<?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-17407265</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:10:18.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>naked with a stranger</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-5068915132825024116</id><published>2009-01-25T11:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:34:20.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World Tour Party! Woot Woot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night was the Winking Lizard World Tour Party at Cleveland Browns Stadium. For those of you who do not know what that is, I will explain. Winking Lizard is a bar up here in Ohio, (where I work). There are about 10 of them throughout Columbus, Canton &amp;amp; Cleveland. We have what we call a World Tour of Beers. There are 100 beers to drink in 1 calendar year. At 50 beers you get a prize (usually a long sleeve T) and at the end you get a jacket with the logo. Different jacket every year, I think I personally have about 4 or 5. The party for the finishers is what everyone really wants. It was held at Cleveland Browns Stadium this year. The finishers can bring a guest, and there is a huge food buffet, dessert buffet, and all you can drink beer. Usually Hoegarrden, Labatt, &amp;amp; this year they added Great Lakes Burning River. (Go ahead Alabama boys, insert your burning river jokes here! &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuyahoga_River"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuyahoga_River&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have pics from this event, however when I woke up, and didn't remember how I got home, my camera is gone. It was a really fun night, all of the Cuyahoga County store finishers were there which was about 1500 people. We ran out of beer I heard at the end of the night! I don't think that has ever happened! There was a great band playing, by the end of the night the whole place had pretty much turned into a dance floor. So needless to say, I am at work. Both jobs today. And I feel like poop. If anyone finds a camera somewhere in Cleveland, with a lot of pics of dogs &amp;amp; me with some famous people on it please let me know. I really want it back. Although this may force me to finally buy this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295269446517713234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SXyTgY2q6VI/AAAAAAAABDY/V6i64chz7Jc/s400/camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-5068915132825024116?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/5068915132825024116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=5068915132825024116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5068915132825024116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5068915132825024116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2009/01/world-tour-party-woot-woot.html' title='World Tour Party! Woot Woot!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SXyTgY2q6VI/AAAAAAAABDY/V6i64chz7Jc/s72-c/camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8180674929742123698</id><published>2008-11-27T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:51:32.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have not been eaten by raccoons</title><content type='html'>But after last night I thought they were living in my kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4am to the sound of styro. Vern had tore up the garbage &amp;amp; eaten old mashed potatoes, old pasta, a cajun chicken quesadilla, and a weeks worth of cat poop. And spread it from one end of the kitchen to the other! So I was wasking my kitchen floor at 4am today so the cat &amp;amp; The porkchop would not help themselves also. I am sooooo tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I am alive, I will get internet soon, I am still trying to resolve my hospital bills so give me some time! I miss everyone! Happy turkey day!! I hope you all ate way too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-8180674929742123698?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8180674929742123698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8180674929742123698' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8180674929742123698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8180674929742123698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-not-been-eaten-by-raccoons.html' title='I have not been eaten by raccoons'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-1764380613372187650</id><published>2008-09-03T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:21:00.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going out of my mind!!!</title><content type='html'>So I have been gone for a while, and I still have no internet. My apartment sucks &amp;amp; I have to find a tennants association or something to step in. I viewed the place about a month before I moved it. I also did a walk-through a week before. All of these things were written down &amp;amp; discussed &amp;amp; I was told they would be fixed BEFORE I moved in. Not the case. This is a month later &amp;amp; I still have had no one show up to help me. They gave me a new stove &amp;amp; never brought the part to hook it to the gas in the floor -so I cannot cook. There are no screens -so I can't open my windows. The previous tennants ripped the ring off the ceiling that holds the shower curtain and the bath tub drain leaks -so I cannot shower. My prochlight is 25 feet in the air &amp;amp; in a weird cage &amp;amp; burned out -I cannot change it myself &amp;amp; it's pitch black back in the corner I live in. Also, no one has picked up the garbage since August 5. I have called the management company many times, and finally a new management company took over partway through the month. I called them &amp;amp; they were very appologetic &amp;amp; said they would be right out...&lt;br /&gt;And they never came. 3 calls later they are still not there. Today I am going to city hall &amp;amp; complaining about the garbage issue, but all I can do about getting things fixed is to give them 30 days notice that I am going to pay next months rent to the county clerk of courts &amp;amp; they will hold it until things get fixed. I could seriously cry about all this.&lt;br /&gt;And then to make things worse, Rob tried to throw me a surprise birthday party last weekend &amp;amp; like 5 people showed up. Nice. Thanks people. I love you all to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-1764380613372187650?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/1764380613372187650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=1764380613372187650' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1764380613372187650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1764380613372187650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-going-out-of-my-mind.html' title='I&apos;m going out of my mind!!!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-4893652549471696799</id><published>2008-07-18T21:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:04.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if i dissappear...</title><content type='html'>This is why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SIFISxY5F4I/AAAAAAAAAtI/qE3DLOQRaJo/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224536530059073410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SIFISxY5F4I/AAAAAAAAAtI/qE3DLOQRaJo/s400/DSC01447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am moving that end of July. (notice the classy box-o-wine on the counter)I have no idea when I will get internet back as far as posting. I can do stuff from work, but no pics &amp;amp; stuff. I have to get my internet though cable now I suppose, because I don't think I can steal cable in my new digs -catch me now evil cable company! And I am ridding myself of the home phone (that I get my DSL through now) and I just got my first ...wait for it... cell phone!!! Yes kiddies, I am in the 21st century now &amp;amp; as of today I have a cell. I have succombed to the pressure. But don't fret, my home number is my cell number. So all you people that never call me anyway can still not call the same number. And not that anyone cares, but I have a totally blinged out bubblegum pink phone &amp;amp; I LOVE it! It's so freaking girlie it'll make you want to vomit! I would post a pic, but I should have done it first so it would be at the bottom of this post. But I'm lazy &amp;amp; I am computer challanged &amp;amp; cannot move pics around in a post without f-ing it up. So if you want to see it that bad go Google the  Motorola bubblegum pink phone from t-mobile.  And if anyone wants to be in my fave five let me know. I'm such a loser I have 1 fave. Unless I add my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SIFITXBvr_I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/zchtiTNlO6c/s1600-h/DSC01448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224536540162535410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SIFITXBvr_I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/zchtiTNlO6c/s400/DSC01448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So for this month this is how I am living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SIFITvBPnvI/AAAAAAAAAtY/8D-qb95jy6E/s1600-h/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224536546602884850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SIFITvBPnvI/AAAAAAAAAtY/8D-qb95jy6E/s400/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyone want to help haul crap a half a mile down the road show up on Aug 1 or 2. Preferably the 2nd.  I have the trucks, but my daddy broke his wrist last week so I'm down a man.  I will buy you beer. And the bus boys from work will probably have weed.  Just kidding. Actually I'm probably right, but I feel if I don't see it I don't have to admit it's happening. That's what you get when 22 yr. old boys move you for the promise of booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone pray that when I plug my tv into the wall I magically have cable again! It's happened the last 3 places I've lived! Besides, if I cannot get any reception until I get cable what will I do without Big Brother????&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/17407265-4893652549471696799?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/4893652549471696799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=4893652549471696799' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4893652549471696799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4893652549471696799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-i-dissappear.html' title='if i dissappear...'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SIFISxY5F4I/AAAAAAAAAtI/qE3DLOQRaJo/s72-c/DSC01447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-2234175777409040898</id><published>2008-07-18T21:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:05.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't stop cheating!</title><content type='html'>I have an addiction. And it's called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SIFEKrkRqTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/fCPPOwSzbZo/s1600-h/big-brother-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224531993010743602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SIFEKrkRqTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/fCPPOwSzbZo/s400/big-brother-logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I for some reason can't get enough of being a voyeur &amp;amp; watching these loonatics spend their summer doing nothing but gossiping, backstabbing, arguing, and well-nothing!   I love this show &amp;amp; much to my delight it's on 3 days a week! Three days! But I have another problem. There are several websites that tell me what's going on inbetween episodes. (for any of you that would also like to join the cheaters club you can visit &lt;a href="http://www.dailybigbrother.com/"&gt;www.dailybigbrother.com&lt;/a&gt; or my personal fave &lt;a href="http://www.hamsterwatch.com/"&gt;www.hamsterwatch.com&lt;/a&gt; ) Thank God I'm too poor to subscribe to Showtime, or I'd be up all night watching Big Brother After Dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season started off with a bang, and the "Dr. Will" of the group got himself caught &amp;amp; got th boot first. Not so "Dr. Will" now, are we? But no season will ever compare with Evel Dick's. Evel Dick rocked. Even if he can't spell Evil correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SIFEK8B8O1I/AAAAAAAAAtA/1sNUBBvouhM/s1600-h/dick_auction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224531997430135634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SIFEK8B8O1I/AAAAAAAAAtA/1sNUBBvouhM/s400/dick_auction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; P.S. little Vern just got his head stuck in an empty Coke carrier &amp;amp; was rolling all over the kitchen floor just now. Funny stuff.&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/17407265-2234175777409040898?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/2234175777409040898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=2234175777409040898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2234175777409040898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2234175777409040898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-stop-cheating.html' title='i can&apos;t stop cheating!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SIFEKrkRqTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/fCPPOwSzbZo/s72-c/big-brother-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8644058928369583767</id><published>2008-07-13T09:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:05.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>am i terrible?</title><content type='html'>I am sure you all know about Post Secret. it's a little guilty pleasure of mine every Sunday morning. &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://postsecret.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually they just make me think, or make me sad, or I'll think "wow, someone else feel the same way I do" about something. But these 2 just made me laugh. I feel for laughing at the first one, but I can totally imagine what must have happened to spark this postcard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SHn__rx0uGI/AAAAAAAAAso/kYA76kYjQVM/s1600-h/post1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222486712461342818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SHn__rx0uGI/AAAAAAAAAso/kYA76kYjQVM/s400/post1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SHn__tvtY_I/AAAAAAAAAsw/A3dmLCoohbk/s1600-h/post2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222486712989344754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SHn__tvtY_I/AAAAAAAAAsw/A3dmLCoohbk/s400/post2.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/17407265-8644058928369583767?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8644058928369583767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8644058928369583767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8644058928369583767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8644058928369583767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/07/am-i-terrible.html' title='am i terrible?'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SHn__rx0uGI/AAAAAAAAAso/kYA76kYjQVM/s72-c/post1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-3634455172380205156</id><published>2008-07-09T22:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:03:14.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Head! Paper! Now!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/varaAADgC84&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/varaAADgC84&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-3634455172380205156?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/3634455172380205156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=3634455172380205156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3634455172380205156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3634455172380205156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/07/head-paper-now_09.html' title='&quot;Head! Paper! Now!&quot;'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-559039338103015721</id><published>2008-07-09T22:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:56:44.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/81fwEmP2CKY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/81fwEmP2CKY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-559039338103015721?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/559039338103015721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=559039338103015721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/559039338103015721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/559039338103015721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-this.html' title='LOVE this!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-1905398595595798226</id><published>2008-07-03T08:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:37:22.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>he's not really saying that?</title><content type='html'>I am terrible with song lyrics. And this made me laugh, especially the second half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4_MsrsKzMM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4_MsrsKzMM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-1905398595595798226?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/1905398595595798226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=1905398595595798226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1905398595595798226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1905398595595798226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/07/hes-not-really-saying-that.html' title='he&apos;s not really saying that?'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-4437842109839963218</id><published>2008-07-01T23:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:28:57.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>disturbing.</title><content type='html'>You can see where people are coming from on that little sidebar to the right. Well it also will give you details as to how they ended up there -maybe they clicked on you from another blog you left a comment on or...maybe they were googling "how to cut your nuts off " and ended up on your blog entry about neutering your dog.&lt;br /&gt;I do find it funny that the winner in the google search that put them on my blog the most is my Drunk Neighbor Story. that's a good story. He just called me last week too. He's still drunk naked &amp;amp; gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-4437842109839963218?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/4437842109839963218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=4437842109839963218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4437842109839963218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4437842109839963218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/07/disturbing.html' title='disturbing.'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-950199292451231515</id><published>2008-07-01T23:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:23:02.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one more</title><content type='html'>I almost pee'd myself at this. Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemesis required. 6-month project with possibilty to extend&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2008-05-07, 2:49PM PDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to think of ways to spice up my life. I'm 35 years old, happily married with two kids and I have a good job in insurance. But somethings missing. I feel like I'm old before my time. I need to inject some excitement into my daily routine through my arm before its too late. I need a challenge, something to get the adrenaline pumping again. An addiction would be nice, but, in short, I need a nemesis. I'm willing to pay $350 up front for you services as an arch enemy over the next six months. Nothing crazy. Steal my parking space, knock my coffee over, trip me when Im running to catch the BART and occasionaly whisper in my ear, "Ahha, we meet again". That kind of thing. Just keep me on my toes. Complacency will be the death of me. You need to have an evil streak and be blessed with innate guile and cunning. You should also be adept at inconsicuous pursuit. Evil laugh preferred. Send me a photo and a brief explanation why you would be a good nemesis. British accent preferred.&lt;br /&gt;it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests&lt;br /&gt;Compensation: $350 up front&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-950199292451231515?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/950199292451231515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=950199292451231515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/950199292451231515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/950199292451231515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-more.html' title='one more'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-6747278185851416644</id><published>2008-07-01T23:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:20:23.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why i love craig's list</title><content type='html'>For those of you who do not know what Craig's List is, it is like a cheap-o version of Ebay where people can buy, sell or trade things. There is even a section where you can post if you were at the supermarket &amp;amp; you thought the guy buying frozen peas was a hottie &amp;amp; you want to find him. I sold my 12 year old Jeep on here for $4,000! It's pretty awesome and sometime hillarious. Well, I was looking for soemthing the other day &amp;amp; came across a "Best of" list. Here is the link, but this is one of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/all/"&gt;http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/all/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my neighbor who I saw pooping in his yard yesterday - w4m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2008-06-05, 2:52PM EDT&lt;br /&gt;I saw you couched down with your pants around your ankles. I asked "Hey, what are you doing?". Your reply was "Pooping in a groundhog hole! I read about it online. It's suppose to trick the groundhog into thinking another animal has moved into it's lair.". Since you are normally a sane person I refrained from calling the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is another one that made me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferocious Attack Kitten&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2008-06-02, 7:10PM CDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferocious attack kitten is available for adoption to any home willing to accept him. This destructive kitty has been trained as a proud warrior and will fiercely defend your house, even against you. Well-trained since 10-weeks of age to attack anything in his presence, he will protect your family from evil things, including the following:&lt;br /&gt;* insects&lt;br /&gt; * other trained attack kittens&lt;br /&gt; * babies&lt;br /&gt;* toilet paper&lt;br /&gt; * anything under a blanket&lt;br /&gt; * unwanted house guests&lt;br /&gt;* paper bags&lt;br /&gt;* floor rugs&lt;br /&gt; * Chuck Norris&lt;br /&gt;* Feet.