep down inside, this holiday retail season is making me feel like a big old angry crazy monkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only a few more weeks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-8702396649909695437?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8702396649909695437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=8702396649909695437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8702396649909695437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8702396649909695437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-true-feelings-about-retail-at.html' title='My true feelings about retail at the holiday season'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNVu35mGhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CYVcHe-nU7s/s72-c/Angry-Orangutan-961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-1594254678394627395</id><published>2008-11-30T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:07:18.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mighty Fine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNT8fFrZUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/h5olN33XeqU/s1600-h/chinese_takeout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274651887183553858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNT8fFrZUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/h5olN33XeqU/s400/chinese_takeout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday Supper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Beer and Chinese food.  If you have a problem with that...I feel bad for you.  It is a flavor meld that really works.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking Kung Pao with Leinies&lt;br /&gt;Moo Shu Pork with A dark beer like Berghoff or stout&lt;br /&gt;or even  Pork Egg Foo Young with an amber ale. &lt;br /&gt;Any other pairing suggestions?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNT81ZteoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/5VSDxIiUSaY/s1600-h/pabst+blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274651893173156482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNT81ZteoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/5VSDxIiUSaY/s400/pabst+blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-1594254678394627395?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1594254678394627395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=1594254678394627395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1594254678394627395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1594254678394627395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/mighty-fine.html' title='Mighty Fine...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/STNT8fFrZUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/h5olN33XeqU/s72-c/chinese_takeout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-2200674797630109580</id><published>2008-10-30T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:06:19.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqgAkSbRoI/AAAAAAAAAYA/59-a0SmrXfU/s1600-h/jitcrunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263195046137251458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqgAkSbRoI/AAAAAAAAAYA/59-a0SmrXfU/s400/jitcrunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who's gonna wear another pink tee shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, if I can wear a pink Brewers shirt I can wear a pink Barry shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but post this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, That's what he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqeWTJ5G7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/XwUdM6uowYk/s1600-h/40302999v4_350x350_Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263193220471921586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqeWTJ5G7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/XwUdM6uowYk/s400/40302999v4_350x350_Front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqeVu38Z4I/AAAAAAAAAXw/OJg3PLdOIFw/s1600-h/what+he+said.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-2200674797630109580?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2200674797630109580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=2200674797630109580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2200674797630109580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2200674797630109580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more_30.html' title='One more..'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqgAkSbRoI/AAAAAAAAAYA/59-a0SmrXfU/s72-c/jitcrunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-5539171227769062370</id><published>2008-10-30T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:45:13.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Achoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqabR-H4lI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HK_74Bx4xlI/s1600-h/fucking-fall-allergies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263188908006957650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqabR-H4lI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HK_74Bx4xlI/s400/fucking-fall-allergies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqZvficA7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/bRvMOFF_AD0/s1600-h/bustedtees_74ce0c7993b5786422f227cb48bca738.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need I say any more?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Up with Sudafed in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Down with Benadryl at night. You'd think I was f'ing Judy Garland! I'd like my eyes to look like I haven't been smoking bad pot or my nose running like I've snorted a line.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I'm looking like an addict courtesy of mother nature.  Shit Bitch!  Knock it off.  I have never wanted cold weather to come so badly.  Freeze and then just stay mild.  Then those of us with seasonal allergies would be a bit more happy and healthy and looking less like someone in need of a trip to Hazelden or "the Betty".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-5539171227769062370?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5539171227769062370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=5539171227769062370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5539171227769062370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5539171227769062370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/achoo.html' title='Achoo!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqabR-H4lI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HK_74Bx4xlI/s72-c/fucking-fall-allergies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-8298334473170900674</id><published>2008-10-30T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:22:21.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I live in fear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqS5AOxsrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/7iQPdeTMnLo/s1600-h/sarah_palin4400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263180622548021938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 486px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 403px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqS5AOxsrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/7iQPdeTMnLo/s400/sarah_palin4400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok People...&lt;br /&gt;Read this loud and hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might be a woman but that doesn't mean I have to vote for one.  The pic is what the White House is gonna possibly look like.  I just can't see it. This is one hell of a motley bunch, and this statement is coming from a girl that lived with a strange bunch of people in the Northwoods of Wisconsin.  (You haven't seen anything until you've seen Jace in a prom dress)&lt;br /&gt;But you need to read the top  10 list.  They are true and can be found in the voting records and their platforms.  Makes me shudder with fear of what will happen to women in this country.  I better get out my low heeled shoes and garment, my cookbooks, and be just like F'ing June Cleaver.  If they start that...I might just not get to vote anymore either.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqS4169QPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MZnA9b-GCBo/s1600-h/10things.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263180619780538610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 511px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqS4169QPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MZnA9b-GCBo/s400/10things.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And they better not reinstate prohibition either.&lt;br /&gt;But just watch people... if they get in.&lt;br /&gt;Ever read "The Handmaid's Tale", by Margaret Atwood?  More terrifying than "1984" and far more futuristically scary than Rand's "Anthem"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stick to your guns, people - and no pun intended.  My gramma g...bless her, worked her butt off and stayed secretly married so that she could work and build a future.  My Gramma J worked also.  My mama is one strong woman and is God fearing, but this list scared her too.  Far too many women have worked too hard to make my life a better one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to see the possiblities of my life as a woman changing on November 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-8298334473170900674?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8298334473170900674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=8298334473170900674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8298334473170900674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8298334473170900674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-live-in-fear.html' title='I live in fear.'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqS5AOxsrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/7iQPdeTMnLo/s72-c/sarah_palin4400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-5757863376004306912</id><published>2008-10-30T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:06:25.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the ?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqQc5Cbh7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/-hERtdvKS7o/s1600-h/palin+viking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263177940557596594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqQc5Cbh7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/-hERtdvKS7o/s400/palin+viking.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqQHmGHrOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/OyIDjDHxeAE/s1600-h/palin+viking.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW DARE "MY PEOPLE" band together with her.  NO MORE  Swedish Vodka, aquavit, or... heaven forbid, homemade lefse.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I might embrace my French ancestry for a bit.  Or at least until the election is over. They have a HOT First Lady (and she even kissed Eric Clapton a time or two - if that's what you want to call it!), wonderful fashion and art, and creme brulee. And don't forget champagne.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viva la France!  I'm gonna put away my clogs for a while...and break out my Louie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-5757863376004306912?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5757863376004306912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=5757863376004306912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5757863376004306912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5757863376004306912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/what.html' title='What the ?!?'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqQc5Cbh7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/-hERtdvKS7o/s72-c/palin+viking.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-2118957360142968238</id><published>2008-10-30T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:49:36.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqN9G4GvvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/n7tnIwotIx0/s1600-h/mccain-vets-palin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263175195493318386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqN9G4GvvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/n7tnIwotIx0/s200/mccain-vets-palin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqN8jt_uvI/AAAAAAAAAWw/6dLPtm-3dGY/s1600-h/mccain-licks-invisible-frozen-yogurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263175186055674610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqN8jt_uvI/AAAAAAAAAWw/6dLPtm-3dGY/s200/mccain-licks-invisible-frozen-yogurt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dude likes his bottoms.  I mean... look at how he's looking at Palin.  Yep.  Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-2118957360142968238?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2118957360142968238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=2118957360142968238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2118957360142968238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2118957360142968238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-knew-it.html' title='I knew it...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQqN9G4GvvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/n7tnIwotIx0/s72-c/mccain-vets-palin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-86958225413052864</id><published>2008-10-26T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:16:51.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I endorse this message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVQ2l7-hrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3D9EZEl1zb4/s1600-h/golwater.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261700638479124146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVQ2l7-hrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3D9EZEl1zb4/s320/golwater.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Election time is soon upon us...  And I &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVQVHc38vI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6D20AT8NY54/s1600-h/506x316_mrconservative03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261700063359922930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVQVHc38vI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6D20AT8NY54/s320/506x316_mrconservative03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; did a bit of research. I took a quiz and found out that -  drum roll please - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a libertarian...yep, let me have my guns, don't tax the pants off of me and don't you dare tell me what I can or cannot do with my body, religion has no place in politics and there truly is not definite right or left.  And keep your nose out of my business...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, pretty much a libertarian.&lt;br /&gt;Well back in the day, Barry Goldwater shocked the Republician establishment. Move over John McCain as stating he is a Compassionate Conservative. You are NO Goldwater.&lt;br /&gt;He said it like it was and well...the man was a bit wild in the day, but I think I would have taken him out for a cocktail or two and kicked back and had a great conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you read his quotes...the man is the Yogi Berra of politics. And, if he were running today, I would be voting for him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is just a few of Goldwater's views...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice. And moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;* I think any man in business would be foolish to fool around with his secretary. If it's somebody else's secretary, fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;* I think every good Christian ought to kick Falwell right in the ass. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;* To disagree, one doesn't have to be disagreeable. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* The income tax created more criminals than any other single act of government. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;* You don't have to be straight to be in the military; you just have to be able to shoot straight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I'm frankly sick and tired of the political preachers across this country telling me as a citizen that if I want to be a moral person, I must believe in "A," "B," "C" and "D." Just who do they think they are? And from where do they presume to claim the right to dictate their moral beliefs to me?And I am even more angry as a legislator who must endure the threats of every religious group who thinks it has some God-granted right to control my vote on every roll call in the Senate. I am warning them today: I will fight them every step of the way if they try to dictate their moral convictions to all Americans in the name of "conservatism." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;* If everybody in this town connected with politics had to leave town because of chasing women and drinking, you would have no government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad he's not running this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-86958225413052864?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/86958225413052864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=86958225413052864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/86958225413052864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/86958225413052864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-endorse-this-message.html' title='I endorse this message'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVQ2l7-hrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3D9EZEl1zb4/s72-c/golwater.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-4973643161565264491</id><published>2008-10-26T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:17:24.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVOf4ue_hI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mp1pdZo7luY/s1600-h/martha+e.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261698049362558482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVOf4ue_hI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mp1pdZo7luY/s320/martha+e.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVOffq6bJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1RukggD7UKY/s1600-h/martha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261698042636692626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVOffq6bJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1RukggD7UKY/s320/martha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Send me to Springfield...  Here I am a la Marge Simpson (check out the pearls)  And One just Simpson /Human.  Gotta love it.  Scary thing...my glasses and hair are the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOO WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-4973643161565264491?