&lt;br /&gt;Great with children (assuming you don’t like the children). Probably best used for professional catfighting. He is housebroken, but only because he wants to be. This attack cat has trained himself to seek out his food anywhere you hide it and rip the bag open to feed himself, great for those who travel extensively. Also trained to drink water out of toilet bowls and dishwater from items in the sink. Knows how to open some doors. He will find you wherever you hide. Neutered (trust me, you wont want to him to procreate). Has not been declawed, but you'll figure that out really fast. Understands and responds to a variety of vulgar and profane verbal commands. Has a very soft and furry belly, like a teddy bear - however he will bite your face if you try to touch it. Willing to accept trades. Potential adopters must have experience with trained attack-kittens... please be prepared to show scars. For the love of God, someone please take this thing out of my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-6747278185851416644?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/6747278185851416644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=6747278185851416644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/6747278185851416644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/6747278185851416644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-i-love-craigs-list.html' title='why i love craig&apos;s list'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-2199309839643722183</id><published>2008-06-24T16:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:05.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>double huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SGFV-leTA0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/6laUMlvh6WU/s1600-h/badhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215544377171182402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SGFV-leTA0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/6laUMlvh6WU/s400/badhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohio&lt;br /&gt;Beds: 0Baths: 0Floors:&lt;br /&gt;Type: ResidentialStatus: Rented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was searching the Burning River Rentals website for a potential new place to live, as I may need one soon &amp;amp; this is what I found. Now, I don't know what was funnier. The fact that it was on "burning" river's web site or that it's got "0 baths &amp;amp; 0 floors" or just the fact that it is listed still? Or how about the fact that it's still listed AND a NEW picture of it after the fire is on the web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is that the gas can they lit the fire with in the top floor "landing"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, my search had to go on. I don't think this will properly protect my things &amp;amp; contain my animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-2199309839643722183?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/2199309839643722183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=2199309839643722183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2199309839643722183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2199309839643722183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/06/double-huh.html' title='double huh?'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SGFV-leTA0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/6laUMlvh6WU/s72-c/badhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-3809704524432530545</id><published>2008-06-24T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:12:05.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RVp8Q6H9e0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RVp8Q6H9e0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-3809704524432530545?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/3809704524432530545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=3809704524432530545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3809704524432530545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3809704524432530545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/06/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-3367407924406037159</id><published>2008-06-13T17:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:06.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vern loses his balls &amp; why did I not know about these???</title><content type='html'>Vern is still at my house. I love the crap out of him &amp;amp; I think I may keep him. Regardless, Vern needed to lose his balls.  I worked on Thursday at the shelter, so I set him up for when I went in &amp;amp; then I could just bring him home with me when he was done. This was way more traumatic than when The porkchop was neutered. With Porky I just dropped him off,  felt really guilty when I drove off &amp;amp; when I picked him up he was wide awake &amp;amp; ignoring me. (he was PISSED!) At 11am, a vet tech came up to the counter where I work &amp;amp; fed him wet food with a pill in it &amp;amp; gave him a shot in the ass. She told me it would just slow him down &amp;amp; would take a little while &amp;amp; she'd be back in a little while to get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 5 minutes I had to pick him up because he was staggering around like a little drunk. He was lying on his back in my arms &amp;amp; his head rolled back &amp;amp; his tounge was hanging out like my father watching tv late at night. It was almost like he was dead, and it really creeped me out. Then it made me start to think about when I had to have Mack put to sleep &amp;amp; I held him while they did it &amp;amp; then it really disturbed me. So I called clinic &amp;amp; they said to bring him back. Now this is my favorite part -Vern HATES Margaret, our Heath &amp;amp; Behavior person. No idea why, but she cannot get near him. So we walked past her &amp;amp; she put her hand out to touch him &amp;amp; even knocked out cold he growled at her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little while, Jenny brings him up wrapped in a beach towel &amp;amp; hands him to me. I actually started to cry. He was still half out of it, he was shaking, crying &amp;amp; had blood all over his tounge that was still hanging out. They pulled baby teeth out that never came out (funny, because in the 7th grade I did too! -I know, that's really strange that I still had baby teeth in the 7th grade).&lt;br /&gt;He slowly came to &amp;amp; started walking in small circles only to the left like a stroke victim, and only wanted me to hold him like a baby on his back. We left work &amp;amp; he would not even get out of the car, I had to carry him everywhere still. He immediately went under the bed, and this is how I found him. You can see he's still drugged up, look at his eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SFLljH_je5I/AAAAAAAAAr4/nxru1klLxbg/s1600-h/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211480110424882066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SFLljH_je5I/AAAAAAAAAr4/nxru1klLxbg/s400/DSC01424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now who knew you could get your dog neutered &amp;amp; keep his bits &amp;amp; pieces?! Why would you want to is a better question, but to each his own. This is a Neuticle. It is a prostetic ball. Yup, a fake ball.  They are quite expensive, for little 6 lb. Vern they would be $224! They go up to $899 if you want them custom made. they make them for cats, dogs, horses &amp;amp; bulls!  And in 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SFLljk5K_pI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ugBbFNt9zug/s1600-h/neuticlenatural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211480118182739602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SFLljk5K_pI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ugBbFNt9zug/s400/neuticlenatural.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And if you're really "nuts" about Neuticles they offer a variety of giftware, including...&lt;br /&gt;earrings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SFLljo1jVvI/AAAAAAAAAsI/n_fhBZ1Jl7k/s1600-h/neuticles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211480119241299698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SFLljo1jVvI/AAAAAAAAAsI/n_fhBZ1Jl7k/s400/neuticles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; keychains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SFLlj6J6D0I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/KBznIsHuE28/s1600-h/neuticleskeychain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211480123890077506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SFLlj6J6D0I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/KBznIsHuE28/s400/neuticleskeychain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or even a BBQ apron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SFLlkBxpwvI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zaQg3eZSjLM/s1600-h/neuticlesapron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211480125935829746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SFLlkBxpwvI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zaQg3eZSjLM/s400/neuticlesapron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How do people invent such odd things &amp;amp; probably become millionaires &amp;amp; I can hardly pay my bills??? I need to start inventing.&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/17407265-3367407924406037159?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/3367407924406037159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=3367407924406037159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3367407924406037159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3367407924406037159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/06/vern-loses-his-balls-why-did-i-not-know.html' title='vern loses his balls &amp; why did I not know about these???'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SFLljH_je5I/AAAAAAAAAr4/nxru1klLxbg/s72-c/DSC01424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-1428873854877621285</id><published>2008-06-09T14:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:27:03.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I calling America's Got  Talent on Ray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1b6d96cc2d70b8a0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b6d96cc2d70b8a0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870843%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82EF6DD20532C1B64CC232A4746D3A256FA3D3E.2C093B8E05EB7D47BE429B0DF78109B8544E3019%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b6d96cc2d70b8a0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5K-lbkAOw1MbLrGQoUL81KRDqlU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b6d96cc2d70b8a0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870843%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82EF6DD20532C1B64CC232A4746D3A256FA3D3E.2C093B8E05EB7D47BE429B0DF78109B8544E3019%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b6d96cc2d70b8a0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5K-lbkAOw1MbLrGQoUL81KRDqlU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-1428873854877621285?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1b6d96cc2d70b8a0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/1428873854877621285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=1428873854877621285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1428873854877621285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1428873854877621285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-calling-americas-got-talent-on-ray.html' title='I calling America&apos;s Got  Talent on Ray!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-2390879159999255232</id><published>2008-06-04T23:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:49:50.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>myspace stalking</title><content type='html'>I was screwing around on MySpace the other night &amp; came across an old boyfriend whom I have not seen/talked to in about 15 years or more. We had dated for about 2 years, he was my first real serious boyfriend out of high school. I frustrated him beyond belief because when anything serious happened, or we needed to talk seriously about us, I would clam up. I was raised in a household where we didn't talk, where we didn't share feelings. To this day I have never heard my mother say she loved me. So to suddenly be in a relationship with someone who was the extreme opposite, I didn't know what to do. It scared me to death to have to be open &amp; I didn't even know how to.&lt;br /&gt;After 2 years or so of this, we ended it &amp; I have often thought about him. He was a really good guy &amp; he taught me so much about communication, love, sex, friendship, and sharing feelings. Not to say I was instantly transformed, but with each relationship I have had over the years I have gotten better &amp; better. I can look at the relationship I am in now &amp; honestly say I am so completely different in those aspects &amp; I think I owe a LOT of it to Cliff. I have thought of him a lot over the years when I have been in certain situations with guys. &lt;br /&gt;I was a little hesitant to write him, but I did it. And I told him what he had taught me &amp; thanked him for it. He was a little surprised to see me, but admitted he had found me on MySpace several years ago &amp; was afraid to be a creepy stalker so he didn't write me. He also admitted that he looked at our relationship as well through the years &amp; used it.&lt;br /&gt;It's strange. It's strange to look back at things &amp; see how you've grown. It's strange to think you've changed or shaped someone else'e life without knowing it at the time. It's strange to think that after more than 15 years someone else still thinks about you.&lt;br /&gt;Cliff is married with 2 boys &amp; seems really happy &amp; content. We have been emailing for several days now, catching up on family stories, etc. I am glad that I contacted him &amp; I'm happy to see that's he's happy &amp; where he wants to be in life. &lt;br /&gt;That's it. I was just feeling sappy &amp; sentimental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-2390879159999255232?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/2390879159999255232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=2390879159999255232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2390879159999255232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2390879159999255232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/06/myspace-stalking.html' title='myspace stalking'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-7526834866824136849</id><published>2008-06-02T21:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:20:36.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>journey here I come! Sept. 6th!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OdJqG4DB3yk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OdJqG4DB3yk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is good! And they found him on you tube!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-7526834866824136849?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/7526834866824136849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=7526834866824136849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7526834866824136849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7526834866824136849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/06/journey-here-i-come-sept-6th.html' title='journey here I come! Sept. 6th!!!!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-2231088516770020711</id><published>2008-06-01T19:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:08.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM5DbLA0HI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jd2AUsZ40OE/s1600-h/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207068325166764146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM5DbLA0HI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jd2AUsZ40OE/s400/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly got married on Saturday! Work people weddings are the best type to go to. All of us that work together get along very very well, we all drink, and we all love to dance &amp;amp; make asses of ourselves &amp;amp; document it. So that being said, the fact that we just work with Kelly &amp;amp; are not related is perfect -no one knows us! We don't have to feel obligated to talk to anyone we don't know that well or don't like, we can drink for free all night &amp;amp; be fools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Nate, Nikki &amp;amp; Rob. Despite the fact he's also an ass, Rob had to be talked into this pose. Nate was WAY to into it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM5D3xVbWI/AAAAAAAAArY/Kl5rLXf4-2Q/s1600-h/DSC01403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207068332843691362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM5D3xVbWI/AAAAAAAAArY/Kl5rLXf4-2Q/s400/DSC01403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nate &amp;amp; Carrie take this pose everytime the camera comes out. It's Carrie's "I'm way goth" pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie has really nice boobs. I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM5EGsteNI/AAAAAAAAArg/0bD9eyhZNdw/s1600-h/DSC01411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207068336850827474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM5EGsteNI/AAAAAAAAArg/0bD9eyhZNdw/s400/DSC01411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kristene, queen of weddings. The movie 27 dresses? That's her. She was just thankful for once she was not in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM5EUiB6CI/AAAAAAAAAro/lnusgb7ZxBI/s1600-h/DSC01409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207068340564125730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM5EUiB6CI/AAAAAAAAAro/lnusgb7ZxBI/s400/DSC01409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rob &amp;amp; I dancing to Journey. Unfortunately there are no good pics of my dress, but it's the cutest dress I've ever owned. It's very "Charlotte" from Sex and The City. I had 3 random strangers tell me my "party dress" was very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM3o_rqyTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/TTeVqmkfSys/s1600-h/DSC01388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207066771599313202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM3o_rqyTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/TTeVqmkfSys/s400/DSC01388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The happy family! Tarryn, Paul &amp;amp; Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM3pBbWz4I/AAAAAAAAAqw/DiRBY83QUIQ/s1600-h/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207066772067766146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM3pBbWz4I/AAAAAAAAAqw/DiRBY83QUIQ/s400/DSC01390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nikki, Nate &amp;amp; I. That's Nikki's "whatever" face. I don't think she knew what that meant when we decided to do it. She just looks pissed off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM3pURYMsI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QuL_36aTiUI/s1600-h/DSC01389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207066777126187714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM3pURYMsI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QuL_36aTiUI/s400/DSC01389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nikki again, in her grown up dress! I kept getting her shirley temple's from the bar so she felt included in our many many many rips to the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM3p8HkUEI/AAAAAAAAArA/A97Vn8Mx_mc/s1600-h/DSC01394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207066787822456898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM3p8HkUEI/AAAAAAAAArA/A97Vn8Mx_mc/s400/DSC01394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nate is creepy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM3qCD0z_I/AAAAAAAAArI/QhhVp3vYuS4/s1600-h/DSC01395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207066789417373682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM3qCD0z_I/AAAAAAAAArI/QhhVp3vYuS4/s400/DSC01395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate &amp;amp; Robbie. Thinking they're cool. Look really close at Nate's sunglasses. His cool factor just flew out the door. And I think Rob is actually wearing my sunglasses now that I'm looking at it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-2231088516770020711?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/2231088516770020711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=2231088516770020711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2231088516770020711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2231088516770020711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/06/wedding-weekend.html' title='wedding weekend!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SEM5DbLA0HI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jd2AUsZ40OE/s72-c/DSC01397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-7110378979020211637</id><published>2008-05-26T12:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:08.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDrq8sKmTyI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Xgw9PN3btUs/s1600-h/west_2008_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204730647748693794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDrq8sKmTyI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Xgw9PN3btUs/s400/west_2008_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my daddy (once again). He is on vacation right now. he took the motorhome &amp;amp; went for 4 weeks with his girlfriend across the US. From the calls &amp;amp; emails I've gotten, it's the same trip he &amp;amp; I did when I was about 12.  This is a pic he sent me from Nashville. It's my screensaver at the moment because he just looks so happy. Not that he's an unhappy guy, but he just looks really happy &amp;amp; like he's having fun.&lt;br /&gt;It been very tough to talk to him while he's gone, because I found out the day he left that his cancer is back. And he refused treatment. And he has not told me. I want so badly to ask him about it, but I don't want to ruin his vacation or make him worried the whole time until he gets back. Someone let it slip because they thought I already knew, so I have no idea what they meant by "refusing treatment". I'm hoping he's  just waiting until his vacation is over to get treatment, and that he's not completely refusing it.&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit dwelling on it with no answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-7110378979020211637?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/7110378979020211637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=7110378979020211637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7110378979020211637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7110378979020211637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/05/dad.html' title='dad'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDrq8sKmTyI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Xgw9PN3btUs/s72-c/west_2008_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8951269945428561416</id><published>2008-05-21T10:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:09.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eileen get's a new playhouse</title><content type='html'>As we all know, I cannot resist animals &amp;amp; animal related things that spoil them. I was at Target today &amp;amp; I found this! The Carribean Cruiser! And Lena loves it! She played in it all night! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDQ1Qynbe2I/AAAAAAAAApc/WSAJvFfUqBQ/s1600-h/DSC01362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202842032101096290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDQ1Qynbe2I/AAAAAAAAApc/WSAJvFfUqBQ/s400/DSC01362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The one arm bandit attacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDQ1Rynbe3I/AAAAAAAAApk/12yamH6c_gU/s1600-h/DSC01363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202842049280965490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDQ1Rynbe3I/AAAAAAAAApk/12yamH6c_gU/s400/DSC01363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now she's all tuckered out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDQ1Vynbe4I/AAAAAAAAAps/hd6iW48XPzk/s1600-h/DSC01381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202842118000442242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDQ1Vynbe4I/AAAAAAAAAps/hd6iW48XPzk/s400/DSC01381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17407265-8951269945428561416?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8951269945428561416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8951269945428561416' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8951269945428561416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8951269945428561416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/05/eileen-gets-new-playhouse.html' title='Eileen get&apos;s a new playhouse'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDQ1Qynbe2I/AAAAAAAAApc/WSAJvFfUqBQ/s72-c/DSC01362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-4394118689723841075</id><published>2008-05-21T10:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:41:44.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>today's entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aa89b2815c19fd69" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa89b2815c19fd69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870843%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D596B8295FD309DED5192B300403F06EA11611BE7.7D3FCD06AEBC4FF6819095FB29C8145806F9E33D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa89b2815c19fd69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoFGW1uTKpKecY1sIrIRDXZ75Ltg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa89b2815c19fd69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870843%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D596B8295FD309DED5192B300403F06EA11611BE7.7D3FCD06AEBC4FF6819095FB29C8145806F9E33D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa89b2815c19fd69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoFGW1uTKpKecY1sIrIRDXZ75Ltg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My neighbor Dave is putting a new roof on his house and garage himself. He has apparently hired a man to help him do the grunt work. I have never seen this man before &amp;amp; he seems a little weird, but he's very amusing. He likes to sing. A lot. I wish my camera batteries were not charging right now because now he's got Diana Ross on full blast &amp;amp; he's singing at the top of his lungs. Earlier this morning we were treated to Britney Spears! I will try &amp;amp; get a better one this afternoon. He really likes this lite rock station he's listening to! Did I mention he gets the words wrong to everything?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-4394118689723841075?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aa89b2815c19fd69&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/4394118689723841075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=4394118689723841075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4394118689723841075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4394118689723841075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/05/todays-entertainment.html' title='today&apos;s entertainment'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-5317036638047926002</id><published>2008-05-18T22:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:00:43.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vern!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-78bbbad041e47f8d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78bbbad041e47f8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870843%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4267C56DD3EE858390CFA82A313885A99D9A1ABB.5CFB1BFC4B3A7545948598D5C23968D2AA49761B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78bbbad041e47f8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPiAmrtmvu_2fkS9eW-Sd7BgJjnY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78bbbad041e47f8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870843%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4267C56DD3EE858390CFA82A313885A99D9A1ABB.5CFB1BFC4B3A7545948598D5C23968D2AA49761B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78bbbad041e47f8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPiAmrtmvu_2fkS9eW-Sd7BgJjnY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-5317036638047926002?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=78bbbad041e47f8d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/5317036638047926002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=5317036638047926002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5317036638047926002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5317036638047926002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/05/vern.html' title='Vern!!!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-1172773941267372564</id><published>2008-05-18T22:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:10.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's at my house????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDDnjCnbexI/AAAAAAAAAo0/BlF-lyY5880/s1600-h/DSC01355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201912158796610322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDDnjCnbexI/AAAAAAAAAo0/BlF-lyY5880/s400/DSC01355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDDnjinbeyI/AAAAAAAAAo8/EfpfVJ-Nm4U/s1600-h/DSC01361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201912167386544930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDDnjinbeyI/AAAAAAAAAo8/EfpfVJ-Nm4U/s400/DSC01361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDDnjynbezI/AAAAAAAAApE/7iEdzYNZ-lE/s1600-h/DSC01359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201912171681512242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDDnjynbezI/AAAAAAAAApE/7iEdzYNZ-lE/s400/DSC01359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDDnkCnbe0I/AAAAAAAAApM/c4IDzaD9S5c/s1600-h/DSC01370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201912175976479554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDDnkCnbe0I/AAAAAAAAApM/c4IDzaD9S5c/s400/DSC01370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDDnkSnbe1I/AAAAAAAAApU/EWfnH7KNR6E/s1600-h/DSC01371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201912180271446866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDDnkSnbe1I/AAAAAAAAApU/EWfnH7KNR6E/s400/DSC01371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seriously does not get any cuter than this. He's so cute I can't even stand it! So Vern is considered "unadoptable". Really? Does he look like he's chewing my face off while he lies on my bed and amuses himslef with toys? They were going to euthanize him last Tuesday unless I figured out a plan for him. So my plan is Vern's new "shelter" is my house. I have several friends lined up to come over &amp;amp; start playing with him &amp;amp; getting to know him. He really just takes some time to get to know people, that's all. A friend of mine came over Friday night &amp;amp; Vern wanted no part of him. By the end of the Cav's game...Vern was sleeping on his chest. So I am going to do whatever it takes to save his little life.&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/17407265-1172773941267372564?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/1172773941267372564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=1172773941267372564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1172773941267372564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1172773941267372564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/05/guess-whos-at-my-house.html' title='Guess who&apos;s at my house????'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SDDnjCnbexI/AAAAAAAAAo0/BlF-lyY5880/s72-c/DSC01355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-6836764371176524549</id><published>2008-05-15T15:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:10.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vern part deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCyT_CnbewI/AAAAAAAAAos/McF-ODx0lZ8/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200694380949371650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCyT_CnbewI/AAAAAAAAAos/McF-ODx0lZ8/s400/DSC01340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember Vern? Well Vern went home with a co-worker last week because he has progressed in his ability to finally allow humans to interact with him. Kelly first brought her boxer in to meet him &amp;amp; it went fine. Then her 2 year old daughter. That went even better. Vern knew just how to play with her &amp;amp; Tarryn LOVED him. He is housebroken, no anxiety issues about being left alone, he was a doll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Kelly's husband came home from Florida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Vern tried to eat his face off. So now I am going to foster him at my house &amp;amp; see if he can get better. We are also contacting some toy breed rescues that may want to help.We just cannot adopt him out because we can be held liable if something happens &amp;amp; we knew he was like this. So I may have to adopt him myself &amp;amp; then adopt him out to whomever I find for him. So little Vern will be here this weekend! I already bought him a tiny black t-shirt that says "Killer" in rhinestones...pictures will follow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-6836764371176524549?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/6836764371176524549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=6836764371176524549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/6836764371176524549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/6836764371176524549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/05/vern-part-deux.html' title='Vern part deux'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCyT_CnbewI/AAAAAAAAAos/McF-ODx0lZ8/s72-c/DSC01340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-6020070927027367672</id><published>2008-05-11T09:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:11.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio-thon!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb-DSnbetI/AAAAAAAAAoU/P1rdLbxiDI0/s1600-h/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199122152336095954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb-DSnbetI/AAAAAAAAAoU/P1rdLbxiDI0/s400/DSC01366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend was our 3rd annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pledge&lt;/span&gt; for Pets Radio-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thon&lt;/span&gt;. And we raised....over $170,000! We beat last year by over $40,000!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's had to believe that with all the cruelty in this world that there is so much generosity too.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few random pics. I was really busy &amp;amp; didn't get a lot his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know when guinea pigs are born they are 1/3 of their adult size? We had a momma give birth to 4 babies on Friday morning &amp;amp; this is one of them about 12 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb-DinbeuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/n4x6mQrt1dI/s1600-h/DSC01367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199122156631063266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb-DinbeuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/n4x6mQrt1dI/s400/DSC01367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Sally. While we were on the air someone came in with her because they knew we could help her. She was found in a dumpster. This is the "after" pic, but she came in with so many large mats that we could not even tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; her legs were. Despite what she'd been through she was as sweet as can be &amp;amp; since she was already spayed she found a home on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb-DynbevI/AAAAAAAAAok/NsY_jQIcKeE/s1600-h/DSC01371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199122160926030578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb-DynbevI/AAAAAAAAAok/NsY_jQIcKeE/s400/DSC01371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; Wilde from Q104 got in a cage again &amp;amp; refused to come out until we got 50 more Pet Partners. (someone who pledges $20 a month for a year) She was out in about an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb7lSnbeoI/AAAAAAAAAns/ehZQj3x7Pxw/s1600-h/DSC01373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199119437916764802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb7lSnbeoI/AAAAAAAAAns/ehZQj3x7Pxw/s400/DSC01373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Soda. She was used for breeding &amp;amp; looks like she's been through the ringer. They decided she was too old to breed &amp;amp; dumped her off on us. She's 10 &amp;amp; we had to remove a mass from her side. She went home on Saturday to a bull terrier rescue group. She was one of the coolest dogs I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb7mSnbepI/AAAAAAAAAn0/agB7Om7QsAY/s1600-h/DSC01374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199119455096634002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb7mSnbepI/AAAAAAAAAn0/agB7Om7QsAY/s400/DSC01374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Josi the Great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pyranees&lt;/span&gt;! She's a small polar bear! Nikki decided she wold make a great horse. her owners moved to Alaska &amp;amp; could not take her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb7minbeqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5eq29J8VLKI/s1600-h/DSC01369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199119459391601314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb7minbeqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5eq29J8VLKI/s400/DSC01369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kristene&lt;/span&gt;. Poor girl worked her ass off to put this even together. I think she's going to sleep for a week now! And on top of all this she moved 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb7mynberI/AAAAAAAAAoE/h-Nz2ZnKdJc/s1600-h/DSC01362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199119463686568626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb7mynberI/AAAAAAAAAoE/h-Nz2ZnKdJc/s400/DSC01362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Wednesday. She's a 6 year old ferret that we had to amputate her tail off of. She had a bad cyst on it that kept coming back. She was adopted by my friends Dave &amp;amp; Lori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb7ninbesI/AAAAAAAAAoM/zHIu6LpFZOQ/s1600-h/DSC01364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199119476571470530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb7ninbesI/AAAAAAAAAoM/zHIu6LpFZOQ/s400/DSC01364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's another pig shot. Look how freaking cute that is!!!! You can kind of get a better idea of it's size, that's a 4x6 piece of paper behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it. Off to clean up the aftermath of the radio-thon &amp;amp; then take gramma out for dinner. Probbly somethin' fancy like Bob Evans. That's where she ALWAYS want's to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-6020070927027367672?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/6020070927027367672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=6020070927027367672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/6020070927027367672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/6020070927027367672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/05/radio-thon.html' title='Radio-thon!!!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SCb-DSnbetI/AAAAAAAAAoU/P1rdLbxiDI0/s72-c/DSC01366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-4874128398147229283</id><published>2008-05-01T09:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:07:40.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take your Hula Chair &amp; raise you an iGallup!</title><content type='html'>Seriously??? And I believe you can buy this item at Brookstone. There's a buyer out there in he land of Brookstone that probably needs fired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hwocdImA6Z8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hwocdImA6Z8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-4874128398147229283?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/4874128398147229283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=4874128398147229283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4874128398147229283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4874128398147229283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/05/ill-take-your-hula-chair-raise-you.html' title='I&apos;ll take your Hula Chair &amp; raise you an iGallup!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-4115823721280597229</id><published>2008-04-29T15:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:57:10.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>unedumacated</title><content type='html'>I have a pet peeve. But sometimes I can look past being irritated by this pet peeve &amp;amp; it's funny.  This pet peeve is spelling &amp;amp; grammar. We have a system at the animal shelter that allows us to leave memo's on animals profiles that (thank God!) cannot be viewed by the public. The first memo an animal gets is when it comes in. The memo is anything that may be helpful on down the road, such as -hates cats, does not use litter box, escape artist, hates kids, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have someone who works in our intake department, who we'll call Joanne. Because that's her name. There's no protecting the stupid here. There was a dog memo that I pulled up to read to see if it was anything that a potential adopter may want to know about. This is exactly what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the owner nolonger can keep the dog. the dog came from a fram. she can not take on city leaving. she loves to run with the hores."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THAT'S funny. I didn't know hores did a lot of running, but I guess if you're about to get busted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-4115823721280597229?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/4115823721280597229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=4115823721280597229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4115823721280597229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4115823721280597229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/04/unedumacated.html' title='unedumacated'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-2436442390832720802</id><published>2008-04-25T17:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:13.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mondays adventure</title><content type='html'>This past Monday I had to attend an AA seminar  (alcohol awareness, not anonymous!)  in Penninsula. (I am now re-certified in alcohol intervention  ye-ha!)I went a little early as it was in the middle of the Cuyahoga Valley National Park &amp;amp; thought I might like to look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I found when I followed the signs for the Humane Society...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SBJIGgB8hBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cGhdkKkPuLU/s1600-h/DSC01348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193292596826113042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SBJIGgB8hBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cGhdkKkPuLU/s400/DSC01348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, folks. It's outdoors. All. Year. Around.  How sad is that? They were not open on Mondays so I could not go in &amp;amp; ask questions, but it was all right there, wide open &amp;amp; exposed to the elements. Now to some of you in the south that may not seem that bad, but this is Ohio, and that is part of the snow belt.  