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4973643161565264491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=4973643161565264491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4973643161565264491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4973643161565264491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more.html' title='One more...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVOf4ue_hI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mp1pdZo7luY/s72-c/martha+e.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7950532757930503652</id><published>2008-10-26T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:12:27.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh...retro hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVNTM_HppI/AAAAAAAAAWA/f96SdtAETFw/s1600-h/longhair.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261696731951113874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVNTM_HppI/AAAAAAAAAWA/f96SdtAETFw/s320/longhair.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVNTASQI_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/R17Vtp2H_Ss/s1600-h/DustySpringREX_228x361.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVNS3Dhp8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/y_Pel-OvxGs/s1600-h/bouffant.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261696726064015298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVNS3Dhp8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/y_Pel-OvxGs/s320/bouffant.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh what you can do with photoshop....&lt;br /&gt;GO and do this.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is hysterical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a pic of a friend of mine and he became an 80's mullet man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I won't post him here (poor Pat) but I will send him a copy and he can love it....&lt;br /&gt;I do love the long hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7950532757930503652?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7950532757930503652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7950532757930503652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7950532757930503652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7950532757930503652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahhretro-hell.html' title='Ahh...retro hell'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVNTM_HppI/AAAAAAAAAWA/f96SdtAETFw/s72-c/longhair.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-5890944593154375561</id><published>2008-10-26T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:59:07.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frickin Genius!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVJ2vPG41I/AAAAAAAAAVo/qn0Gwrv64gY/s1600-h/genuisitunes092834powier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261692944393888594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVJ2vPG41I/AAAAAAAAAVo/qn0Gwrv64gY/s320/genuisitunes092834powier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...I'm addicted.  I have used this and I think I have now officially made my iPod a GIANT mix tape. &lt;br /&gt;Some people don't like this new feature for iTunes, but considering I am of the demographic that loves to make mix tapes - yes I said mix tapes - I think this is great. &lt;br /&gt;I just pick a fave song...and BOOM!  I got me a mix.&lt;br /&gt;It is almost scary, but I never have to rack my brain whether or not a song works with something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only drawback.... I realized that I listen to songs that really sound the same.  But don't get me started with neumonic devices or keys, or rhythms, or genres...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-5890944593154375561?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5890944593154375561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=5890944593154375561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5890944593154375561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5890944593154375561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/frickin-genius.html' title='Frickin Genius!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVJ2vPG41I/AAAAAAAAAVo/qn0Gwrv64gY/s72-c/genuisitunes092834powier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-152087753800935768</id><published>2008-10-26T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:44:29.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie &amp; Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVF6kWSnXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HMhK4TEZleM/s1600-h/i-love-julia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261688612144192882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVF6kWSnXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HMhK4TEZleM/s320/i-love-julia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm reading this fab book...  Julie and Julia&lt;br /&gt;It's about cooking and a thirty something woman that blogs about how she will do the ENTIRE Mastering the Art of French Cooking  cookbook in a year.  It is F'ing hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;Jen Lancaster meets the Food Network.&lt;br /&gt;And thank goodness Mama G lent me her copy of MtAoFC so that I can look up the recipies.  Damn... I will not make aspic in this lifetime.  I still would like to make a souffle and a proper Beef Wellington.  I can do a potroast and an awesome cheesecake.  And my chicken Parmesian is pretty tasty...&lt;br /&gt;Sheee-it....I can even make lefse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But reading this makes me want to cook...and sleep with a chef!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-152087753800935768?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/152087753800935768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=152087753800935768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/152087753800935768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/152087753800935768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/julie-julia.html' title='Julie &amp; Julia'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQVF6kWSnXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HMhK4TEZleM/s72-c/i-love-julia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-4815504217135293353</id><published>2008-10-26T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:29:08.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQUY5jPC4DI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vwmcQawCUho/s1600-h/10-18-08_1425.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261639116642246706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQUY5jPC4DI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vwmcQawCUho/s320/10-18-08_1425.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a student that is a HUGE Brewers fan.  It just so happened that we both wore our shirts to rehearsal the other day.&lt;br /&gt;I totally surprised him.  He didn't think that I had a shirt, let alone a Braun shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Me...love Ryan Braun.  Yep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all about the 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-4815504217135293353?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4815504217135293353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=4815504217135293353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4815504217135293353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4815504217135293353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-all-about-8.html' title='It&apos;s all about the 8'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQUY5jPC4DI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vwmcQawCUho/s72-c/10-18-08_1425.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7454221993883052883</id><published>2008-10-26T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:11:48.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends Share</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQUSZ2rg4OI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/MH9uSCLI1pU/s1600-h/IMG00035.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261631975036346594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQUSZ2rg4OI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/MH9uSCLI1pU/s320/IMG00035.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQUSINpngTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/fs27lSnxUPo/s1600-h/IMG00034.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend of mine just went to New York.  Every time I see him, I tell him I want to go to the deli and have a big fat Corned Beef on rye with a schmear and a pickle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went to the Carnegie Deli - yes THAT DELI.  If you go to any deli, you go to THE deli.  And he sent me a pic...  of a sandwich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not just ANY sandwich...I'm looking and I don't think it's corned beef.  It is either tongue or the gooseneck liverwurst.&lt;br /&gt;Either one sounds good...come on!  It's the real deal deli. &lt;br /&gt;And if he had a slice of their famous cheesecake, I will just have to hit him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7454221993883052883?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7454221993883052883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7454221993883052883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7454221993883052883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7454221993883052883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-friends-share.html' title='Good Friends Share'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQUSZ2rg4OI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/MH9uSCLI1pU/s72-c/IMG00035.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-5266362928094832913</id><published>2008-10-26T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:26:08.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody can play...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQUOaja1-lI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iqGCTUoZfeA/s1600-h/deliverance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261627588999510610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQUOaja1-lI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iqGCTUoZfeA/s320/deliverance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQUOaThWF-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/PZRFMadZZiI/s1600-h/bush-with-guitar-small-blog-size.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261627584731813858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQUOaThWF-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/PZRFMadZZiI/s320/bush-with-guitar-small-blog-size.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...somebody take a good look and explain this one to me... could it be Deliverance 2? (Look at the squinty eyes) Could it be a bad bluegrass convention? Could it be the Remix of Dueling Banjos? A family reunion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Maybe YOU have an idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-5266362928094832913?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5266362928094832913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=5266362928094832913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5266362928094832913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5266362928094832913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/anybody-can-play.html' title='Anybody can play...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SQUOaja1-lI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iqGCTUoZfeA/s72-c/deliverance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-5722526503528277074</id><published>2008-10-19T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:21:47.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Debate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SPvt6DN3RwI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6ackb3VpXGs/s1600-h/Barry_White.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259058571436836610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SPvt6DN3RwI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6ackb3VpXGs/s320/Barry_White.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SPvt6Zy57-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/OR3lPypxTZ0/s1600-h/mg01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259058577497780194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SPvt6Zy57-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/OR3lPypxTZ0/s320/mg01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SPvt6VA35UI/AAAAAAAAAUw/qZl4m5AIUs0/s1600-h/prince_close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259058576214189378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SPvt6VA35UI/AAAAAAAAAUw/qZl4m5AIUs0/s320/prince_close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Great Debate...&lt;br /&gt;Marvin or Barry.  Barry or Marvin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've added to the mix...&lt;br /&gt;Prince&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There has been always the debate of whether Barry White or Marvin Gaye playing seduces a woman...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some schools of thought are pure Barry.  Some pure Marvin.&lt;br /&gt;For me...Barry is for dancing.  I love his music. Makes me move.&lt;br /&gt;Marvin...mmm....the best making out music on the planet.  He is a sexy man and a very bad boy. &lt;br /&gt;Then it comes to Prince.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PURE SEX...Argue with me if you like, but Prince is the essence of sex.  You can dance, you can make out, and you can just... yes.  You can do that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Put him on  and well...I know what you mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for George Clinton...  Sometimes the girl has gots to get her funk on. That is what George is for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bring it on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-5722526503528277074?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5722526503528277074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=5722526503528277074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5722526503528277074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5722526503528277074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-debate.html' title='The Great Debate...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SPvt6DN3RwI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6ackb3VpXGs/s72-c/Barry_White.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-1527443913799536422</id><published>2008-10-19T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:04:46.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inner Supreme Mourns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SPvWvv4PZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wGoAK9OuDds/s1600-h/4tops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259033105679738770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SPvWvv4PZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wGoAK9OuDds/s400/4tops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SPvWv0sc1rI/AAAAAAAAAUY/KZ_Iub0Rcfc/s1600-h/fourtops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259033106972464818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SPvWv0sc1rI/AAAAAAAAAUY/KZ_Iub0Rcfc/s400/fourtops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stubbs&lt;/span&gt; passed away last week.  The Four Tops were a bunch of good guys.  If you had to compare guy groups in the Motown family...The Four Tops were the "nice guys" and the Temptations were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; "bad boys". &lt;br /&gt;Levi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stubbs&lt;/span&gt; had a voice - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recognizable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the years.  "Reach out and I'll be there" is a classic, as well as "Baby I need your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lovin&lt;/span&gt;" and "Suzanne" is pretty powerful.  Berry Gordy gave the man props by saying he had phrasing like Frank Sinatra.  Phrasing is a gift.  You just  can't sing a song...you have to SING it.  Some people have to work on this...some people have been gifted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for those of you that don't know the Four Tops...you will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; his voice as Audrey II in Little Shop of Horrors. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;...what a voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thank you, Billy Bragg:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the world falls apart some things stay in place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She takes off the Four Tops tape and puts it back in its case&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the world falls apart some things stay in place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Stubbs&lt;/span&gt;' tears... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-1527443913799536422?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1527443913799536422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=1527443913799536422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1527443913799536422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1527443913799536422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-inner-supreme-mourns.html' title='My Inner Supreme Mourns'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SPvWvv4PZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wGoAK9OuDds/s72-c/4tops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-3085970039217160034</id><published>2008-10-03T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:13:28.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked and loaded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SOb6rno2V5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/iFF0u-7TvdY/s1600-h/satc+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253161642655897490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SOb6rno2V5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/iFF0u-7TvdY/s400/satc+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My poor little iPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loaded this 2.5 hour movie on my little nano. I had to spend a few hours choosing what songs to keep. It is sad to make the choice between Rachmaninof and Mingus. (I kept them both but had to whittle down my Leonard Cohen, Dusty Springfield, and Joe Jackson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I guess it has become the ultimate mix tape for me. I guess I will have to enlist the help of an 80 gig with video and all will be well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have this movie on my I pod and I love it. I have 2.5 hours of laughter, fashion, sisterhood, shoes vodka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000572/"&gt;Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/a&gt;: I thought I'd still be in extreme pain. But I feel nothing. I'd like some more nothing. [Miranda pours her some more Skyy vodka]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Sister...I know that feeling. And "nothing" is my drink of choice....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and most of all...love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0636562/"&gt;Mr. Big&lt;/a&gt;: Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big becomes "BIGGER" than life and you know he loves Carrie more than anything.  (It is so worth the 3 inch screen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part...I can watch my girls whenever I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-3085970039217160034?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3085970039217160034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=3085970039217160034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3085970039217160034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3085970039217160034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/locked-and-loaded.html' title='Locked and loaded'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SOb6rno2V5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/iFF0u-7TvdY/s72-c/satc+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-8860437652499605088</id><published>2008-10-03T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:36:12.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly little crush...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SOb19fSZpJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/c1-e5oYdwbw/s1600-h/tlcphotoshoot200805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253156452093764754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SOb19fSZpJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/c1-e5oYdwbw/s400/tlcphotoshoot200805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK....I'm addicted to this show - Jon and Kate Plus 8. But I am just in total admiration and pretty much smitten with the dad : Jon Gosslein. I know that he loves his wife - which makes him hotter - and I know that he loves his kids (double hot) and he has this very laid back attitude and has a great sense of humor. And I am a sucker for a man in a button down shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that Junior blogged about this before I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://juicewithjunior.blogspot.com/2008/01/tv-time-jon-kate-minus-8-plus-video.html"&gt;http://juicewithjunior.blogspot.com/2008/01/tv-time-jon-kate-minus-8-plus-video.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, so here it goes...I think Jon and Kate are hot; "hot" as in "sexy."There I said it. I feel so much better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OQJOqSI4X4c/R4Eyb2HQwbI/AAAAAAAAA9A/dm79FOqxEbk/s1600-h/jon+and+kate+plus+8+02.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of you may be like, "Junior, that is SO WRONG! It's a family show!"Others may be like, "Junior, that is SO WRONG! They are so not hot!"Either way, you can't change my mind. I think they are both attractive people. However, this post's wrongness doesn't end there.Every once in awhile, I will encounter a couple who upon looking at them I think "I wonder what their sex looks like?" "Sex" as in "lovemaking."Yes, I'm going... there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SOb1w_4c32I/AAAAAAAAATo/kU2CLNFx-Cg/s1600-h/gosselin_sextuplets_family_photo_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253156237504995170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SOb1w_4c32I/AAAAAAAAATo/kU2CLNFx-Cg/s400/gosselin_sextuplets_family_photo_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He said it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon is hot. And I happen to find men that are like Jon attractive.  (and yes, the Asian side to Jon is one quality that I do find most attractive.  I'll admit I do find Asian men very attractive...I have since I was a young girl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless...I have a serious crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SOb1xLTx3nI/AAAAAAAAATw/-NlBsMZir3U/s1600-h/gosselin06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253156240572407410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SOb1xLTx3nI/AAAAAAAAATw/-NlBsMZir3U/s400/gosselin06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-8860437652499605088?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8860437652499605088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=8860437652499605088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8860437652499605088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8860437652499605088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/silly-little-crush.html' title='Silly little crush...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SOb19fSZpJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/c1-e5oYdwbw/s72-c/tlcphotoshoot200805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-1432528189007334826</id><published>2008-10-01T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:48:22.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Political commentary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SORENWeMciI/AAAAAAAAATg/jmDP_LyHzfc/s1600-h/bunky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252398061582053922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SORENWeMciI/AAAAAAAAATg/jmDP_LyHzfc/s400/bunky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...picture one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chillin with a beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at picture two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SOREJMt56DI/AAAAAAAAATY/7hVRMPjpgMg/s1600-h/no+light+beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252397990244116530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SOREJMt56DI/AAAAAAAAATY/7hVRMPjpgMg/s400/no+light+beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-1432528189007334826?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1432528189007334826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=1432528189007334826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1432528189007334826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1432528189007334826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/political-commentary.html' title='Political commentary'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SORENWeMciI/AAAAAAAAATg/jmDP_LyHzfc/s72-c/bunky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-2526682835725093716</id><published>2008-10-01T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:38:01.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard on the Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SORB3wownaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/CtuoOR8MFfM/s1600-h/american-financial-system.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252395491625311650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SORB3wownaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/CtuoOR8MFfM/s400/american-financial-system.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...so that's how we solve our problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait until this month is over.  ONE MORE MONTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just vote, damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-2526682835725093716?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2526682835725093716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=2526682835725093716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2526682835725093716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2526682835725093716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/overheard-on-hill.html' title='Overheard on the Hill'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SORB3wownaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/CtuoOR8MFfM/s72-c/american-financial-system.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-529866703316912600</id><published>2008-10-01T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:21:56.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Professional Chefs do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SOQ-EHgZzII/AAAAAAAAATI/vuCnNcYg2zM/s1600-h/coq-au-vin.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252391305876196482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SOQ-EHgZzII/AAAAAAAAATI/vuCnNcYg2zM/s400/coq-au-vin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking that they are rapping out their recipies as they are chef-in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep...cuz they are the mack daddies of the kitch - in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just might have to ask someone I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-529866703316912600?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/529866703316912600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=529866703316912600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/529866703316912600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/529866703316912600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-professional-chefs-do.html' title='What Professional Chefs do...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SOQ-EHgZzII/AAAAAAAAATI/vuCnNcYg2zM/s72-c/coq-au-vin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7830240082520931052</id><published>2008-08-18T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:52:56.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I "HEART"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SKpPvTmdebI/AAAAAAAAAN0/syESw7eQUmU/s1600-h/08-18-08_2042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236085190905657778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SKpPvTmdebI/AAAAAAAAAN0/syESw7eQUmU/s400/08-18-08_2042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... I'm at work and we got a gift basket of cookies. We are now a select store that sells "ASSETS" undergarments.  Body shapers and circulation ending panty hose.  Yep, the stuff that you take off and they squeal and run in fear to the nearest corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cookies were custom made and kinda cute - red stillettos, shopping bags and these round ones that say I heart my assets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I took a bite and ate the s off...and then I looked at it and said...OK LETS HAVE SOME FUN AT WORK....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bit off the "et" part  and then I giggled like a 10 year old boy making fart noises.  My cookie said&lt;br /&gt;I HEART MY ASS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boss even had a giggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I do love my ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's a nice ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think others like my ass too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in a days work....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7830240082520931052?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7830240082520931052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7830240082520931052' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7830240082520931052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7830240082520931052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-heart.html' title='I &quot;HEART&quot;...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SKpPvTmdebI/AAAAAAAAAN0/syESw7eQUmU/s72-c/08-18-08_2042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-8638502739384863529</id><published>2008-08-13T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:42:08.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Eater...</title><content type='html'>I will preface this rant by saying I know that politics and sex follow hand in hand.  The sex-capades that go on in DC is amazing. More crazy sex goes on in Washington than anywhere else.  It's the whole power and sex thing...and well, good for them. &lt;br /&gt;BUT THIS HAS OVERSTEPPED EVEN THE MOST DECADENT AND TAWDRY OF ESCAPADES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SKPARN1kJWI/AAAAAAAAANs/2cXZmq9m21U/s1600-h/Hunter-Edwards-460_788170c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234238593939285346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SKPARN1kJWI/AAAAAAAAANs/2cXZmq9m21U/s400/Hunter-Edwards-460_788170c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have one thing to say...&lt;br /&gt;remember that scene in High Fidelity where Liz (Joan Cusack) walks into the record store and looks at Rob( John Cusack) and says&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...that's about how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First...I believed. I like the man - or should I say liked.&lt;br /&gt;Second...You picked a bleach blonde with a wispy feathered hair cut.  (um...when girls in Durand have this hair do...I run away. Shit...look at the pearls.  She doesn't even ear a decent set.  I have two very nice sets...BTW.  As my gramma said - you either have class or you don't.  Guess which one Miss Hunter falls under?!?  The bitch looks like she's trying too hard.)&lt;br /&gt;THIRD and the BIGGEST one...&lt;br /&gt;YOUR WIFE HAS CANCER AND DOESN'T HAVE MUCH LONGER TO LIVE&lt;br /&gt;She took fertility drugs to birth you a wonderful family.  She gave up much of her life for you to pursue your dreams. She believes in you.  She has stuck by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SKO8iaPOaxI/AAAAAAAAANk/gVcNlS434qA/s1600-h/john-edwards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234234491279403794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SKO8iaPOaxI/AAAAAAAAANk/gVcNlS434qA/s400/john-edwards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would have voted for him.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think he is devistatingly handsome and if he would have been in office, I know he would have aged very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...damn ...damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really fucked up, John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know...I'm thinking Bill Clinton wasn't so bad after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-8638502739384863529?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8638502739384863529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=8638502739384863529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8638502739384863529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8638502739384863529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/cake-eater.html' title='Cake Eater...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SKPARN1kJWI/AAAAAAAAANs/2cXZmq9m21U/s72-c/Hunter-Edwards-460_788170c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-5242033900112416925</id><published>2008-08-13T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:00:42.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it could happen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SKOtXRfk5AI/AAAAAAAAANc/083uvRuFRcE/s1600-h/pornsweaters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234217807279088642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SKOtXRfk5AI/AAAAAAAAANc/083uvRuFRcE/s400/pornsweaters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know... knitting is a wonderful form of meditation.&lt;br /&gt;I also had a friend that used to tell me to get my mind off of things, I should put on some porn.  No one can keep their mind on anything when porn is on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, If I should put on some porn ( ROCCO!!!) and knit, would I be suddenly placed into an altered state that transcends time and space and I would be one mello mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU TELL ME!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-5242033900112416925?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5242033900112416925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=5242033900112416925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5242033900112416925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5242033900112416925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-could-happen.html' title='it could happen...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SKOtXRfk5AI/AAAAAAAAANc/083uvRuFRcE/s72-c/pornsweaters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-6230389566141977326</id><published>2008-07-30T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:24:47.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paperwork and more paperwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SJFLaBvGqpI/AAAAAAAAANU/kgLDouv-9fo/s1600-h/tps-report.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229043552868543122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SJFLaBvGqpI/AAAAAAAAANU/kgLDouv-9fo/s400/tps-report.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I GOT THE MEMO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very tired of corporate BS.  I'm very adaptable.  I can go with the flow.  I can change to suit the needs of my customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I DO NOT LIKE to participate in retorical Bullshit called "Reports" or "Feedback Forms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each week...I fill out a form.  AND I purposfully put down thinks I KNOW they want to know and hear.  I once put a negative - but very valid  - of information on said "feedback form" and was met with distain and incredulousness from the uppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because I said that the new cuts of the capri pants were NOT fitting the asses of my customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I didn't quite put it that way...but I diplomatically put it in those terms.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell.   I'm just doing good customer service and believe me...I think your ass should be properly covered at all times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-6230389566141977326?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6230389566141977326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=6230389566141977326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/6230389566141977326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/6230389566141977326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/paperwork-and-more-paperwork.html' title='Paperwork and more paperwork'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SJFLaBvGqpI/AAAAAAAAANU/kgLDouv-9fo/s72-c/tps-report.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-4504282882597862818</id><published>2008-07-30T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:17:03.