And that's very scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SBJIIQB8hCI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/R-Qd7xClgAM/s1600-h/DSC01349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193292626890884130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SBJIIQB8hCI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/R-Qd7xClgAM/s400/DSC01349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then on to Virginia Kendall. Was not as much as I thought it was going to be, but I didn't really hike to much, as you'll see down below I was not wearing the proper foot attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SBJHnQB8g8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/n59Ipuc6tm4/s1600-h/DSC01347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193292059955200962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SBJHnQB8g8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/n59Ipuc6tm4/s400/DSC01347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently the Boy Scouts are serious about their camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SBJHoQB8g9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/SZc-_4ACZks/s1600-h/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193292077135070162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SBJHoQB8g9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/SZc-_4ACZks/s400/DSC01346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who would hunt mushrooms????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SBJHpAB8g-I/AAAAAAAAAmw/XGtAFhVRTGA/s1600-h/DSC01342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193292090019972066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SBJHpAB8g-I/AAAAAAAAAmw/XGtAFhVRTGA/s400/DSC01342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a really cool lake. The bath house was built into the hill behind it &amp;amp; the land went right out into the middle of the lake with a dock all the way aound it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SBJHpgB8g_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/kcEMyywv6iM/s1600-h/DSC01345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193292098609906674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SBJHpgB8g_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/kcEMyywv6iM/s400/DSC01345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bad shoe choice. Mary janes are bad for hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SBJHpwB8hAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/uWmTaQvd-eA/s1600-h/DSC01352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193292102904873986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SBJHpwB8hAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/uWmTaQvd-eA/s400/DSC01352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I took more pics than that, but apparently I didn't! There was a beautiful golf course in there &amp;amp; many hiking trails. So I may go back down some afternoon &amp;amp; check it out more. Especially when we actually have leaves on the trees!&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/17407265-2436442390832720802?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/2436442390832720802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=2436442390832720802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2436442390832720802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2436442390832720802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/04/mondays-adventure.html' title='mondays adventure'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SBJIGgB8hBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cGhdkKkPuLU/s72-c/DSC01348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-4759575883159411583</id><published>2008-04-16T10:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:14.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vern</title><content type='html'>This is Vern. He was dropped off at the shelter over a week ago by a VERY large man who was scared to death of him. And he was the owner. Vern hates everyone. But me. So I've taken on the task of socializing him so he does not get the "blue juice". He's 2, and came in named Lavartta. Seriously? That's why he hates life! Lavartta???&lt;br /&gt;He's an absolute doll, and is slowly responding to people. I think the guy spanked him that brought him in, so he's very distrustful. He's so tiny, I think he weighs like 6 pounds. So I've been going in several hours early everyday &amp;amp; taking him on a long walk, and then throwing a ball for as long as he wants -which is about an hour. He LOVES LOVES LOVES the tennis ball. I am off from there today, but I'm on my way in right now to stop at Target &amp;amp; get him more tennis balls (a big dog squished his) and get him out. I cannot tell you how much I love this dog. He' just the sweetest &amp;amp; cutest thing ever. he loves other dogs and cats, but I have too many animals as it is, or I'd take him in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck in my little socialization project &amp;amp; trying to save his life. I mean look at him, how can you not love that face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SAYHnNWoAvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/wa09_6YaTxQ/s1600-h/DSC01334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189843990771925746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SAYHnNWoAvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/wa09_6YaTxQ/s400/DSC01334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SAYHodWoAwI/AAAAAAAAAmI/BOPyaY2G4_A/s1600-h/DSC01335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189844012246762242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SAYHodWoAwI/AAAAAAAAAmI/BOPyaY2G4_A/s400/DSC01335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SAYHo9WoAxI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/nWKlANwMfPI/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189844020836696850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SAYHo9WoAxI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/nWKlANwMfPI/s400/DSC01340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SAYHpdWoAyI/AAAAAAAAAmY/GloUj2664m0/s1600-h/DSC01341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189844029426631458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SAYHpdWoAyI/AAAAAAAAAmY/GloUj2664m0/s400/DSC01341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17407265-4759575883159411583?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/4759575883159411583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=4759575883159411583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4759575883159411583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4759575883159411583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/04/vern.html' title='Vern'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SAYHnNWoAvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/wa09_6YaTxQ/s72-c/DSC01334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-7595441974284170860</id><published>2008-04-11T10:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:06:31.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I won!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I submitted 2 brackets  this year for March Madness. I found out right before the final four I had both brackets in the top 4 &amp;amp; 1 of them was tied for first place!!! Well I got my money last night! I WON! I freaking won the brackets!!! I got 41 of them correct including the winner! Please don't ask me how, as I have no idea &amp;amp; I'm still in shock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-7595441974284170860?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/7595441974284170860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=7595441974284170860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7595441974284170860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7595441974284170860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-won.html' title='I won!!!!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-5811392635798106169</id><published>2008-04-10T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:13:13.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>23 bitches!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.howmanyfiveyearoldscouldyoutakeinafight.com/"&gt;http://www.howmanyfiveyearoldscouldyoutakeinafight.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-5811392635798106169?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/5811392635798106169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=5811392635798106169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5811392635798106169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5811392635798106169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/04/23-bitches.html' title='23 bitches!!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-4514309634695058611</id><published>2008-04-08T15:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:56:33.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny!</title><content type='html'>I stole this from Kristen, but this is totally worth it. Make sure you listen to the disclaimer at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="510" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/g10iTyi2A6HX7TiRnUppPQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/g10iTyi2A6HX7TiRnUppPQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="510" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-4514309634695058611?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/4514309634695058611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=4514309634695058611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4514309634695058611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4514309634695058611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny.html' title='Funny!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-3640771798409589415</id><published>2008-04-07T21:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:52:33.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad, there's something that I've got to talk to you about...</title><content type='html'>Watch the reaction of the guy about 3 seconds after she kicks him in the nuts. Quality acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YdlEMmAFfIM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YdlEMmAFfIM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-3640771798409589415?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/3640771798409589415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=3640771798409589415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3640771798409589415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3640771798409589415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/04/dad-theres-something-that-ive-got-to.html' title='Dad, there&apos;s something that I&apos;ve got to talk to you about...'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8554403657289223910</id><published>2008-04-04T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:41:47.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJCGYn_nhGQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJCGYn_nhGQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-8554403657289223910?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8554403657289223910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8554403657289223910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8554403657289223910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8554403657289223910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-4.html' title='April 4'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-4364441477271977843</id><published>2008-04-02T16:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:15.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Day!</title><content type='html'>Opening day was Monday, and as you probably know the Tribe won. Take that Thome &amp;amp; your home runs!&lt;br /&gt; Sadly we no longer have "The Jake". Jacob's Field has been renamed Progressive Field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_Pm6jLxD_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/BljeiGYyIvI/s1600-h/jake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184741489584967666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_Pm6jLxD_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/BljeiGYyIvI/s400/jake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_Pm7DLxEAI/AAAAAAAAAlw/JNC2DLHEcNk/s1600-h/jake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not gonna lie. It's weird. It was fun to say "Hey, I'm going to the Jake tonight". Everyone knew that meant you were going to see the tribe play. The Jake had a nice ring to it. Now what to we nickname it? The Prog? That's just weird. Weird &amp;amp; not gonna happen. We like to nickname things around here. And there's just nothing that will fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_Pm7DLxEBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Ju9IUrVZ8pw/s1600-h/jake3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184741498174902290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_Pm7DLxEBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Ju9IUrVZ8pw/s400/jake3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Say goodbye to "The Jake"! (Even at 14 years old, we have one of the nicest ballparks in the country still!)&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/17407265-4364441477271977843?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/4364441477271977843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=4364441477271977843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4364441477271977843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4364441477271977843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/04/opening-day.html' title='Opening Day!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_Pm6jLxD_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/BljeiGYyIvI/s72-c/jake2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-1449203618227765294</id><published>2008-04-01T15:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:15.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Famous</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday a night a bunch of us girlies from work had the night off together so where did we go? To listen to the band -where we work! The band was called Almost Famous &amp;amp; they were kinda okay. Unfortunately this was the only pic I got of them &amp;amp; it's kinda dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_KUdTLxD6I/AAAAAAAAAlA/Uma8LSOl-OM/s1600-h/DSC01317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184369352143605666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_KUdTLxD6I/AAAAAAAAAlA/Uma8LSOl-OM/s400/DSC01317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beforehand we went to Carollee's house &amp;amp; drank there first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_KUeDLxD7I/AAAAAAAAAlI/ImcSjMr1yzI/s1600-h/DSC01316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184369365028507570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_KUeDLxD7I/AAAAAAAAAlI/ImcSjMr1yzI/s400/DSC01316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justin &amp;amp; Amanda. No, Justin's not crosseyed -he just likes to pretend he's a re-re in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_KUeTLxD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/IQpXXoCpkb8/s1600-h/DSC01322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184369369323474882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_KUeTLxD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/IQpXXoCpkb8/s400/DSC01322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carrolee &amp;amp; Angie getting down with their bad selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_KUezLxD9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Rnme5ohL_uM/s1600-h/DSC01320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184369377913409490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_KUezLxD9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Rnme5ohL_uM/s400/DSC01320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Angie will dance with ANYONE. Even when they are creepy old men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_KUfTLxD-I/AAAAAAAAAlg/WoqleDPyzqY/s1600-h/DSC01319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184369386503344098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_KUfTLxD-I/AAAAAAAAAlg/WoqleDPyzqY/s400/DSC01319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17407265-1449203618227765294?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/1449203618227765294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=1449203618227765294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1449203618227765294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1449203618227765294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/04/almost-famous.html' title='Almost Famous'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_KUdTLxD6I/AAAAAAAAAlA/Uma8LSOl-OM/s72-c/DSC01317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-1358939992789216689</id><published>2008-04-01T15:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:07:56.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kobe's visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-233e1d476becbf33" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D233e1d476becbf33%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870843%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56731CFEEF6796EE7B84653A657129CFAC1796BD.A3E8EE5A71338CBE3FEB813D11CF6D82E079FF2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D233e1d476becbf33%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da0BhYyp_v3KNyDq09ZdDB32A2vM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D233e1d476becbf33%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870843%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56731CFEEF6796EE7B84653A657129CFAC1796BD.A3E8EE5A71338CBE3FEB813D11CF6D82E079FF2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D233e1d476becbf33%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da0BhYyp_v3KNyDq09ZdDB32A2vM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little Kobe came over for a few days to visit last week &amp;amp; I took this of him. Of course The Porkchop had to get in on the action. I love my little fat Kobe-man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-1358939992789216689?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=233e1d476becbf33&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/1358939992789216689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=1358939992789216689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1358939992789216689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1358939992789216689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/04/kobes-visit.html' title='Kobe&apos;s visit'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-6957630884973755793</id><published>2008-04-01T10:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:17.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's in????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_JDkDLxD5I/AAAAAAAAAk4/kMcqt6PQWBo/s1600-h/journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184280407665872786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="91" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_JDkDLxD5I/AAAAAAAAAk4/kMcqt6PQWBo/s400/journey.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just announced! Sepember 6th -Journey, Cheap Trick &amp;amp; Heart under the stars at Blossom Music Center!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited I could pee myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-6957630884973755793?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/6957630884973755793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=6957630884973755793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/6957630884973755793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/6957630884973755793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/04/whos-in.html' title='Who&apos;s in????'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R_JDkDLxD5I/AAAAAAAAAk4/kMcqt6PQWBo/s72-c/journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-9148425791888658757</id><published>2008-03-17T18:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:18.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The great 2008 ice/snow storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R973TCIk-sI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7aZPu4YhQNY/s1600-h/DSC01345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178848527885073090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R973TCIk-sI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7aZPu4YhQNY/s400/DSC01345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R973TiIk-tI/AAAAAAAAAkY/CbWEoqVfLkE/s1600-h/DSC01347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178848536475007698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R973TiIk-tI/AAAAAAAAAkY/CbWEoqVfLkE/s400/DSC01347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It took me 2 days to get into the driver's side of my Jeep! I could not even push my way out from the inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R973UCIk-uI/AAAAAAAAAkg/GtApySjAOEk/s1600-h/DSC01359.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R973USIk-vI/AAAAAAAAAko/GPNwNlwX0yM/s1600-h/DSC01361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178848549359909618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R973USIk-vI/AAAAAAAAAko/GPNwNlwX0yM/s400/DSC01361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R973UyIk-wI/AAAAAAAAAkw/aR58o49q51M/s1600-h/DSC01360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178848557949844226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R973UyIk-wI/AAAAAAAAAkw/aR58o49q51M/s400/DSC01360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17407265-9148425791888658757?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/9148425791888658757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=9148425791888658757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/9148425791888658757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/9148425791888658757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/03/great-2008-icesnow-storm.html' title='The great 2008 ice/snow storm'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R973TCIk-sI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7aZPu4YhQNY/s72-c/DSC01345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-1633036495065271897</id><published>2008-03-17T18:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:20.