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Lust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SJFKJd3vU8I/AAAAAAAAANM/okvGtXmKtiA/s1600-h/ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229042168851551170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SJFKJd3vU8I/AAAAAAAAANM/okvGtXmKtiA/s400/ryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan Braun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a huge baseball fan, but this guy in his rookie year suprised the most cynical of baseball fans and won the hearts of Brewers fans - not to mention the female fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One look at this fella and well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PUT ME IN COACH!  I'M READY TO PLAY TODAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one of the many pleasures of summer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-4504282882597862818?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4504282882597862818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=4504282882597862818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4504282882597862818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4504282882597862818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/baseball-lust.html' title='Baseball Lust'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SJFKJd3vU8I/AAAAAAAAANM/okvGtXmKtiA/s72-c/ryan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-6522839391593301901</id><published>2008-07-30T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:03:45.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the pictures at the Joynt come alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SJFBD40NNrI/AAAAAAAAANE/X3hOIyTbTJA/s1600-h/keezer01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229032177400624818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SJFBD40NNrI/AAAAAAAAANE/X3hOIyTbTJA/s400/keezer01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my friend, Dave, and I were at the Joynt about a month ago...not a suprise.&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting at the front table and I am facing the picture to the left of this text.  It is in the upper left corner of the Joynt.  Thru the whole bar there are large pictures of all the artists that once played there.  It's an amazing sight to see.&lt;br /&gt;A man and a woman park their bicycles in front of the window where are table is.  I look at the couple and then look up at the picture.  I do a triple take at the man and look at the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Dave asks me if I'm ok. I said, I know that guy that just walked in.  I met him in high school.  He won't remember me, but he's also that picture that is above you.&lt;br /&gt;Dave takes a look, then looks at the guy and says, "Wow, you're right"&lt;br /&gt;I said..."Good.  I was a bit worried that I've had to much to drink.  A picture was coming alive in the Joynt.  If any more pictures come to life - like John Lee Hooker or Koko Taylor - you cut me off."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You never know what you might see at the Joynt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-6522839391593301901?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6522839391593301901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=6522839391593301901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/6522839391593301901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/6522839391593301901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-pictures-at-joynt-come-alive.html' title='When the pictures at the Joynt come alive!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SJFBD40NNrI/AAAAAAAAANE/X3hOIyTbTJA/s72-c/keezer01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-1441219008586212506</id><published>2008-07-30T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:34:38.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not settle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SJE_uAJmHQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7Wni-1CU2HQ/s1600-h/wrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229030701900635394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SJE_uAJmHQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7Wni-1CU2HQ/s400/wrong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm facing an eerie reality.&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Jillian, told me that the latest statistic is that women over the age of 28 are unmarriable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hear a tick tock&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel maternal pangs.&lt;br /&gt;I just want a partner and friend.&lt;br /&gt;AND I want to prove that statistic wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have become more discernable and realistic when it comes to possible partners.  I can look at someone and &lt;em&gt;just listen to them&lt;/em&gt; for about an hour and know whether or not this is going to work.  In fact, I've been able to tell someone that "I'm not the one" and feel very secure with it.  It hurt to say it, but I feel better for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;but I'm still hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-1441219008586212506?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1441219008586212506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=1441219008586212506' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1441219008586212506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1441219008586212506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-will-not-settle.html' title='I will not settle'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SJE_uAJmHQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7Wni-1CU2HQ/s72-c/wrong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-8416593047237747296</id><published>2008-06-29T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:54:35.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's walking the Mall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SGgrOwPTsEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/t9OOx1Dd27k/s1600-h/kenny_chesney1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217467700775989314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SGgrOwPTsEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/t9OOx1Dd27k/s400/kenny_chesney1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm walking down the mall...and I hear squealing.  Not a real biggie due to the fact there's a super new cool playland for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;No, these were ADULT WOMEN squealing.&lt;br /&gt;And at what I didn't know.  I just walked past them and walked past a guy, not much taller than I, tanner than a new pair of shoes and in a baseball cap.  Kinda good lookin and a nice ass.&lt;br /&gt;I look at him, smile and keep on going to my sister store. (I'm on a mission to buy a dress...and one on sale at that!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stop on my way to say "Hey Cowboy" to my friend, Ramiro at the Western Store .  I'm outside the store and still in the mall and the baseball capped man walks past me, thinking I was talking to him, and with a bit of an accent, said "Hey right back" and winked.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN I am so glad that I wore my cute yoga/gauchos and tight top that looks mighty cute and positivly accentuates my ass and tits according to my girly, Jillian.&lt;br /&gt;Ramiro walks to the front of the store, gives me a hug, tells me "you look good girl" (yes, the cowboy fetish has turned into a career) and said, DO YOU KNOW WHO THAT WAS THAT WINKED AT YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, dumbfounded and gleeful that a pretty attractive guy said HEY back, said "Um, No.&lt;br /&gt;Ramiro said - That was Kenny Chesney, Girl.  He thought you were saying Hey to him and not me.  Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;I said "What the Hell would Kenny Chesney be doing at the mall in Eau Claire?"&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized it was Country Fest and maybe the guy needed a new cap, shirt or something you can find at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, Shit, why isn't he buying a new pair of boots from you.  I'd keep him entertained while you helped him with his boots.&lt;br /&gt;And then he walked in the store.&lt;br /&gt;HOLY BRIDGET JONES MOMENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face to face with the guy that married the woman that played my alterego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hugged Ramiro and told him to "Go sell, Darlin.  I'm off to buy me a new dress" and then winked at Mr Chesney and smiled at his bodyguard. I can't be near musicians of any sort.  They are my kryptonite. (Yes, Mark, I left the store.  I can proudly still wear a "Bastard Musicians" tee)&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hear he can be nice and also that he can be an ass.  But Renee Zeillwiger nicknamed him "the horse".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know much about country music anymore and I really don't listen.  (ALT - Country is a WHOLE different thing - Yeah WILCO!) but they say...Save a horse, ride a cowboy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-8416593047237747296?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8416593047237747296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=8416593047237747296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8416593047237747296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8416593047237747296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/whos-walking-mall.html' title='Who&apos;s walking the Mall...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SGgrOwPTsEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/t9OOx1Dd27k/s72-c/kenny_chesney1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7261486720582800476</id><published>2008-06-29T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:33:40.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Gooey Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SGglnTJF1QI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fVWc0BYtbTk/s1600-h/HoneyBunsRightCntntI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217461525392250114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SGglnTJF1QI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fVWc0BYtbTk/s400/HoneyBunsRightCntntI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ding Dang.&lt;br /&gt;Jumbo Honeybuns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, JUMBO Honeybuns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hometown has a wonderful bakery and I am a sucker for a good pastry.  Their glazed donuts rival anything from Krispy Kreme.&lt;br /&gt;Well...while shopping for groceries - which you should never ever do while hungry - I stumbled upon these lovelies and they are cheap.&lt;br /&gt;So, on the way home from EC, I ate the said Honeybun and damn...they taste so very very good.  Really, for a pre-packaged, preservative laden treat this was mighty tasty. I fould taste the ingredients and lets just say I know there was some forbidden fat in the recipie.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I read the nutritional facts.  To quote Diablo Cody - Sweet Bride of Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;600 calories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six Hundred F'ing Calories. And Palm Oil...which has been known to instantly clog a major artery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now losing 40 lbs and still at it has made me more than aware of what is going in my mouth,but this was a bit too much for me. Needless to say, I watched everything I ate the next day and even walked the mall twice.  I got on the scale and I'm fine, but damn...it was a scare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, there will be no more honeybun feasts for me for a long time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7261486720582800476?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7261486720582800476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7261486720582800476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7261486720582800476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7261486720582800476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-gooey-guilt.html' title='Sweet Gooey Guilt'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SGglnTJF1QI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fVWc0BYtbTk/s72-c/HoneyBunsRightCntntI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-8331741043969422180</id><published>2008-06-29T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:13:33.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SGggPn1BLtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BfxngoW5BEQ/s1600-h/IMG_2867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217455621070204626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SGggPn1BLtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BfxngoW5BEQ/s400/IMG_2867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered a few more things from my stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta love the fact that you were in a starvation haze to forget things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out that the nurses laughed and thought it very decadent, as well as almost totally subversive, that I had a ham sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;WHY, YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Well, the hospital is owned by Seventh Day Adventists. They don't eat pork of any sort. (Shit, I didn't know that I was in a Kosher hospital. If I would have known, I would have asked for a nice Corned Beef on Rye, a big pickle and maybe some noodle kugel. And a nice single Jewish Doctor to boot!)&lt;br /&gt;well, I didn't realize that I broke a rule until long after the fact the sandwich was eaten and the ham stench was gone. I was just told and well...maybe if I'm ever back in, I'm gonna have her bring me Pork BBQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I also had a triple Type A nurse. She went BY THE BOOK and even monitored - as she said - my "BM's"&lt;br /&gt;Baby Jesus on a trike!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even 40 and you're worried about my bowel habits. So she comes in and tells me that if I don't have one by tomorrow, she will order something from my doctor to make it happen. Well lady... If you haven't figured it out yet, I haven't eaten in 5 days.  NO INPUT EQUALS NO OUTPUT.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i know that I can't physically handle a "bowel stimulus" so I up and order 6 prunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Prunes.  I called a friend that regularly monitors his bowel habits ("Can't Talk! Gotta Poop.") and asked him what would be good.  Prunes was the answer.&lt;br /&gt;So, the kitchen sends up prunes.  Not 6 but 12.  Now, I'm hungry and the first 2 tasted good, I'm watching Food Network and I thought what would this hurt?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, about 3 hours later, I knew what would be hurting.&lt;br /&gt;WARNING - YOU WILL NOW KNOW FAR TOO MUCH ABOUT ME AFTER THESE NEXT FEW SENTENCES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gas started.  I wanted to run away from myself.  I actually flagged myself getting out of bed and I thought I was gonna die.  You would think that my room turned into the Valley of Perpetual Stench.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I knew that the nurse was going to come and see me one more time and being type A, I got her schedule.  I looked at the clock, layed one down, and waited.  Less than a minute later, she was there to take my vitals and ask if I had a bm yet.  All of this with a sour look on her face.  HE HE HE.  (Pull my finger, Beyoch)&lt;br /&gt;With the sweetest grin on my face I said, "No, but the prunes are working"&lt;br /&gt;And with that, she left the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I end that story there.  I've divulged far too much as it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the hospital update and I'm done with that.  Now, I just wait for the bill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-8331741043969422180?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8331741043969422180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=8331741043969422180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8331741043969422180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8331741043969422180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/sick-part-2.html' title='Sick Part 2'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SGggPn1BLtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BfxngoW5BEQ/s72-c/IMG_2867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-8258898922439689770</id><published>2008-06-18T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:07:22.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFnb60AxzRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/szG8UQVd4yI/s1600-h/hospital+gown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213439847098862866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFnb60AxzRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/szG8UQVd4yI/s400/hospital+gown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in the hospital 2 weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a nasty nasty kidney infection.  My temp averaged 102 for at least 4 days.  Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;I did originally go to the dr and the antibiotics didn't work... and I was home, hallucinating with NPR, and dreaming that John McCain was wearing lederhosen  and I was busy packing up clothing for Zimbawe&lt;br /&gt;So...I finally saw Dr Rucker again and he took one look at me and said that it is time for me to go next door., meaning the hospital next to the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;So I put on a lovely gown, was so dehydrated that they had to poke me 4 times before they got my vein for an IV and just watched cable tv.&lt;br /&gt;You know...if you haven't eaten for 5 days and only drank Sprite, watching Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives and wanting BBQ. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;So My friend, Gina smuggled me in a ham sandwich, because the food was nasty.  And thank goodness I was given all the sprite i could drink.&lt;br /&gt;AND i barely slept in the place.  Old people coughing a lot, being woken up every 3 hours and the first night I was there, the lady across the way got up in the middle of the night, pulled out her IV and went to the bathroom.  They were talking loudly to her - read YELLING - and trying to get everything back together for her, but they didn't bother to close my door.  So the first night I was there....I got about 3 hours of sleep and couldn't sleep for the whole day.  I chewed ass (I said to the charge nurse..."All you needed to do was close the door") and proceeded to spend the day watching Food Network, TLC and Turner.  I watched movies, tv and whatnot. &lt;br /&gt;Finally on Sunday...I got to go home.  Tired and finding out that I had to go to work the next day.  Too fun.&lt;br /&gt;Im better now. Tired...and still getting back to 100% but I'm better&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...I also found out that you CAN fuck up jello. (Thank God for Toast and Sprite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-8258898922439689770?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8258898922439689770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=8258898922439689770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8258898922439689770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8258898922439689770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFnb60AxzRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/szG8UQVd4yI/s72-c/hospital+gown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-543654099419904599</id><published>2008-06-17T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:36:53.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the "he's Mine"  - Boyfriend Game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFieNBmEFtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5YoEIM6IyM8/s1600-h/NUP_105546_0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213090515284924114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFieNBmEFtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5YoEIM6IyM8/s200/NUP_105546_0220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFieNSS3waI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ivVazrR-L4k/s1600-h/equus-col4-hires-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213090519767826850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFieNSS3waI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ivVazrR-L4k/s200/equus-col4-hires-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFib6R8YwqI/AAAAAAAAAME/pv3CrATrIUg/s1600-h/Gregory_Peck_in_Roman_Holiday_trailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213087994232750754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFib6R8YwqI/AAAAAAAAAME/pv3CrATrIUg/s200/Gregory_Peck_in_Roman_Holiday_trailer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, My sister, Mim, would play this game "He's Mine". We'd call dibs on a cute celebrity and they would be ours. We fought a bit, but we traded here and there and eventually we have our personal lists. But we still have some trade outs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here's a new one&lt;br /&gt;The Boyfriend List...&lt;br /&gt;My Lifetime Boyfriend: Colin Firth&lt;br /&gt;My Long dead boyfriend: Gregory Peck&lt;br /&gt;My Boyfriend I'd not date due to morals and ethics: Donny Osmond (He's happily married and just too nice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boyfriend that is probably a jerk, but I'd still date him: Sting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Redneck Boyfriend: Earl, from my name is Earl&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend that is way too young for me: Daniel Radcliffe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Gay Boyfriend: Rufus Wainwright&lt;br /&gt;The Boyfriend that is way too old for me: Paul Newman.&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend that would be way too high maintenence: Anthony Bourdain&lt;br /&gt;The Boyfriend It Would Never Really Work Out With but I'll Never Meet Anyway: Robert Downey Jr&lt;br /&gt;And the girl I'd give up men for: Portia De Rossi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...that's my list.  MMmmm....enjoy the eye candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFibnSVPqRI/AAAAAAAAALc/QZXytbDHbD0/s1600-h/donny_07_bio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213087667919497490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFibnSVPqRI/AAAAAAAAALc/QZXytbDHbD0/s200/donny_07_bio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFibngTT0fI/AAAAAAAAALk/rRydAw4JtFc/s1600-h/tn2_colin_firth_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213087671669477874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFibngTT0fI/AAAAAAAAALk/rRydAw4JtFc/s200/tn2_colin_firth_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFibnic8oeI/AAAAAAAAALs/RuNDfjApvN8/s1600-h/sting_portrait_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213087672246772194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFibnic8oeI/AAAAAAAAALs/RuNDfjApvN8/s200/sting_portrait_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFibnv35RjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/e8NtjZkvIb8/s1600-h/rufus_narrowweb__300x406,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213087675849459250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFibnv35RjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/e8NtjZkvIb8/s200/rufus_narrowweb__300x406,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFibn26vMTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dR7emppGZXQ/s1600-h/pnewman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213087677740429618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFibn26vMTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dR7emppGZXQ/s200/pnewman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFibSDjFZwI/AAAAAAAAALU/cVccs8cL89k/s1600-h/Robert_Downey_Jr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213087303173760770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFibSDjFZwI/AAAAAAAAALU/cVccs8cL89k/s200/Robert_Downey_Jr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFibGkjjW0I/AAAAAAAAALM/S8uy8md4nfs/s1600-h/nearnudebourdain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213087105875663682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFibGkjjW0I/AAAAAAAAALM/S8uy8md4nfs/s200/nearnudebourdain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFiacjqhpVI/AAAAAAAAALE/f7B4dAtRcsk/s1600-h/porcia+de+rossi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213086384081970514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFiacjqhpVI/AAAAAAAAALE/f7B4dAtRcsk/s200/porcia+de+rossi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-543654099419904599?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/543654099419904599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=543654099419904599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/543654099419904599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/543654099419904599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/he.html' title='the &quot;he&apos;s Mine&quot;  - Boyfriend Game.'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SFieNBmEFtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5YoEIM6IyM8/s72-c/NUP_105546_0220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-267117210113309684</id><published>2008-05-19T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:20:56.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We There Yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SDJQBjlZBbI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rzzvZIJFyAg/s1600-h/Whichcan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202308507228505522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 619px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 406px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SDJQBjlZBbI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rzzvZIJFyAg/s400/Whichcan.jpg" width="514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can we just get the Conventions done and over with and pick the canidates and ride it out until November?&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious when I say this...the real race will begin when everyone announces who their running mate is going to be. And then I say..."LET THE GAMES BEGIN"&lt;br /&gt;But I'm ready for it to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-267117210113309684?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/267117210113309684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=267117210113309684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/267117210113309684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/267117210113309684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-we-there-yet.html' title='Are We There Yet?'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SDJQBjlZBbI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rzzvZIJFyAg/s72-c/Whichcan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-5045931941063400058</id><published>2008-05-19T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:06:49.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SDJLqjlZBaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nCO7SsP3lTI/s1600-h/dee4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202303714045003170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SDJLqjlZBaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nCO7SsP3lTI/s400/dee4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; ...I made a Drag Queen blush!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Really!   Dee works with a friend of mine (Christina) and introduced us about a month ago.  I took one look at her and said, "Yes, I have seen you.  You had this fetching red frock on and your legs were from here to Altoona.  Just stunning."  And then she blushed.  YES! &lt;br /&gt;Then Dee was teasing Christina and I said, "you better be nice or I'll take your lip gloss away" and she giggled.  From that moment on, we were friends.&lt;br /&gt;So, If I need a moment to dish or just get out of my head, I mozy on down to the record shop in the mall and visit with my new friend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now when I go to the club with Becky...I'll find Miss Dee-Lovely and we'll be part of the beautiful people.  Well, maybe she'll be the beauty and I'll just be the girl that is her friend.&lt;br /&gt;And since that "round numbered" birthday is coming up...Miss Dee said she'll make me up for that night.  Oh to be that stunning for an evening.  OH WHAT THE HELL!!!  You only live once.  She's going to have to teach me how to walk in those heels of hers!  I can do the 4 in stilettos, but damn...Dee's heels make one an AMAZON!&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted on this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUAH! (i'm practicing my air kissing....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SDJLMTlZBZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/__D1fTyU8ic/s1600-h/dee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-5045931941063400058?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5045931941063400058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=5045931941063400058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5045931941063400058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/5045931941063400058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-did-it.html' title='I did it...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SDJLqjlZBaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nCO7SsP3lTI/s72-c/dee4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-1714755157014586093</id><published>2008-05-14T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:56:16.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move over Amy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SCvPHTlZBYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qlxUzu8ORUU/s1600-h/duffyDM2202_468x538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200477919152506242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SCvPHTlZBYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qlxUzu8ORUU/s400/duffyDM2202_468x538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this new album by Duffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She reminds me of Another of my Faves...&lt;br /&gt;Dusty Springfield. (Come on...the blonde hair, the eyeliner, the voice, the style. Can you say reincarnation?!?)&lt;br /&gt;Duffy says she doesn't want to be called the new Dusty.  That's fine with me because there is only one, but you do have to admit, when you get a chance to hear her, you will hear the resemblance to Dusty.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Now, go and get this album and partake in some "Blue Eyed Soul"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-1714755157014586093?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1714755157014586093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=1714755157014586093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1714755157014586093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1714755157014586093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/move-over-amy.html' title='Move over Amy...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SCvPHTlZBYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qlxUzu8ORUU/s72-c/duffyDM2202_468x538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-4220599253583606607</id><published>2008-05-14T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:33:18.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm....tasty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SCtZuDlZBXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7rk5ADfKsmU/s1600-h/Hortons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200348842500359538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SCtZuDlZBXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7rk5ADfKsmU/s400/Hortons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I come from a town that has an amazing bakery.  I would walk miles for their bismarks or their glazed donuts.  But in Canada, I had the privledge of going to a place that MASS MARKETS these beautiful glazed donuts.  Krispy Kreme has NOTHING on Tim Hortons.  But no one can touch the Durand Bakery.&lt;br /&gt;SO why am I going on about glazed donuts?  Well Miss Diablo Cody posted this blog and I am letting you read it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Bit Sundae &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current mood: Full&lt;br /&gt;(I apologize in advance for the sheer ass-scratching pointlessness of this story.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you know, I tend to get super jazzed about foodstuffs. Every day on set, I'm excited to see what the nice catering people have prepared for my insatiable maw. Today, I yelped with glee when we assembled at the truck and I saw that there were Tim Bits for dessert. (Tim Bits, for non-Canucks, are donut holes from Tim Horton's. They're exactly like Dunkin Donuts Munchkins; wee bliss nuggets with a wet-dream glaze.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"TIM BITS!" I shrieked as I raced toward the truck, arms pinwheeling wildly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Better," a disembodied voice (cast? crew?) intoned dramatically. "Tim Bit sundaes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet bride of fuck. You take some Tim Bits-- just Tim Bits, curiously, no ice cream-- put them in a bowl (oh yes), add CARAMEL and HOT FUDGE and RASPBERRY SAUCE and CRUSHED NUTS and then you grab the Redi-Whip and give that bitch a pearl necklace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUUUUUUUCK!It is the dessert equivalent of a &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnlvdXR1YmUuY29tL3dhdGNoP3Y9dGZhbjVNYWNtc0k=" target="_blank"&gt;failure pile in a sadness bowl.&lt;/a&gt; Except perfect and delicious and right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yum. Mama's tummy is pet-python distended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE DIABLO...Christ on the Freeway...gotta try this sometime.  MMmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-4220599253583606607?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4220599253583606607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=4220599253583606607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4220599253583606607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4220599253583606607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/mmmtasty.html' title='Mmm....tasty'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SCtZuDlZBXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7rk5ADfKsmU/s72-c/Hortons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-4597132548419486566</id><published>2008-05-14T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:00:37.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting survey #1</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Yes...it's one of the features people notice first.&lt;br /&gt;What have you learned lately?&lt;br /&gt;There are always two sides to a story.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like blue cheese?&lt;br /&gt;Tasty!&lt;br /&gt;Are you on the phone with anyone at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust people too easily or not enough?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle, but I am too trusting at times&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever bite your lip?&lt;br /&gt;Yes....and Lately I've been biting my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;Whaddaya think?!? I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time something someone said really bothered you?&lt;br /&gt;This past week, at work&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever keep arguing even when you know your wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, if I am making a huge point.&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Leonard Cohen.&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you want to fight?&lt;br /&gt;Fight - no. Kick their ass - yes.&lt;br /&gt;Are you missing anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes...very much so&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing an hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;Showering&lt;br /&gt;Ever found lyrics to a song that almost exactly describes you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh man...how many can I list..."Blame it On My Youth", Bewitched, Botherd and Bewildered, The Right Place, by Eddi Reader, Both Sides Now (Thank you, ms Mitchell) This list could go on and on....&lt;br /&gt;Do you stand up for yourself some times?&lt;br /&gt;I try to do this. Sometimes I walk away if the fight is going to get too nasty.&lt;br /&gt;Are your nails painted?&lt;br /&gt;My toes, and I better touch them up.&lt;br /&gt;Was yesterday a good day?&lt;br /&gt;It was alright&lt;br /&gt;Do you laugh at really inappropriate moments?&lt;br /&gt;I can...humor is one of my coping mechanisms. I try to stuff it though.&lt;br /&gt;Where is your biological father right now?&lt;br /&gt;EIther at school or on the net at home&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your number 3 on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;DAMN BABY...Oh how I miss him. I would love to have a good laugh with him right now! ANd the trouble we could get into... Man.&lt;br /&gt;What is bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Would somebody show me the money?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen somebody get shot?&lt;br /&gt;Shot, no...Stabbed, Yes. That is an emergency room story that Trish and I share.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been called a slut?&lt;br /&gt;Yes....&lt;br /&gt;Does your head hurt?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw your dad's dad?&lt;br /&gt;In 5th grade...shared a pop and a candy bar with him at the nursing home. I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;Do you fight with your grandparents often?