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hibachi birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R97wByIk-qI/AAAAAAAAAkA/zqvKz5Pxu68/s1600-h/DSC01348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178840534950935202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R97wByIk-qI/AAAAAAAAAkA/zqvKz5Pxu68/s400/DSC01348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday before "Ice Storm 2008" a group of us from the shelter went to the Hibachi Steakhouse for Nikki &amp;amp; Shelby's 16th birthdays.  We had a great time. Our chef was very funny and the girls had never been to a place like that &amp;amp; they loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are missing a few people in this pic (you'll see why later) And you must know that the man at the next table who took this pic was wearing a "Butt-Weiser" t-shirt with naked lady butts on it. That's classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R97tiSIk-lI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Ep7kUvtjD44/s1600-h/DSC01325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178837794761800274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R97tiSIk-lI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Ep7kUvtjD44/s400/DSC01325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly &amp;amp; my roommate Nate.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R97tiiIk-mI/AAAAAAAAAjg/NBD4ewiuNcg/s1600-h/DSC01326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178837799056767586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R97tiiIk-mI/AAAAAAAAAjg/NBD4ewiuNcg/s400/DSC01326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marta's flaming drink. The center was on fire &amp;amp; it came with two 3' straws that once she got drunk she proceeded to talk with them &amp;amp; fling her drink in our eyes.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R97tiyIk-nI/AAAAAAAAAjo/x3XPO6_8rJQ/s1600-h/DSC01330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178837803351734898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R97tiyIk-nI/AAAAAAAAAjo/x3XPO6_8rJQ/s400/DSC01330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire!  I swear I thought my contacts were going to melt to my eyeballs.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R97tjCIk-oI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ibSY07hl-J0/s1600-h/DSC01333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178837807646702210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R97tjCIk-oI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ibSY07hl-J0/s400/DSC01333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R97tjiIk-pI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Z7KdAJnYHzM/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178837816236636818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R97tjiIk-pI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Z7KdAJnYHzM/s400/DSC01340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R97wCiIk-rI/AAAAAAAAAkI/hHnWx1Jywns/s1600-h/DSC01344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178840547835837106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="302" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R97wCiIk-rI/AAAAAAAAAkI/hHnWx1Jywns/s400/DSC01344.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Birthday girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The aftermath. Notice her husband with the halfhearted "allrighty then, I'll just get this out of her way before she spills it everywhere."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The food was great. I was in a food coma the rest of the night.  I had a pineapple chicken that was fantstic.&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/17407265-1633036495065271897?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/1633036495065271897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=1633036495065271897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1633036495065271897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1633036495065271897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/03/hibachi-birthday.html' title='hibachi birthday'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R97wByIk-qI/AAAAAAAAAkA/zqvKz5Pxu68/s72-c/DSC01348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8969389916531763046</id><published>2008-03-17T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:23:40.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>funniest video EVER (next to Matt Damon &amp; Sarah)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sHzdsFiBbFc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sHzdsFiBbFc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-8969389916531763046?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8969389916531763046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8969389916531763046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8969389916531763046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8969389916531763046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/03/funniest-video-ever-next-to-matt-damon.html' title='funniest video EVER (next to Matt Damon &amp; Sarah)'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-7822161254621690128</id><published>2008-02-26T14:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:21.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how old are we???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8Rk7rVObOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/YIeBqEqF4KI/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171369248534981858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8Rk7rVObOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/YIeBqEqF4KI/s400/DSC01306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a small little game night on Saturday. After a container of rum soaked pineapple (thank you Lori &amp;amp; Dave), and a few attempts at some other games we played Twister. Did you know 3 adults don't really fit on a Twister board?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8Rk77VObPI/AAAAAAAAAi4/FP9yIC-2kg8/s1600-h/DSC01311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171369252829949170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8Rk77VObPI/AAAAAAAAAi4/FP9yIC-2kg8/s400/DSC01311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eileen wanted in on the action. She was the spinner with Lori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8Rk8LVObQI/AAAAAAAAAjA/TUOS9Am4lgA/s1600-h/DSC01316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171369257124916482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8Rk8LVObQI/AAAAAAAAAjA/TUOS9Am4lgA/s400/DSC01316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ray seemed to think this looked like Eileen had her arm back.  A.) It's no where near her body B.) it's not furry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8Rk8rVObRI/AAAAAAAAAjI/umUJF31udqM/s1600-h/DSC01319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171369265714851090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8Rk8rVObRI/AAAAAAAAAjI/umUJF31udqM/s400/DSC01319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Left paw yellow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8Rk9bVObSI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/LUeQOhsRPfY/s1600-h/DSC01322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171369278599752994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8Rk9bVObSI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/LUeQOhsRPfY/s400/DSC01322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The aftermath. I honestly do not know who took this, but I found it on my camera the next morning. I was not drunk, but no clue where this came from or who took it!&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/17407265-7822161254621690128?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/7822161254621690128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=7822161254621690128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7822161254621690128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7822161254621690128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-old-are-we.html' title='how old are we???'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8Rk7rVObOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/YIeBqEqF4KI/s72-c/DSC01306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-1196777653593724657</id><published>2008-02-26T13:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:21.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the porkchop's snowy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8RiIbVObLI/AAAAAAAAAic/EMgHyxrKOHE/s1600-h/DSC01323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171366169043430578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8RiIbVObLI/AAAAAAAAAic/EMgHyxrKOHE/s400/DSC01323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Porkchop is very tiny &amp;amp; gets cold fast, so this was not his favorite morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8RiJ7VObMI/AAAAAAAAAik/upkWgPlVyxo/s1600-h/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171366194813234370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8RiJ7VObMI/AAAAAAAAAik/upkWgPlVyxo/s400/DSC01324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the ski jacket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-1196777653593724657?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/1196777653593724657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=1196777653593724657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1196777653593724657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1196777653593724657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/02/porkchops-snowy-day.html' title='the porkchop&apos;s snowy day'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8RiIbVObLI/AAAAAAAAAic/EMgHyxrKOHE/s72-c/DSC01323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-3827186276048740732</id><published>2008-02-26T08:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:22.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart U2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8QYvbVObKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3vVFEoLk3ZA/s1600-h/u23d"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171285475197873314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8QYvbVObKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3vVFEoLk3ZA/s400/u23d" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night I raced out of work to Valley View (which was no longer 3 feet under water like last time I tried to see a movie there) and saw U23D. Which was soooo cool. Absolutely LOVED it. I was like a child, I could not even sit still in my seat. I have seen U2 several times live and although this was not quite the same, it was still really cool. I loved the shots where you were looking over the audience like you were part of them.  That was one big-ass stadium they filmed in.&lt;br /&gt;I almost pee'd myself for Sunday Bloody Sunday. The first time I saw them, I had driven to 3 Rivers Stadium in Pittsburg and it was my first "stadium concert" experience.  When they played Sunday Bloody Sunday all the floor seat were thrown to the side &amp;amp; the whole floor section was just dancing together. So when they played that last night I got goose bumps from the song &amp;amp; thinking of that moment.&lt;br /&gt;It was a really cool idea to film the concert in 3D &amp;amp; I would totally go see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The Edge is just about the coolest &lt;a href="mailto:fu@$%ng"&gt;fu@$%ng&lt;/a&gt; guy I have ever seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-3827186276048740732?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/3827186276048740732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=3827186276048740732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3827186276048740732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3827186276048740732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-heart-u2.html' title='i heart U2'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R8QYvbVObKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3vVFEoLk3ZA/s72-c/u23d' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-2502217961486668789</id><published>2008-02-17T23:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:22.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a night with Brian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R7mPHrVObJI/AAAAAAAAAiM/YEgusyB-YRU/s1600-h/brianvanderarl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4cff071558f65a0e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4cff071558f65a0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870843%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30046EE0C5D3F2D39DA9A97A8D10018E05388F1D.830E42BD09435E702E74F9A3A3FBAB56DBEA3CE6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4cff071558f65a0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwlHhuzqeGMDIuhXMw8BxtH-NGrk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4cff071558f65a0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870843%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30046EE0C5D3F2D39DA9A97A8D10018E05388F1D.830E42BD09435E702E74F9A3A3FBAB56DBEA3CE6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4cff071558f65a0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwlHhuzqeGMDIuhXMw8BxtH-NGrk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Brian VanderArk. Most of you are like "Who?" He was the lead singer of the Verve Pipe. And for those of you still lost, listen to the video. Last night he was at the Beachland Ballroom in the ghetto -I mean East Cleveland and I went to see him. It was great, there were only 25 people there &amp;amp; it was a really good show. I have more pics but I'll have to post them later Blogger won't let me with this video for some reason.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/17407265-2502217961486668789?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4cff071558f65a0e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/2502217961486668789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=2502217961486668789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2502217961486668789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2502217961486668789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/02/night-with-brian.html' title='a night with Brian'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-7282820575677798245</id><published>2008-02-13T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:57:47.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>now this is funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnVJZkDuVBM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnVJZkDuVBM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-7282820575677798245?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/7282820575677798245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=7282820575677798245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7282820575677798245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7282820575677798245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/02/now-this-is-funny.html' title='now this is funny'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-2079405666576940896</id><published>2008-02-02T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:22.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid 'ol rodent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phil. He saw his shadow. Six more weeks of winter. Rotten rodent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R6RybNqbXYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Ul4bCPlz2yA/s1600-h/groundhog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162376884723080578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R6RybNqbXYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Ul4bCPlz2yA/s400/groundhog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I should'a figured that out when I walked the dog this morning &amp;amp; we both slid on our asses down the sidewalk.&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/17407265-2079405666576940896?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/2079405666576940896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=2079405666576940896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2079405666576940896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2079405666576940896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/02/stupid-ol-rodent.html' title='stupid &apos;ol rodent!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R6RybNqbXYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Ul4bCPlz2yA/s72-c/groundhog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-4851966615009114357</id><published>2008-01-29T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:22.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saltimbanco!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R5_54dqbXUI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2YlLMLBnyO4/s1600-h/saltimbanco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161118446420450626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R5_54dqbXUI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2YlLMLBnyO4/s400/saltimbanco1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to Cirque du Soleil's Saltimbanco. It was like a circus with talent! (&amp;amp; no animal abuse!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people were absolutely amazing. As with all Cirque shows, there are really no words or talking, it's all set to music. There was a little bit of singing this time but I am assuming it was in Italian, as the word Saltimbanco is Italian. I just know it was not German or Spanish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R5_54tqbXVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/sB7eebLRCKI/s1600-h/saltimbanco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161118450715417938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R5_54tqbXVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/sB7eebLRCKI/s400/saltimbanco2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about upper body strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys &amp;amp; the trapeze girls were so fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R5_55NqbXXI/AAAAAAAAAh8/V-BIdKEa6RE/s1600-h/saltimbanco4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161118459305352562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R5_55NqbXXI/AAAAAAAAAh8/V-BIdKEa6RE/s400/saltimbanco4.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R5_549qbXWI/AAAAAAAAAh0/1ki5emv9DOI/s1600-h/saltimbanco3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161118455010385250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R5_549qbXWI/AAAAAAAAAh0/1ki5emv9DOI/s400/saltimbanco3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy with the bike was very good. He was flipping it all over like it was rubber!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-4851966615009114357?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/4851966615009114357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=4851966615009114357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4851966615009114357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4851966615009114357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/01/saltimbanco.html' title='Saltimbanco!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R5_54dqbXUI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2YlLMLBnyO4/s72-c/saltimbanco1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-1019346914298366599</id><published>2008-01-22T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:23.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and now Heath???</title><content type='html'>Seriously folks, what's going on?  You were a hottie, Heath! You coulda come lived with me if things were that bad! I would have been your slave! Or you could have been mine if that's your game. Was it that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R5ayotqbXTI/AAAAAAAAAhc/u3d95lmWTMI/s1600-h/heath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158506835721542962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R5ayotqbXTI/AAAAAAAAAhc/u3d95lmWTMI/s400/heath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17407265-1019346914298366599?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/1019346914298366599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=1019346914298366599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1019346914298366599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1019346914298366599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-now-heath.html' title='and now Heath???'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R5ayotqbXTI/AAAAAAAAAhc/u3d95lmWTMI/s72-c/heath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-5211643211754944427</id><published>2008-01-21T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:23.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye Sam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'll no longer bring Alice the meat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R5SeE4pehHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/do8FXVL08JI/s1600-h/sam_the_butcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157921280009077874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R5SeE4pehHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/do8FXVL08JI/s400/sam_the_butcher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goodbye Sam the Butcher!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am a sucker for the Brady's and it saddened me to hear we had lost a member of the family over the weekend.  He can someday take Alice to the great Meatcutter's Ball in the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-5211643211754944427?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/5211643211754944427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=5211643211754944427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5211643211754944427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5211643211754944427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-sam.html' title='goodbye Sam!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R5SeE4pehHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/do8FXVL08JI/s72-c/sam_the_butcher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-7425498131905696380</id><published>2008-01-11T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:24.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i may be a little weird...