&lt;br /&gt;They are all gone. Gramma and Grandpa G are at the big Elk's Club in the sky and Gramma and Grandpa J are at the happy cabin. I don't think I've ever fought with them.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone with cancer?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;What bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;my own&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever saved your life?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it was saving my life per se....but I've had a few "Come to Jesus" meetings&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;summer...warmth...feeling good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-4597132548419486566?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4597132548419486566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=4597132548419486566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4597132548419486566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4597132548419486566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/interesting-survey-1.html' title='interesting survey #1'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-3387742358181182367</id><published>2008-05-09T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:22:57.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medium Spicy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SCUf413ZJEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PT-cj91HCpw/s1600-h/gai+med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198596406261654594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SCUf413ZJEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PT-cj91HCpw/s400/gai+med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I decided to get my fave tonight from Pad Thai - C 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gai Med Ma Muang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken and Cashew Nuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken, garlic, sweet soy sauce, honey, red pepper, green pepper, onion and LOTS of chilis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got it medium and my lips are still tingle-ing and it's been 3 hours since I ate it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm a happy girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-3387742358181182367?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3387742358181182367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=3387742358181182367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3387742358181182367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3387742358181182367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/medium-spicy.html' title='Medium Spicy...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SCUf413ZJEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PT-cj91HCpw/s72-c/gai+med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-9055544244178902976</id><published>2008-05-03T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:38:20.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SB1YqFLvNDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NerlH-5qUkw/s1600-h/colin_firth4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196407025024578610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SB1YqFLvNDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NerlH-5qUkw/s400/colin_firth4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I get up in the morning, This is what I would love to see next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SB1YYlLvNCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_gnLdmMzljU/s1600-h/colin_firth10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196406724376867874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SB1YYlLvNCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_gnLdmMzljU/s400/colin_firth10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I return to my room, after my shower, and I need to get dressed and ready for work, this is the sight I would like to find in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I asking for far too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's spring and I am full of Firth and Follies... mmm. I think too much Pride and Prejudice and Bridget Jones has gotten me In a state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SB1ZWlLvNEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5koY2gdWBjk/s1600-h/The%2520Look%25201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196407789528757314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SB1ZWlLvNEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5koY2gdWBjk/s400/The%2520Look%25201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And When I sing or do something endearing...&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask to have a man look adoringly at me, in the manner of Mr Darcy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding Dang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Downright lustful for the Darcy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes me swoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am such a romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-9055544244178902976?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9055544244178902976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=9055544244178902976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/9055544244178902976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/9055544244178902976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-i-get-up-in-morning-this-is-what-i.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SB1YqFLvNDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NerlH-5qUkw/s72-c/colin_firth4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-528881782179976143</id><published>2008-05-02T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:17:17.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196029961255728130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBwBuFLvNAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cOTn_-zhe-Y/s400/perfect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Time for the A&amp;amp;E 2 disc Special Edition of Pride and Prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;The love / hate relationship between Lizzy and Mr Darcy is wonderful.  You just want to scream...JUST KISS HER AND GET IT OVER WITH.&lt;br /&gt;But there are special moments in the film:&lt;br /&gt;Colin Firth with a wet shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Colin Firth in the bath.&lt;br /&gt;Colin Firth in tight short pants.&lt;br /&gt;Colin Firth with smouldering looks that could make a dead woman swoon alive.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me want to shoop. (To borrow a phrase from Mimi)&lt;br /&gt;Long live Darcy and Elizabeth... Makes a girl seek her own Darcy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-528881782179976143?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/528881782179976143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=528881782179976143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/528881782179976143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/528881782179976143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again....'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBwBuFLvNAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cOTn_-zhe-Y/s72-c/perfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-1106197969162493951</id><published>2008-05-02T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:08:55.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THIS BAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBv7CFLvM_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4aXvmR7Yem0/s1600-h/P1000204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196022608271717362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBv7CFLvM_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4aXvmR7Yem0/s400/P1000204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 Hours&lt;br /&gt;For 2 hours I was highly entertained.&lt;br /&gt;I liked this band before...now I love them.&lt;br /&gt;An extended version of "Impossible Germany" (One of my faves...) was amazing. Summerteeth is a toetapper. Hummingbird was great and California Stars was a sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go again in a heartbeat. Love the lyrics.  Love the textures. &lt;br /&gt;And the great thing was...I was there to be a part of the first show of the summer tour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-1106197969162493951?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1106197969162493951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=1106197969162493951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1106197969162493951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1106197969162493951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-this-band.html' title='I LOVE THIS BAND'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBv7CFLvM_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4aXvmR7Yem0/s72-c/P1000204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-2720340635823004838</id><published>2008-04-29T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:23:12.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Wii bowling team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBgHTFLvM-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/qNcArelwuk4/s1600-h/ABIDE_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194910194562184162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBgHTFLvM-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/qNcArelwuk4/s400/ABIDE_Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Eli (from Katmandu..the store next door) and I were talking the other day...he got a new Wii and played 8 games of bowling, in a row, on his day off.&lt;br /&gt;He said he was sore, but loved the Wii.&lt;br /&gt;I said we need to have a bowling team... and he agreed. &lt;br /&gt;Then we started to talk about the Big Lebowski and how they had a bowling team.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So...we are now planning to have a team.  I don't know if we will be called the Lebowskis or the dudes  but we will have shirts... &lt;br /&gt;We will bowl and drink White Russians...or what we call "lebowskis" and tell people to "Shut the fuck up" and hollar "Am I right?  AM I RIGHT??"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we will always ABIDE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-2720340635823004838?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2720340635823004838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=2720340635823004838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2720340635823004838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2720340635823004838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/wii-bowling-team.html' title='the Wii bowling team'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBgHTFLvM-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/qNcArelwuk4/s72-c/ABIDE_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-1128113033489037001</id><published>2008-04-29T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:43:06.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin to a concert...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBf2m1LvM9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZBmthbkx7pE/s1600-h/wilco_07_low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194891842166928338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBf2m1LvM9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZBmthbkx7pE/s400/wilco_07_low.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm seeing Wilco on the 30th...Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;I love them and their new album is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;But I still love the song&lt;br /&gt;"When you wake up feeling old"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds about like my life story at the mo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full review post concert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-1128113033489037001?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1128113033489037001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=1128113033489037001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1128113033489037001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1128113033489037001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/goin-to-concert.html' title='Goin to a concert...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBf2m1LvM9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZBmthbkx7pE/s72-c/wilco_07_low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-4490002017267864338</id><published>2008-04-29T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:56:53.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBftoVLvM8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZVGsYP66Ijo/s1600-h/kate+spade+london+sawyer+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194881972332082114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBftoVLvM8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZVGsYP66Ijo/s400/kate+spade+london+sawyer+bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To want things...&lt;br /&gt;My gramma G ( see posts of January of 06 to find out gramma stories)&lt;br /&gt;taught me that a lady's bag should match her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the shoes below...this bag will do just fine.  Thank you, Kate Spade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-4490002017267864338?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4490002017267864338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=4490002017267864338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4490002017267864338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4490002017267864338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-wrong.html' title='Still wrong...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBftoVLvM8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZVGsYP66Ijo/s72-c/kate+spade+london+sawyer+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-3882684345660822011</id><published>2008-04-29T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:45:20.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it so wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBfqRlLvM7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/PpPWzeUCYSI/s1600-h/manolos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194878282955174834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBfqRlLvM7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/PpPWzeUCYSI/s400/manolos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To want these shoes?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I've tried them on. (YES REALLY)  I've looked at the price tag. (We are talking rent and a few bills paid.)  And the fact that they are quite comfy for 4 inch stilettos...&lt;br /&gt;And I look really good in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they go with everything.&lt;br /&gt;And well...they are Manolos and Mr Blahnik has the market cornered in the proper physics of high heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh hell...I just want the shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-3882684345660822011?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3882684345660822011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=3882684345660822011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3882684345660822011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3882684345660822011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-so-wrong.html' title='Is it so wrong...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/SBfqRlLvM7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/PpPWzeUCYSI/s72-c/manolos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7835727618397559579</id><published>2008-04-04T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:03:23.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And they call it a GOLD CROWN STORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R_b4_wa2tdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2svCNc37nj8/s1600-h/fuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185605795176691154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R_b4_wa2tdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2svCNc37nj8/s400/fuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to apologize now...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry from dropping the F Bomb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But...I went to the Hallmark store today to get a few cards.  Now, I used to be MAJOR card girl.  I spent a ton on cards...i still love cards, but they are mighty mighty expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked and looked for the right card.&lt;br /&gt;I walked out empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;That is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just go to the other store up the street, next to the ice cream shop (I may need inspiration) and see if they have what I need there.&lt;br /&gt;But they still don't have a card that says....&lt;br /&gt;Hallmark could make millions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7835727618397559579?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7835727618397559579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7835727618397559579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7835727618397559579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7835727618397559579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-they-call-it-gold-crown-store.html' title='And they call it a GOLD CROWN STORE'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R_b4_wa2tdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2svCNc37nj8/s72-c/fuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7672208423531271056</id><published>2008-04-04T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:52:21.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Serenity were only this easy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R_b2FAa2tcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/H1LVDFPhmWs/s1600-h/100_2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185602586836121026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R_b2FAa2tcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/H1LVDFPhmWs/s400/100_2103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this while driving down the street in Los Angeles.  Only in LA....  I had to take the pic. I knew it would be needed or as a point of reference sometime...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now is the time.&lt;br /&gt;When things get crazy and too chaotic and one knows that they can't control anything...it's a comforting thought that you can carry a bit of the Buddha with you. &lt;br /&gt;"Stay in the Moment"&lt;br /&gt;"Be Here Now"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Peace is in Every Step"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes Buddha is in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Buddha is on your mantle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always in your heart...