</title><content type='html'>But I'll never paint my cats ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R4fhqIpehEI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0qtE-zmpQ_8/s1600-h/cat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154336412541027394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R4fhqIpehEI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0qtE-zmpQ_8/s320/cat3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or her face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R4fhqopehFI/AAAAAAAAAhE/JjJEP4B2yXI/s1600-h/cat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154336421130962002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R4fhqopehFI/AAAAAAAAAhE/JjJEP4B2yXI/s320/cat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or decorate her for a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R4fhqopehGI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ptwhqlQ9CPw/s1600-h/cat5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154336421130962018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R4fhqopehGI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ptwhqlQ9CPw/s320/cat5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Probably.&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/17407265-7425498131905696380?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/7425498131905696380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=7425498131905696380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7425498131905696380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7425498131905696380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-may-be-little-weird.html' title='i may be a little weird...'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R4fhqIpehEI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0qtE-zmpQ_8/s72-c/cat3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-3440264153587517412</id><published>2008-01-11T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:24.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this just made me giggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R4fgTIpehDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tWjG_1qAQSo/s1600-h/cornflakes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154334917892408370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R4fgTIpehDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tWjG_1qAQSo/s400/cornflakes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17407265-3440264153587517412?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/3440264153587517412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=3440264153587517412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3440264153587517412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3440264153587517412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-just-made-me-giggle.html' title='this just made me giggle'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R4fgTIpehDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tWjG_1qAQSo/s72-c/cornflakes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-2068847140553808517</id><published>2008-01-09T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:24.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'm almost dead</title><content type='html'>So I'm pretty sure I've looked death in the eyes. I have never in my life been so sick &amp;amp; awful feeling. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;This is me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R4UXRYpehCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/gDj9311_5VI/s1600-h/pumpkinbarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153550936037032994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R4UXRYpehCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/gDj9311_5VI/s320/pumpkinbarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday night I was invited to my boss's house for a special dinner for people who have worked there for so long. It was really nice, he had cooked a clam bake, london broil, chowder, tons &amp;amp; tons of food. Everything was fabulous. I got home about 10:30, returned phone calls &amp;amp; sat down to watch tv. At exactly midnight, it hit me out of no where like a truck. And it has not let up until today. But now I feel so worn down I cannot do anything without being winded. I had to sit on my steps &amp;amp; rest when I let the dogs out! I have to go into work today or I'll never be able to pay bills, I have lost 3 shifts between both jobs from this not including the sunday night I took off to go to the dinner!&lt;br /&gt;On a good note I am up to 9 lbs thinner now! My dad said I probably have the viral infection that is going around. Apparently the emergency rooms are full of it rigt now, but they cannot do anything for you &amp;amp; it has to run it's course. I've tried to stay hydrated, but I HATE water. I ate a few saltines finally &amp;amp; was able to keep them down. So pray for me tonight as I sling beer at rude people. Perhaps if someone is rude enough I'll just throw up on them!&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/17407265-2068847140553808517?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/2068847140553808517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=2068847140553808517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2068847140553808517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2068847140553808517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-im-almost-dead.html' title='i think i&apos;m almost dead'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R4UXRYpehCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/gDj9311_5VI/s72-c/pumpkinbarf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8517834989829781480</id><published>2008-01-03T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:24.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R3znYopehBI/AAAAAAAAAgk/H7zEEX1_BWA/s1600-h/catnip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151246484219266066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R3znYopehBI/AAAAAAAAAgk/H7zEEX1_BWA/s320/catnip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you get sick from catnip? I was preparing my toaster strudel this morning &amp;amp; I am very particular about the spreading of my cream cheese frosting. In all my haste to spread evenly, I bumped a catnip toy that the dog chewed open and I had just set on the counter. The catnip spilled onto my toaster strudel. It wasn't bad, and I used a steak knife to scrape it off. But I' not gonna lie. It was my last strudel &amp;amp; I ate it anyway. I was really hungry waiting for the toilet-fixer-man to come stop my toilet from running and I had nothing else to eat. So I scraped &amp;amp; ate. I feel sorta weird right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-8517834989829781480?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8517834989829781480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8517834989829781480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8517834989829781480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8517834989829781480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-you-get-sick-from-catnip-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R3znYopehBI/AAAAAAAAAgk/H7zEEX1_BWA/s72-c/catnip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-1479645088764168980</id><published>2007-12-25T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:25.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why I hate christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Because I have to deal with my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148103692389703058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R3G9CEvD3ZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/neE4_CFTCyU/s320/Mommie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The end.&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/17407265-1479645088764168980?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/1479645088764168980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=1479645088764168980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1479645088764168980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1479645088764168980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-i-hate-christmas.html' title='why I hate christmas.'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R3G9CEvD3ZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/neE4_CFTCyU/s72-c/Mommie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-5934588748509945501</id><published>2007-12-18T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:25.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bah humbug!</title><content type='html'>I'm not feeling it this year. I have not even bought presents for people. This is the extent of my tree, and it' in my bedroom. (yes, my walls really are that purple!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hWIkvD3XI/AAAAAAAAAgE/G5frqNLfoPc/s1600-h/DSC01272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145457279570795890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hWIkvD3XI/AAAAAAAAAgE/G5frqNLfoPc/s320/DSC01272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hWI0vD3YI/AAAAAAAAAgM/7kswScyEKus/s1600-h/DSC01271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145457283865763202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hWI0vD3YI/AAAAAAAAAgM/7kswScyEKus/s320/DSC01271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17407265-5934588748509945501?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/5934588748509945501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=5934588748509945501' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5934588748509945501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5934588748509945501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/12/bah-humbug.html' title='bah humbug!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hWIkvD3XI/AAAAAAAAAgE/G5frqNLfoPc/s72-c/DSC01272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-5856535974176817977</id><published>2007-12-18T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:26.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this little piggy won't go to market!</title><content type='html'>Meet Hampton. Hampton came to our shelter via a pitcher of beer &amp;amp; a guy with a heart.  Hampton's owner was going to dump him in  a bar parking lot. A guy stopped him &amp;amp; bought him for a pitcher of beer, tried to findhim a home for a few weeks &amp;amp; when he had no luck, brought him to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hUPEvD3TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/IIUvFOrWJrc/s1600-h/DSC01267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145455192216689970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hUPEvD3TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/IIUvFOrWJrc/s320/DSC01267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Personally I would have called him Labatt, but whatever. I have not really had to much experience with pot bellied pigs, but this was the coolest animal ever. He was like a dog! He gets all excited to see me &amp;amp; wags his tail &amp;amp; snorts. He rolls over, he has the sweetest personality ever. As you can see here, he even got dressed up for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hUPkvD3UI/AAAAAAAAAfs/bokt3fRkNpE/s1600-h/DSC01262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145455200806624578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hUPkvD3UI/AAAAAAAAAfs/bokt3fRkNpE/s320/DSC01262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hampton is supposed to go to a barn in Chagrin Falls that's all heated &amp;amp; nice. Good for Hammy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hUQEvD3VI/AAAAAAAAAf0/LIE-jq44IoU/s1600-h/DSC01251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145455209396559186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hUQEvD3VI/AAAAAAAAAf0/LIE-jq44IoU/s320/DSC01251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hUQUvD3WI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jr1ZgLlTHbs/s1600-h/DSC01269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145455213691526498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hUQUvD3WI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jr1ZgLlTHbs/s320/DSC01269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17407265-5856535974176817977?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/5856535974176817977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=5856535974176817977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5856535974176817977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5856535974176817977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-little-piggy-wont-go-to-market.html' title='this little piggy won&apos;t go to market!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hUPEvD3TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/IIUvFOrWJrc/s72-c/DSC01267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-694683431580616128</id><published>2007-12-18T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:26.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>funny little Eileen</title><content type='html'>Eileen has an obsession with the coputer screen. She insists on sitting on the desk in front of me, sometimes she's so obnoxious about it I cannot even see around her. The other day I installed an aquarium screen saver for her. Here she is staring at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hQqUvD3QI/AAAAAAAAAfM/pWOjfrn_tiM/s1600-h/DSC01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145451262321614082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hQqUvD3QI/AAAAAAAAAfM/pWOjfrn_tiM/s320/DSC01244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now trying to figure out where the fish went when it went off the side of the screen. She's pretty smart, she keeps trying to look behind it for the fish that swim out of her view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hQq0vD3RI/AAAAAAAAAfU/1x-TgGYLGgI/s1600-h/DSC01243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145451270911548690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hQq0vD3RI/AAAAAAAAAfU/1x-TgGYLGgI/s320/DSC01243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An I thought her silouette was kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hQrEvD3SI/AAAAAAAAAfc/b0vYAsyivf4/s1600-h/DSC01246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145451275206516002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hQrEvD3SI/AAAAAAAAAfc/b0vYAsyivf4/s320/DSC01246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17407265-694683431580616128?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/694683431580616128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=694683431580616128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/694683431580616128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/694683431580616128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/12/funny-little-eileen.html' title='funny little Eileen'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R2hQqUvD3QI/AAAAAAAAAfM/pWOjfrn_tiM/s72-c/DSC01244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-9176141915896331138</id><published>2007-12-10T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:27.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>holy freakin' birds!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R11D5MQw_zI/AAAAAAAAAe0/9aa7EcsqmtI/s1600-h/DSC01257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142340999350124338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R11D5MQw_zI/AAAAAAAAAe0/9aa7EcsqmtI/s320/DSC01257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday I was leaving the animal shelter &amp;amp; going to my other job &amp;amp; I took the back roads &amp;amp; went under the Detroit-Superior bridge. As I drove along the water I looked to my right &amp;amp; almost drove off the road when I saw this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R11D7cQw_0I/AAAAAAAAAe8/k9VxvJoOnYM/s1600-h/DSC01260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142341038004830018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R11D7cQw_0I/AAAAAAAAAe8/k9VxvJoOnYM/s320/DSC01260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pics do not even do it justice, it was a mass of moving white. These birds were following this ship through the channel back out to Lake Erie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R11D9MQw_1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/G9eFPpMZfU8/s1600-h/DSC01258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142341068069601106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R11D9MQw_1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/G9eFPpMZfU8/s320/DSC01258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's it. I just thought it was cool. Birds. Lots of birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-9176141915896331138?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/9176141915896331138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=9176141915896331138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/9176141915896331138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/9176141915896331138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/12/holy-freakin-birds.html' title='holy freakin&apos; birds!!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/R11D5MQw_zI/AAAAAAAAAe0/9aa7EcsqmtI/s72-c/DSC01257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-1634028188042014342</id><published>2007-11-17T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:29.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hop-a-long cassidy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rz-5aXaDFHI/AAAAAAAAAek/vdHkfhoGsxw/s1600-h/DSC01248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134025962836661362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rz-5aXaDFHI/AAAAAAAAAek/vdHkfhoGsxw/s320/DSC01248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rz-5a3aDFII/AAAAAAAAAes/0C2UyKBy2y0/s1600-h/DSC01243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134025971426595970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rz-5a3aDFII/AAAAAAAAAes/0C2UyKBy2y0/s320/DSC01243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rz-2nnaDFEI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NuGRXKbIct8/s1600-h/DSC01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134022891935044674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rz-2nnaDFEI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NuGRXKbIct8/s320/DSC01244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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;This is the newest addition to my household. I am open to suggestions for names! It's a 3 1/2 month old girl, she meows a LOT, almost over affectionate, and seems to be missing a leg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of Cassidy, as in Hop-a-long Cassidy. She's missing a front leg &amp;amp; hops everywhere. I even have toyed with Ane or Esel (Annie or E-sell) which are French &amp;amp; German for Donkey. She headbutts all the time for attention &amp;amp; I have also secrectly always wanted a donkey. Right now I am about to name her Pain-in-the-ass because she will not stop left clicking the mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rz-2oHaDFGI/AAAAAAAAAec/SSQFkOsFaKQ/s1600-h/DSC01260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134022900524979298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rz-2oHaDFGI/AAAAAAAAAec/SSQFkOsFaKQ/s320/DSC01260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not Kobe &amp;amp; The Porkchop have been fantastic. She's only been here about 4 hours &amp;amp; they are already acting like they have lived together for years. The PC was a litte overzealous at first &amp;amp; scared her. But now PC is sleeping on my bed, Kobe is curled up at my feet &amp;amp; whatever-her-name-is is walking all over the keyboard.  She's really funny when approached by a dog &amp;amp; she gets defensive. She sits up on her hind legs &amp;amp; raises her one paw in the air &amp;amp; waves it around like a lunatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have a built in babysitter/amusement park with the bunnies. She's enthralled with them. She just sits &amp;amp; stares.  She's probably plotting their demise, but for the time being she's facinated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So help! I need name suggestions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-1634028188042014342?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/1634028188042014342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=1634028188042014342' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1634028188042014342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1634028188042014342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/11/hop-long-cassidy.html' title='hop-a-long cassidy'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rz-5aXaDFHI/AAAAAAAAAek/vdHkfhoGsxw/s72-c/DSC01248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8546611828087953694</id><published>2007-11-08T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:22:22.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kobe's new boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6286d38a51684395" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6286d38a51684395%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870843%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57BCFD06BDD459F7681A92A0D3C919E4CAA883E6.21D1734359F7D4C2E2C3FB9E0D0CDF22E61C10AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6286d38a51684395%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpj3nDbZWU_O7bwzI1TX2Hk9AtpI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6286d38a51684395%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870843%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57BCFD06BDD459F7681A92A0D3C919E4CAA883E6.21D1734359F7D4C2E2C3FB9E0D0CDF22E61C10AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6286d38a51684395%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpj3nDbZWU_O7bwzI1TX2Hk9AtpI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have always had a really hard time the dogs &amp;amp; cold/wet weather. I have joked in the past that if they only had boots they might not care that it's wet outside. Well today someone gave me the most god-awful gold lame' boots. I thought I'd at least get a good laugh out of it &amp;amp; I did.  It's not nearly as funny as when I first put them on, but I was laughing so hard then I almost pee'd myslef &amp;amp; could not work the camera. Kobe looks likes a gay disco dog in them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-8546611828087953694?