&lt;br /&gt;And for some, they have Buddha in the back of their pickup truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with that being said...It's spring.  New Beginnings for everyone and I wish all of you Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7672208423531271056?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7672208423531271056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7672208423531271056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7672208423531271056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7672208423531271056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-serenity-were-only-this-easy.html' title='If Serenity were only this easy...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R_b2FAa2tcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/H1LVDFPhmWs/s72-c/100_2103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7809632153047107145</id><published>2008-03-31T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:08:54.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some stuff</title><content type='html'>Ok...time for another survey. Haven't done this one and it's been a while since I've posted a survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How old will you turn in 2009?&lt;br /&gt;well...on the 23rd of December of 2008 I'll be 40. Ding Dang.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you think you'll be married by then?&lt;br /&gt;can I laugh any harder right now?&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you look forward to most in the next 6 months?&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine, Vacations, concerts, fun&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. And I have a handful of people I know that I can call.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;A pop&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;No, unless you count that tupperware thing in the back of my fridge.... ick.&lt;br /&gt;8.What were you doing at 1:30 pm?&lt;br /&gt;Steaming Clothes&lt;br /&gt;9. What were you doing at 3:00 am?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;10. When is the last time you saw your mom?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your mood?&lt;br /&gt;Confused. bored. anxious , tired&lt;br /&gt;12. How many houses have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you say you're a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;you betcha&lt;br /&gt;14Favorite food that you cook?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Parmagian, Shrimp Creole, Boiled Dinner, Shrimp and Asparagus Risotto, my cheesecake that garnered a marrage proposal from a gay man&lt;br /&gt;15.Who do you hate right now?&lt;br /&gt;Don't go there.  I don't hate, but I do feel extreme dislike&lt;br /&gt;16.Are you missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;very much so...&lt;br /&gt;17. What are your favorite shoes?&lt;br /&gt;my clogs, my danskos, my stillettos, my chucks&lt;br /&gt;18. What is/are your favorite TV show/s?&lt;br /&gt;What not to wear, Diners, Drive-ins and Dives, my name is Earl, sex in the city, weeds&lt;br /&gt;19. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp;amp; J sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;Grape&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Numm&lt;br /&gt;21. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;a mix&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you have an ipod?&lt;br /&gt;yes and I love it&lt;br /&gt;23.Would you love to beat someones ass right now?&lt;br /&gt;Oh Hell yeah,but that's bad karma.  I got this fiesty side to me at the moment and a good ass kicking would really let things out, but that's just not nice.&lt;br /&gt;24.Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;br /&gt;yes  - mine&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;26. What are you thinking about right now&lt;br /&gt;why am i not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;27. Any plans for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;I'm workin the big sale&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you cut your hair this week?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;29. Last pic you took?&lt;br /&gt;A bunch on saturday at rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;30. Are you a tease?&lt;br /&gt;I can be... I'm a better kissing bandit&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever been in an ambulance? Why?&lt;br /&gt;yes, my car accident.&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you prefer ocean or pool?&lt;br /&gt;ocean&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you know how to drive a stick shift?&lt;br /&gt;no, but I'd like to learn&lt;br /&gt;35. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?&lt;br /&gt;Books and CD's&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you wear any jewelry 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;My ring and my heart necklace&lt;br /&gt;37. What is your least favorite thing to spend money on?&lt;br /&gt;bills&lt;br /&gt;38. When did you last get a hug?&lt;br /&gt;last night&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you like long car rides?&lt;br /&gt;Long car rides=road trip!&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you shut off the water while you brush your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you like bacon?&lt;br /&gt;Tasty! I can't wait for the farmer's market this summer...BLTs with real wonderful tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;42. How do you feel about Diet Dr. Pepper?&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;43. Last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7809632153047107145?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7809632153047107145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7809632153047107145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7809632153047107145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7809632153047107145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-stuff.html' title='Some stuff'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-4548549477476533526</id><published>2008-03-31T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:41:35.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Dating Rules</title><content type='html'>I'm getting older. The rules have changed since I started dating. It's a fierce world out there and sometimes it reminds me of a bad sitcom.&lt;br /&gt;New Rule One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you think that a guy is around the same age of your mother...don't even go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I will date someone older. I have and still will...I've always liked older men. But when a guy that is interested in you is or is almost the same age as your mother - a girl thinks twice. Needless to say, I didn't and haven't gone out with this person. In fact...I am avoiding this person. I believe he has boundary issues.&lt;br /&gt;New Rule Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If a Guy tells you he talks to trees and in 24 hours he usually gets results to his prayers/intentions/questions - don't go out with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ok, I like it when a guy has spirituality. I think having a belief system is very cool. I like it when guys are into nature and are are in touch with their sensitive sides. BUT... I'm not thinking that seeking your answers from a tree is my Dali Lama.&lt;br /&gt;New Rule Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it seems too good to be true...it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Listen to your inner voice and if a bell, buzzer or whistle goes off while talking to this guy, don't think that you're wrong. Your dead on right. I still have this "rose colored glasses" syndrome. When they do something...actions speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;New Rule Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If he's younger than you, remember that he's younger than you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problems with age...younger or older than me (unless you're just about as old as my mom). Younger men are great. Very younger men(10 years or more younger than I) with a liberal and open-minded attitude are just wonderful...not to mention when they think you are cute, they do wonders for your ego. The conversation can be wonderful and you can have tons in common, but remember you're both in different places in your lives. But those v. young men do make you feel cute.&lt;br /&gt;New Rule Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unrequited love is just that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't going to change. You can wish and hope and dream, but sometimes it won't ever ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;New Rule Six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can't go back...you can only go forward.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfinished business is just that...unfinished. You can't go back and fix some things. Some things are better left unsaid and unfinished and you have to say things and finish things to and for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;New Rule Seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes you have to take a chance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a lyric I have to share: "You must decide to risk your heart for love to find you"&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine told me that the opposite of love is lonliness. Sometimes you have to take the chance. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;New Rule Eight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Distance can work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you have the connection and the attraction and the willingness to make something work...you can make it work.&lt;br /&gt;New Rule Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking too much can be dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Just go with the flo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...that's my thoughts for the moment. It's now "DANCE BREAK" time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-4548549477476533526?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4548549477476533526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=4548549477476533526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4548549477476533526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4548549477476533526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-dating-rules.html' title='New Dating Rules'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-6879733341701317214</id><published>2008-03-31T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:16:55.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R_G1AQa2tbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1OytisygC_o/s1600-h/happy+big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184123662092383666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R_G1AQa2tbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1OytisygC_o/s400/happy+big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a month...I will be sitting in the theatre with my "Charlotte"...Mrs Beth.  I hopefully will be able to smuggle Cosmos in a pop bottle in our purses and click my stillettos (the very same that I wore to Mrs. Beth's wedding) down the aisle to my seat and then promptly go and have pancakes, in said heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a chance to see the trailer for the movie...(and read some of the spoilers)&lt;br /&gt;It's got the happy ending that I've always wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-6879733341701317214?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6879733341701317214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=6879733341701317214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/6879733341701317214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/6879733341701317214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-month.html' title='In a Month!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R_G1AQa2tbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1OytisygC_o/s72-c/happy+big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7418675231232248316</id><published>2008-03-04T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:53:40.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feisty again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R82Mg2_nUvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EiPQ9DPpBm0/s1600-h/hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173946043064603378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="110" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R82Mg2_nUvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EiPQ9DPpBm0/s400/hell.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;need say no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7418675231232248316?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7418675231232248316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7418675231232248316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7418675231232248316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7418675231232248316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/feisty-again.html' title='feisty again!'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R82Mg2_nUvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EiPQ9DPpBm0/s72-c/hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-9056367430885744550</id><published>2008-03-04T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:52:10.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update of the mo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R82Lqm_nUuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PjkHJn_rOBs/s1600-h/alot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173945111056700130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="159" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R82Lqm_nUuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PjkHJn_rOBs/s400/alot.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been a fun few weeks.  What can I say...&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;The Bubonic plague that has been reappearing in everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;forensics&lt;br /&gt;and now I begin a middle school play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that I'm starting to teach the young 'uns how to read music and what the hell "Doo Wop" is....&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling me it's good for me.  And well, I do love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-9056367430885744550?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9056367430885744550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=9056367430885744550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/9056367430885744550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/9056367430885744550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/update-of-mo.html' title='update of the mo'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R82Lqm_nUuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PjkHJn_rOBs/s72-c/alot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-8482129776889650806</id><published>2008-02-21T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:29:58.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a bit of a crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R75dfGCgwXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EV5q3jwqOQA/s1600-h/Gregory_Peck_in_Roman_Holiday_trailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169672211046383986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R75dfGCgwXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EV5q3jwqOQA/s400/Gregory_Peck_in_Roman_Holiday_trailer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh My... Between "Roman Holiday" and "To Kill A Mockingbird"...Gregory Peck is one handsome man.  And as he got older, he still had it.  Yep, I got a bit of a crush now.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R75dZGCgwWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sntGL4QvISg/s1600-h/B12%2520167%2520Gregory%2520Peck%2520%26%2520Mary%2520Badham%2520-%2520To%2520Kill%2520a%2520Mockingbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169672107967168866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R75dZGCgwWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sntGL4QvISg/s400/B12%2520167%2520Gregory%2520Peck%2520%26%2520Mary%2520Badham%2520-%2520To%2520Kill%2520a%2520Mockingbird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-8482129776889650806?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8482129776889650806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=8482129776889650806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8482129776889650806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8482129776889650806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/got-bit-of-crush.html' title='Got a bit of a crush'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R75dfGCgwXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EV5q3jwqOQA/s72-c/Gregory_Peck_in_Roman_Holiday_trailer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-4576019409416571127</id><published>2008-02-21T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:29:26.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts on feminism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R75Pb2CgwVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6vAxOYID0JU/s1600-h/22021Y~Girls-kick-ass-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169656762049020242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R75Pb2CgwVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6vAxOYID0JU/s400/22021Y~Girls-kick-ass-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do!  We really do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-4576019409416571127?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4576019409416571127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=4576019409416571127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4576019409416571127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/4576019409416571127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-thoughts-on-feminism.html' title='my thoughts on feminism'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R75Pb2CgwVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6vAxOYID0JU/s72-c/22021Y~Girls-kick-ass-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-7536760473610241380</id><published>2008-02-21T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:09:59.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK...YES I LOVE THEM</title><content type='html'>I"m Telling you...Yes I love them.  Miss Annie thinks that I am protesting too much.  Well, maybe yes, but I will admit I love WHAM! and I hold no shame.