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6286d38a51684395&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8546611828087953694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8546611828087953694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8546611828087953694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8546611828087953694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/11/kobes-new-boots.html' title='Kobe&apos;s new boots'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-2582008114396319994</id><published>2007-11-06T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:29.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cows are funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE4o4IfEDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/VpvYyVfkaAQ/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129943725465604146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE4o4IfEDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/VpvYyVfkaAQ/s320/DSC01221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a place we pass on the way to Hartville that feeds their cows right next to the road.  Every time we pass it was always say we wish we had a camera.  Well this time I did!&lt;br /&gt;Gramma started yelling "cows! Cow butts!" So I pulled over,  jumped out &amp;amp; ran back to get a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE4pYIfEEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ide3BMmee7A/s1600-h/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129943734055538754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE4pYIfEEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ide3BMmee7A/s320/DSC01222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time gramma was yelling at me to not get hit by a car...at least this time I was on a road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will always think I'm 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE4rYIfEFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1q-gtMyXBAQ/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129943768415277138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE4rYIfEFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1q-gtMyXBAQ/s320/DSC01223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cow got out of line &amp;amp; turned &amp;amp; watched me as if to say "what are you looking at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I just thought it was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-2582008114396319994?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/2582008114396319994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=2582008114396319994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2582008114396319994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2582008114396319994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/11/cows-are-funny.html' title='cows are funny'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE4o4IfEDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/VpvYyVfkaAQ/s72-c/DSC01221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8960644350048127939</id><published>2007-11-06T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:31.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day with gramma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE0v4IfD-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/DABQZSa2UCI/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129939447678177250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE0v4IfD-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/DABQZSa2UCI/s320/DSC01217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I took the day off to hang with gramma. She only lives about 40 miles away, but I work about 60+ hours a week so I don't get to just hang with her very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramma is 76 going on 15.  Bless her heart she loves to go place &amp;amp; do stuff. It's good for her though, it keeps her young. She is gone 7 days a week with her seniors group &amp;amp; her red hat ladies.  We made a date a week in advance &amp;amp; I took the day off of work.  Gramma picked the Hartville Kitchen in amish country for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is so large, you see how far back I was &amp;amp; still could not get the whole place in the picture. It's enormous.  There is a giant gift shop &amp;amp; a bakery in it also. You can stop into the bakery &amp;amp; say "I want a banana cream pie"  and after luch go get one. Fresh! You gotta love the amish!  Tha's my car in the bottom left of the pic, if you look really close you can see gramma in there. She kept yelling at me not to get run over. I was on the lawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE00IIfD_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/ysC5GRCXMig/s1600-h/DSC01211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129939520692621298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE00IIfD_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/ysC5GRCXMig/s320/DSC01211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the one side of the lobby. Upstairs there is an art gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all decked out for Christmas &amp;amp; was so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE00oIfEAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/pVOnRwJAu3o/s1600-h/DSC01216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129939529282555906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE00oIfEAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/pVOnRwJAu3o/s320/DSC01216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lobby looking the other way. It's just a gorgeous place.  And the food is fabulous. (of course, it's amish ladies cooking it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE01YIfECI/AAAAAAAAAds/WWFMUBmtlpw/s1600-h/DSC01215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129939542167457826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE01YIfECI/AAAAAAAAAds/WWFMUBmtlpw/s320/DSC01215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's gramma! She was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE01IIfEBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/gA8nDWNCXvM/s1600-h/DSC01212.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE01IIfEBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/gA8nDWNCXvM/s1600-h/DSC01212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129939537872490514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE01IIfEBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/gA8nDWNCXvM/s320/DSC01212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another part of the lobby where you wait in line to get seated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a nice day. It was 70 degrees out &amp;amp; sunny, the leaves were all changing so it was gorgeous out, and lunch was awesome.  I really need to schedule more of these days with gramma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-8960644350048127939?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8960644350048127939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8960644350048127939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8960644350048127939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8960644350048127939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-with-gramma.html' title='day with gramma'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzE0v4IfD-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/DABQZSa2UCI/s72-c/DSC01217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-4297340435804726060</id><published>2007-11-06T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:31.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no turning back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzEyv4IfD9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/h_nV0eS4JzY/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129937248654921682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzEyv4IfD9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/h_nV0eS4JzY/s320/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it's that time. It's 40 degrees out tonight &amp;amp; I have already been using the electric matress pad for a week now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time......&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;to turn on the HEAT!!!! There's no turning back &amp;amp; this also means I have lost the dogs for the winter. Kobe is in his spot. Here he will stay until March. He will smash his fat up against the heating vents until his side-fat looks like a waffle. I think they seriously think they can fit into the vents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned it on tonight &amp;amp; within seconds here he was!  Happy cold weather everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-4297340435804726060?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/4297340435804726060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=4297340435804726060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4297340435804726060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4297340435804726060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-turning-back.html' title='no turning back!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RzEyv4IfD9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/h_nV0eS4JzY/s72-c/DSC01227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-2808931698994759242</id><published>2007-10-31T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:32.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rykn4-ej6iI/AAAAAAAAAcc/nIvqyudmT5Q/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127673510535359010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rykn4-ej6iI/AAAAAAAAAcc/nIvqyudmT5Q/s320/DSC01208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick or treat was tonight &amp;amp; The Porkchop &amp;amp; Kobe were ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rykn6uej6jI/AAAAAAAAAck/_BQljD6wmvo/s1600-h/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127673540600130098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rykn6uej6jI/AAAAAAAAAck/_BQljD6wmvo/s320/DSC01207.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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rykn7Oej6kI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SHnP1SBfC2A/s1600-h/DSC01219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127673549190064706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rykn7Oej6kI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SHnP1SBfC2A/s320/DSC01219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rykn8-ej6lI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2x_DOVRT6sY/s1600-h/DSC01214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127673579254835794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rykn8-ej6lI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2x_DOVRT6sY/s320/DSC01214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rykn9uej6mI/AAAAAAAAAc8/fA-mca0-L_Q/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127673592139737698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rykn9uej6mI/AAAAAAAAAc8/fA-mca0-L_Q/s320/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (nice that my candy is in a Dos Equis bucket!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the night The Porkchop layed on the cement slab next to the front steps &amp;amp; "guarded" the candy. He was very well behaved. Kobe was a little barky &amp;amp; finally got banished to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never a real party 'til the police show up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-2808931698994759242?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/2808931698994759242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=2808931698994759242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2808931698994759242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2808931698994759242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or treat!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rykn4-ej6iI/AAAAAAAAAcc/nIvqyudmT5Q/s72-c/DSC01208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8661920026784840177</id><published>2007-10-26T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:32.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my new favorite show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RyIVMeej6gI/AAAAAAAAAcM/hO0bsNu-obc/s1600-h/pushingdasies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125682629984905730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RyIVMeej6gI/AAAAAAAAAcM/hO0bsNu-obc/s320/pushingdasies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every season I swear I will not get involved in any new shows. Well I was a little intrigued by the ads for Pushing Dasies so I thought I'd give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;There is a narrator for the show who's voice I love. He sounds like the Walgreens commercials.  The show is extremely quirky and has one of the most annoying actors ever that I still like anyway. -that really does not make a lot of sense if you know me, as I have no patience for the annying or stupid.  Kristin Chenoweth. Could anyone have a more annoying voice? She's like a muppet in a human body! But I secretly love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RyIVMuej6hI/AAAAAAAAAcU/SyUzmK-80sM/s1600-h/Pushingdaisiesfan-PushingDaisiesClip778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125682634279873042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RyIVMuej6hI/AAAAAAAAAcU/SyUzmK-80sM/s320/Pushingdaisiesfan-PushingDaisiesClip778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how do you now love the business the story is based out of? The Pie Hole? LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also secretly love the awful show The Big Bang Theory. But only because I have a weak spot for nerdy smart boys. I find them adorable. But the show is not too good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-8661920026784840177?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8661920026784840177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8661920026784840177' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8661920026784840177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8661920026784840177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-new-favorite-show.html' title='my new favorite show'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RyIVMeej6gI/AAAAAAAAAcM/hO0bsNu-obc/s72-c/pushingdasies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8307529695178344584</id><published>2007-10-26T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:33.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bunny update</title><content type='html'>Not too exciting I know, but remember those tiny baby bunnies I fostered back in June?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RyIFh-ej6cI/AAAAAAAAAbs/8ilZ6rV6w_4/s1600-h/babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125665407166048706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RyIFh-ej6cI/AAAAAAAAAbs/8ilZ6rV6w_4/s320/babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well now the 2 I kept are so large they needed a second cage! And there is no where to put a double long cage in my house now that it's getting too cold for the enclosed porch! They are perched on my window seat in the diningroom, but it look hideous (and there are rabbits in my dining room...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RyIFiOej6dI/AAAAAAAAAb0/r4oGkUoXheE/s1600-h/DSC01214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125665411461016018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RyIFiOej6dI/AAAAAAAAAb0/r4oGkUoXheE/s320/DSC01214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to buy the identical cage &amp;amp; take them apart &amp;amp; set them next to each other. I could not separate them, as once rabbits are bonded they need to stay together or they will no longer accept each other. it's VERY hard to bond rabbits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RyIFiuej6eI/AAAAAAAAAb8/3X_xD1S7eVI/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125665420050950626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RyIFiuej6eI/AAAAAAAAAb8/3X_xD1S7eVI/s320/DSC01217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Penelope is no longer little! They are 5 months old &amp;amp; already as big as their parents! I have no idea at what age they stop growing but they better stop! They are spoiled rotten &amp;amp; eating me out of house &amp;amp; home! If they don't get what they want they stomp their feet &amp;amp; throw tantrums! What have I created!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RyIFkuej6fI/AAAAAAAAAcE/2uV2o3JNAuE/s1600-h/DSC01216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125665454410689010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RyIFkuej6fI/AAAAAAAAAcE/2uV2o3JNAuE/s320/DSC01216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lso really love exclaimation points today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-8307529695178344584?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8307529695178344584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8307529695178344584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8307529695178344584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8307529695178344584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/10/bunny-update.html' title='bunny update'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RyIFh-ej6cI/AAAAAAAAAbs/8ilZ6rV6w_4/s72-c/babies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-5053383970413808225</id><published>2007-10-15T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:34.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final: Indians 4, Red Sox 2</title><content type='html'>It's time for a certain boy on Alabama to hide his sweeper! Your Sox are going DOWN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RxQncNyfH1I/AAAAAAAAAbU/3mSLV_wCEG0/s1600-h/jacobsfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121762041918332754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RxQncNyfH1I/AAAAAAAAAbU/3mSLV_wCEG0/s320/jacobsfield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17407265-5053383970413808225?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/5053383970413808225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=5053383970413808225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5053383970413808225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5053383970413808225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/10/final-indians-4-red-sox-2.html' title='Final: Indians 4, Red Sox 2'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RxQncNyfH1I/AAAAAAAAAbU/3mSLV_wCEG0/s72-c/jacobsfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-7126643914249042095</id><published>2007-09-14T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:34.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ready for post season!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rur1FJ0NuXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/jK5NkYSE5BM/s1600-h/porkchopjersey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110166196088322418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rur1FJ0NuXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/jK5NkYSE5BM/s320/porkchopjersey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my boys, are they the cutest of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rur1FZ0NuYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/7chIT5DPzvk/s1600-h/porkchopjersey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110166200383289730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rur1FZ0NuYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/7chIT5DPzvk/s320/porkchopjersey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rur1FZ0NuZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/x-oS9N-rhvg/s1600-h/kobejersey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110166200383289746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rur1FZ0NuZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/x-oS9N-rhvg/s320/kobejersey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant Eagle had a sale on Indians jerseys for dogs. And they sold them at the grocery store why???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-7126643914249042095?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/7126643914249042095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=7126643914249042095' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7126643914249042095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7126643914249042095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/09/ready-for-post-season.html' title='ready for post season!!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rur1FJ0NuXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/jK5NkYSE5BM/s72-c/porkchopjersey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-3356463123018161570</id><published>2007-09-08T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:35.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kobe's ready for Halloween!</title><content type='html'>He's so excited he could pee about his new costume!&lt;br /&gt;He's rather portly, so when he runs around the bun bounces from side to side, it's quite hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RuM0iqtbgxI/AAAAAAAAAas/g2A_eVlSERM/s1600-h/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107984172553306898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RuM0iqtbgxI/AAAAAAAAAas/g2A_eVlSERM/s320/DSC01204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RuM0i6tbgyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/6U4_uywziCg/s1600-h/DSC01205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107984176848274210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RuM0i6tbgyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/6U4_uywziCg/s320/DSC01205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17407265-3356463123018161570?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/3356463123018161570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=3356463123018161570' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3356463123018161570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3356463123018161570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/09/kobes-ready-for-halloween.html' title='Kobe&apos;s ready for Halloween!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RuM0iqtbgxI/AAAAAAAAAas/g2A_eVlSERM/s72-c/DSC01204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-5811184947938680598</id><published>2007-09-03T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:36.