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R75KTGCgwUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZPbbN9J5CTY/s1600-h/28861-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169651114167025986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R75KTGCgwUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZPbbN9J5CTY/s400/28861-1.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R75JjWCgwTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/SmAhb9QVpQ4/s1600-h/wham+reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169650293828272434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R75JjWCgwTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/SmAhb9QVpQ4/s400/wham+reunion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK..I even remember who wore this shirt...Shirley and Pepsi...the WHAM! Back up singers in the tightest skirts known to man.  George and ANdrew wore tham also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is the reunion tour that I would wait in line to get tickets for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-7536760473610241380?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7536760473610241380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=7536760473610241380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7536760473610241380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/7536760473610241380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/okyes-i-love-them.html' title='OK...YES I LOVE THEM'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R75KTGCgwUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZPbbN9J5CTY/s72-c/28861-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-2436451546942016127</id><published>2008-02-20T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:10:06.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never be ashamed of your love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R70FimCgwSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Jq790NCurIs/s1600-h/wham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169294039175971106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R70FimCgwSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Jq790NCurIs/s400/wham.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As my sister said to me:&lt;br /&gt;WHAM! is never a guilty pleasure. We shouldn't be ashamed of our love. I am not guilty that of loving them. Nor should you, seeing as it's all your fault i like them in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep...I love WHAM!  In fact, for Christmas, my baybee sista gave me an iTunes card and I downloaded "MAKE IT BIG" so that we would have it to listen to as we drove back to Mankato. &lt;br /&gt;It was far to fun to travel down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Mimi, for reminding me that my love for 80's music isn't a crime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-2436451546942016127?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2436451546942016127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=2436451546942016127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2436451546942016127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/2436451546942016127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/never-be-ashamed-of-your-love.html' title='Never be ashamed of your love.'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R70FimCgwSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Jq790NCurIs/s72-c/wham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-8534048788172486448</id><published>2008-02-19T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:13:51.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What THE?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Ok...there is this HUGE blank space at the top of my blog.  WHAT THE...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but well...I don't know how to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger might get it fixed  or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks for reading anyway.&lt;br /&gt;MUAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-8534048788172486448?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8534048788172486448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=8534048788172486448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8534048788172486448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8534048788172486448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/what.html' title='What THE?!?!?'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-3257810387572368111</id><published>2008-02-19T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:10:16.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For your guilty viewing pleasure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7vKnGCgwRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G-TeOXs_pP8/s1600-h/weeds_3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168947770322632978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7vKnGCgwRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G-TeOXs_pP8/s320/weeds_3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...get that nasty thought out of your head, you perv.&lt;br /&gt;NO...I'M NOT POSTING THAT KIND OF GUILTY VIEWING STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching Season 2 of Weeds.&lt;br /&gt;I love this show. It is one of the few shows that I actually laugh out loud while watching. (I laugh out loud to other shows...but this is one I always laught out loud with...)&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Nealon's character, Doug Wilson, has got to be the funniest high-functioning pothead that I have ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a ton of hysterical quotes that I could put here, but even I don't think I could put them here.  I'm so NOT a prude, but dang...I can't believe some of the things that are said on the show like... how Uncle Andy explains masturbation to young Shane or how Doug talks about his sex life with his wife.  there are no censors people, but the writers on the show just put the words together in a way that just amaze me and I Blushingly laugh!&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen it...just do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-3257810387572368111?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3257810387572368111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=3257810387572368111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3257810387572368111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3257810387572368111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-your-guilty-viewing-pleasure.html' title='For your guilty viewing pleasure...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7vKnGCgwRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G-TeOXs_pP8/s72-c/weeds_3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-1586224785609196743</id><published>2008-02-19T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:28:39.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Martha and I endorse this message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7vH62CgwQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JHRSINszX5s/s1600-h/barack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168944811090166018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7vH62CgwQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JHRSINszX5s/s320/barack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok...this is the only time I'm getting into any politics and political discussions on my blog.  Yep, most of you know what my political stance is.  Most of you know how I feel about important stuff. &lt;br /&gt;They say never to talk about politics or religion.  I'll talk to you about both...&lt;br /&gt;but I saw this picture and just had to post it!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-1586224785609196743?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1586224785609196743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=1586224785609196743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1586224785609196743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1586224785609196743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-martha-and-i-endorse-this-message.html' title='I&apos;m Martha and I endorse this message'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7vH62CgwQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JHRSINszX5s/s72-c/barack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-3773797454753984498</id><published>2008-02-19T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:18:02.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Tell me Your Influences.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7vBImCgwPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/49DWYpVCbOQ/s1600-h/cradleoffilth_2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168937350731972850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7vBImCgwPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/49DWYpVCbOQ/s200/cradleoffilth_2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's audition time for the middle school musical.  I love this age group.  Each year I have them fill out a questionaire with their name, age, year in school, can you read music? Can you play an instrument?  Any music training? Theatrical experience? Other comments. Favourite song?&lt;br /&gt;But like any good musician and the best audition question ever:&lt;br /&gt;Who are your influences?&lt;br /&gt;(If you have seen the movie "The Committments" you know that I copped that straight from Jimmy Rabbitt when he was setting up his Irish Soul Band)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I get to one of my fave middle school guys - Ty.  Ty is so cool.  He is very smart and is in advanced classes.  The kid analyzes everything and I respect that. Ty is also a wrestler and 4'8".  He comes to my shoulders, if that. He looks like Beaver Cleaver's friend, Whitey.  Just one hellofa cute kid.&lt;br /&gt;So, Ty gets up in front of everyone and reads off his audition sheet and doesn't say his influences.  I say...um Ty, I gotta know.  Who are your influences?&lt;br /&gt;And with a smile...he looks at me and says, "Well, Martha...I'm into Death Metal"&lt;br /&gt;I look at him with a straight face and say "Death Metal, Huh, Ty? Like Rob Zombie"  And he looks at me with wide eyes and says "Yeah, he's cool but I like other people too." &lt;br /&gt;I said "Check out Primus, little man.  Rock on my friend"&lt;br /&gt;And I got the biggest smile from the kid.&lt;br /&gt;He knew I wasn't making fun of him and respected him for his being honest for what he likes to listen to.  We all listen to stuff that not everyone likes.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to judge...one of my guilty pleasures is WHAM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE HE&lt;br /&gt;Rock on my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-3773797454753984498?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3773797454753984498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=3773797454753984498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3773797454753984498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/3773797454753984498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-tell-me-your-influences.html' title='So Tell me Your Influences.'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7vBImCgwPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/49DWYpVCbOQ/s72-c/cradleoffilth_2003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-8782097275442544825</id><published>2008-02-19T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:38:27.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feisty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7u8Q2CgwOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_kP0_YeKV-k/s1600-h/bitchyburst.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168931994907754722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7u8Q2CgwOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_kP0_YeKV-k/s400/bitchyburst.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, feisty.  NO, not the singer Feist.  The emotion and state of being....FEISTY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is what my boss called me today. She said "You're feisty today.  You got a lip on you, but you're so nice when you do it.  You're fun to watch when you're like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding dang.  Thank goodness she hasn't ever seen me pissed or downright bitchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-8782097275442544825?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8782097275442544825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=8782097275442544825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8782097275442544825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/8782097275442544825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/feisty.html' title='Feisty'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7u8Q2CgwOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_kP0_YeKV-k/s72-c/bitchyburst.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-983215353237310634</id><published>2008-02-17T20:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:31:09.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out the flair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7kJjmCgwNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6aMfVGdZyio/s1600-h/flair+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168172554495508690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 527px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" height="400" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7kJjmCgwNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6aMfVGdZyio/s400/flair+2.jpg" width="527" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every little piece of flair has a story...&lt;br /&gt;Take a look and if you have a question, let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sorry about the pixelation, but I got it as big as I could)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this board is all me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-983215353237310634?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/983215353237310634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=983215353237310634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/983215353237310634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/983215353237310634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/check-out-flair.html' title='Check out the flair...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7kJjmCgwNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6aMfVGdZyio/s72-c/flair+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-6756976667940602640</id><published>2008-02-17T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:19:31.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe you can go back...but just for a moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7kHRGCgwMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/r7IJhNKs-Cs/s1600-h/triangle_onblack.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168170037644673218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7kHRGCgwMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/r7IJhNKs-Cs/s320/triangle_onblack.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7kFpmCgwLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y7wQJOV45bk/s1600-h/new_kids320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168168259528212658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7kFpmCgwLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y7wQJOV45bk/s320/new_kids320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what a bunch of 30 something women are going to do this summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break out the acid wash jeans and help me make my mall bangs stay high!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...we're gonna go see the boys.&lt;br /&gt;Becky, Joey, Miriam and I (and whoever else wants to do this ) are going to be "Hangin Tough"&lt;br /&gt;I"m just waiting for Joey to be singing "I love you girl" in the middle of Please Don't go Girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again...I"m fitting into my 80's Guess jeans. Just maybe...maybe...I might be wearing these said jeans - with the triangle on the pocket - in public and get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;I"ll keep you posted on this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-6756976667940602640?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6756976667940602640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=6756976667940602640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/6756976667940602640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/6756976667940602640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/maybe-you-can-go-backbut-just-for.html' title='Maybe you can go back...but just for a moment.'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7kHRGCgwMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/r7IJhNKs-Cs/s72-c/triangle_onblack.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509523.post-1723202525556763631</id><published>2008-02-17T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:07:44.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Cute...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7kC6mCgwKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iXOpm-pRjso/s1600-h/button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168165253051105442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7kC6mCgwKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iXOpm-pRjso/s320/button.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are times where I really hate my job, because I have to "play the game".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are times where I  bite my toungue when I want to really say what is on my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the other day, I got so mad that I finally said what was on my mind and I felt so good.  I apologized to someone in person, but I still let them know that I am peeved to the max. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did have a really good rant with my boss the other day and when we were finished...she called me cute.&lt;br /&gt;I like being cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509523-1723202525556763631?l=notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1723202525556763631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509523&amp;postID=1723202525556763631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1723202525556763631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509523/posts/default/1723202525556763631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpostponingjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/being-cute.html' title='Being Cute...'/><author><name>megingras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034877815376478301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RZRuYa1PGo/R7kC6mCgwKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iXOpm-pRjso/s72-c/button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