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 4 &amp; 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my birthday &amp; I was banished from the house for a few hours with no notice. What's a girl to do? Shopping!!! I went to Caribou for my free birthday iced coffee, then off to "browse" through Half Price Books. Someone should just put a shock collar on me when I go near that store. I have 56 books waiting to be read in my room. Yes, I counted them -56. So I bought more!!! It was 20% off weekend! Not only are they cheap, but they are cheaper! How can I resist???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtyVd6tbgpI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9Y7R1DKzVD8/s1600-h/DSC01202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106120418739847826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtyVd6tbgpI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9Y7R1DKzVD8/s400/DSC01202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmm...iced coffee... &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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice assortment of non-fiction, fiction &amp; smut!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtyXN6tbgvI/AAAAAAAAAac/rCOZqjlEhCw/s1600-h/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106122342885196530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtyXN6tbgvI/AAAAAAAAAac/rCOZqjlEhCw/s320/DSC01203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I came home I was greeted with a homemade birthday cake -the first birthday cake I've had in about 10 years! It was pink -to match my birthday gift &amp; it said happy 29th! Next to it was my gift, a pink XM Inno radio! It's pink!!! I love it! It almost works as an ipod, as not only is it a portable XM radio, but you can record &amp;amp; load your own music on it &amp; play it! It transmits to any pc or radio around or can go with me if I go workout or for a walk! I can't stay away from the 80's station -it's AWESOME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had a steak dinner at home &amp;amp; then off to the Lion King!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtyX_KtbgwI/AAAAAAAAAak/9MnrBE-7tz0/s1600-h/pinkinno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106123188993753858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtyX_KtbgwI/AAAAAAAAAak/9MnrBE-7tz0/s320/pinkinno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtyVeqtbgrI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3KwXxcCZtn0/s1600-h/lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtyVeqtbgsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/o4Dmjo3Ylh0/s1600-h/lionking1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106120431624749762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtyVeqtbgsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/o4Dmjo3Ylh0/s400/lionking1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lion King was amazing. I have seen it before in Toronto, and was still every bit as amazed as then. If you can ever get to a Disney production -DO IT! You will not be sorry. It was so impressive &amp; the actors were fantastic! The little Simba &amp;amp; Nala were 10! And they sang their little hearts out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animal costumes were facinating. At several points everywhere you looked there were animals around you, above you, in front of you! I cannot describe how cool it was. We walked out &amp; J said it was the best show he's ever seen. And I have to admit, I did it last time &amp;amp; I did it again -I got all teary over the Circle Of Life song. It was just so overwhelming &amp; awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtyVoqtbgtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/_JzwcsV_fRQ/s1600-h/lionking2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106120603423441618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtyVoqtbgtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/_JzwcsV_fRQ/s400/lionking2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtyVoqtbguI/AAAAAAAAAaU/BZV_WraJ2aM/s1600-h/lionking3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106120603423441634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtyVoqtbguI/AAAAAAAAAaU/BZV_WraJ2aM/s400/lionking3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday (today) we got up early &amp; went to Sandusky &amp;amp; cooked out with some friends. We took the dogs, they are now snoring in bed &amp;amp; it's only 7:30. I feel like I should be doing something with my last night of freedom, but I'm pooped! I think I may have a book or two to read....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-5811184947938680598?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/5811184947938680598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=5811184947938680598' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5811184947938680598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5811184947938680598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-4-5.html' title='day 4 &amp; 5'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtyVd6tbgpI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9Y7R1DKzVD8/s72-c/DSC01202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8732088898491637853</id><published>2007-09-02T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:38.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3</title><content type='html'>We went to the dog park for a few hours today. As usual Kobe was the wallflower, either sniffing or licking the fence &amp; scurrying away when anyone came near him, or sitting in my arms on the park bench. The Porkchop is the social director. He must greet everyone at the front gate &amp; then gets a big train of dogs following him around the park. He was having a lot of fun with a baby St. Bernard this time. And after a while Kobe became a little smitten with a tiny Yorkshire terrier! He has never shown interest in another dog at the park, so she must have been special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrM5atbghI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rsD1s-35i6Y/s1600-h/DSC01202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105618414372356626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrM5atbghI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rsD1s-35i6Y/s400/DSC01202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fence lickin' Kobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrM56tbgiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/vbUPshQU5f0/s1600-h/DSC01205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105618422962291234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrM56tbgiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/vbUPshQU5f0/s400/DSC01205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Porkchop the greeting machine. This is his new buddy Ethel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrM6KtbgjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Be0mDFYQWlc/s1600-h/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105618427257258546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrM6KtbgjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Be0mDFYQWlc/s400/DSC01207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Porkchop driving us home...&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In  the evening we went to the Patriot Bowl at Brown's stadium. We sat in the dawg pound &amp; had awesome seats. Personally I could care less about football, but I wanted to go since it was not 20 below &amp;amp; the seats were good.  It was Army vs. Akron &amp; it was probably a really big deal for Akron.  (and I think they won -we left halfway through the last quarter)  The Akron band did halftime &amp; they were not that impressive. I've seen better out of high school bands. But it was cool to go to the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrM6atbgkI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9-3WDgH-x84/s1600-h/DSC01209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105618431552225858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrM6atbgkI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9-3WDgH-x84/s400/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrM6atbglI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0FkRWsNlSN4/s1600-h/DSC01211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105618431552225874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrM6atbglI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0FkRWsNlSN4/s400/DSC01211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrNqKtbgmI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TxVjLtxRMEY/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105619251890979426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrNqKtbgmI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TxVjLtxRMEY/s400/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrNqatbgnI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RiTYnLX0zmQ/s1600-h/DSC01226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105619256185946738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrNqatbgnI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RiTYnLX0zmQ/s400/DSC01226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrNqqtbgoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gV56ICjZOgM/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105619260480914050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrNqqtbgoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gV56ICjZOgM/s400/DSC01224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was about it, it was a pretty uneventful day otherwise. I washed the car &amp; my 3 little neighbor kids came over &amp;amp; wanted to see the bunnies so they ended up washing it for me. That was quite funny. They are all under the age of 8. They were more wet than the Jeep was.  I had one washing, one rinsing &amp; one scrubbing the tires!  The oldest girl was rinsing &amp; she shot her brother with the hose and started giggling uncontrolably &amp;amp; yelled "this is the best day EVER!"  They were so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today (sun)is my actual birthday.  So we'll see if mommy dearest bothers to remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-8732088898491637853?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8732088898491637853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8732088898491637853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8732088898491637853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8732088898491637853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-3.html' title='day 3'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtrM5atbghI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rsD1s-35i6Y/s72-c/DSC01202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8492630210252793688</id><published>2007-09-01T12:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:39.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2</title><content type='html'>I got up early today &amp; went to get a hair cut. While I was waiting to be called, I was patiently reading my new book when I saw a young girl jog in with her ipod on &amp;amp; a little work-out outfit on. She was rather animated about having to wait for her turn. The older woman next to me whispers to me quite loudly "Hey! Aren't her shorty shorts on inside out?" I explained that yes, they are but it's the style. She looks at me like I was crazy &amp; says "What?! Who ever heard of that?" After engaging in conversation with her I find out her name is Mary, she's 83 &amp;amp; lives 2 houses away from her sister who is her best friend. She had to take a bus to get there &amp; is very concerned about falling &amp;amp; not getting up. She wanted to know if I knew where she could get "one of those 'Help I've fallen &amp; can't get up' buttons" because at her age she deserves it. She was adorable. She was very well read &amp;amp; we discussed authors &amp; the book I was reading and fashions on "these kids nowadays". She really kind of made my day. I had told her I was going to have a massage after my haircut &amp;amp; onmy  way out she walked over to me &amp; told me my hair was really pretty &amp;amp; she hoped I enjoyed my massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left Mary to get her hair cut, I went to Westlake to the Ichiban Salon &amp; got a 90 minute hot stone massage. It was a gift from either Valentines Day or Christmas I never cashed in on. Boy was it worth it. It was awesome! Except when she touched my face. I could no longer relax because all I could think of was if I was going to get a zit from her touching my face. But other than that it was really nice &amp;amp; relaxing. It was the first time in a long time I can remember being that relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you were wondering, they keep the lava rocks hot by keeping them in an electric turkey roaster full of water! I thought that was a little funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the Icons of American Photography exhibit at the Cleveland Museum of Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtmgSKtbgfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/2FDzN2rSRk8/s1600-h/edwardweston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105287886574158322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtmgSKtbgfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/2FDzN2rSRk8/s400/edwardweston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot smaller than I thought, I was not as impressed as I thought I would be. I did get to see an Edward Weston, (Dunes) and an Ansel Adams I was not familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtmgSKtbggI/AAAAAAAAAYk/alurZon3anM/s1600-h/Moonrise_over_Hernandez_NM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105287886574158338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtmgSKtbggI/AAAAAAAAAYk/alurZon3anM/s400/Moonrise_over_Hernandez_NM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crosses in this pic just glowed, it was a beautiful picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rtmb26tbgaI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5pUmX_RFzSw/s1600-h/whiskeyisland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105283020376211874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rtmb26tbgaI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5pUmX_RFzSw/s400/whiskeyisland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way back we stopped off at Whiskey Island to see was it was all about. It's kinda crappy.&lt;br /&gt;This is the old Coast Guard station that we do not use anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach was rocks, driftwood, garbage &amp; glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rtmb3atbgbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/61H8Ay5jv8M/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105283028966146482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rtmb3atbgbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/61H8Ay5jv8M/s400/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the marina on one side, it was kept up &amp; nice, but small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rtmb3qtbgcI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6LEhJtalZu4/s1600-h/DSC01276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105283033261113794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rtmb3qtbgcI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6LEhJtalZu4/s400/DSC01276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nasty beach looking toward the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rtmb4qtbgdI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Dasav1bqvDo/s1600-h/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105283050440982994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rtmb4qtbgdI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Dasav1bqvDo/s400/DSC01277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmm...what's a nice beach without a hypodermic needle. And we saw many. probably the most common piece of trash we saw was tampon applicators?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a load of sea glass though! And some really cool pieces of odd textures &amp; colors. I could have picked up glass for hours &amp;amp; not run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rtmb46tbgeI/AAAAAAAAAYU/h9syItkMZDw/s1600-h/DSC01274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105283054735950306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rtmb46tbgeI/AAAAAAAAAYU/h9syItkMZDw/s400/DSC01274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time we were there there was f14's and such flying over, they were all rolling in for the airshow today. In fact right now my windows are rattling from them buzzing my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the day off at Hibachi Steak House where some funny man I didn't understand set the table on fire &amp; tried to throw shrimp at me even when I kept yelling "Stop! I hate shrimp!" It was quite an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home, had some ice cream for dessert &amp;amp; crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a day off is tiring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-8492630210252793688?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8492630210252793688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8492630210252793688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8492630210252793688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8492630210252793688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-2.html' title='day 2'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtmgSKtbgfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/2FDzN2rSRk8/s72-c/edwardweston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-5037647150460310136</id><published>2007-08-31T08:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:40.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday extravagannnnnzzzzaaa!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was supposedto be my first day off of my 5 day weekend. My birthday is Sunday &amp; since I work 7 days a week, I have a ton of crap planned to load into these 5 days. Yesterday I started off my first day off my being called into work. Now on a Thursday I normally work 12-3 at the animal shelter, no biggie. I worked 10 -5:30. Oh well, it's money. So I came home, changed clothes, hopped on the rapid transit with the rest of the stinky &amp;amp; cigarette bumming weirdos &amp; went to the Tribe game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtgM_6tbgZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/BknIo5ScZgA/s1600-h/indians01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104844469855551890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtgM_6tbgZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/BknIo5ScZgA/s400/indians01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great game. We bought scalped tickets for the upper deck at half off, and sat down closer to the field in a big empty section! I got my hotdog for dinner, but resisted the funnel cake which was mistake because that's all I want now. We ended up tied with the Mariners in the last inning, which sucked, but in the end it was Kenny Lofton coming up to bat, bases loaded, full count, last out &amp; they WALKED HIM in to win the game! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am off the het a hair cut &amp;amp; a massage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-5037647150460310136?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/5037647150460310136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=5037647150460310136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5037647150460310136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5037647150460310136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/08/birthday-extravagannnnnzzzzaaa.html' title='birthday extravagannnnnzzzzaaa!!!!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtgM_6tbgZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/BknIo5ScZgA/s72-c/indians01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8071394182491028014</id><published>2007-08-29T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:40.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dear God, it's me Amber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtWRqqtbgYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/4cw2_hZgpLc/s1600-h/crybaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104145914899693954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtWRqqtbgYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/4cw2_hZgpLc/s400/crybaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear God, it's me Amber. I hope you don't want me to get nominated. I hope you want me to win the money. I love you. God bless you. Please let me win -WAHHHH WAHHHH WAHHHH WAHHHH WAHHHHH WAHHHHH WAHHHHH WAHHHH WAHHHH."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sniff sniff-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm sorry God! I just want to win so bad! I need this so bad! I miss everyone so bad! I love you! God bless you!  -WAHHHH WAHHHH WAHHHH"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could seriously poke my own eyes out over this chick. Seriously. stop crying. At this point I  am rooting for Evil Dick to torture the crap out of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did anyone else see the part of the last episode with the conversation between her &amp; her other holy roller friend Jameka? Where Jameka told Amber she should be a model &amp;amp; then they showed a clip of Amber's fat and her face with pretzels sticking out of her mouth? That was AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God I love mindless reality shows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-8071394182491028014?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8071394182491028014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8071394182491028014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8071394182491028014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8071394182491028014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-god-its-me-amber.html' title='dear God, it&apos;s me Amber'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RtWRqqtbgYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/4cw2_hZgpLc/s72-c/crybaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-3163211378754975817</id><published>2007-08-08T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:08:25.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sweating like a whore in church</title><content type='html'>Ohio sucks. It is hotter inside than it is outside, even after midnight. Anyone with central air want a roomie? I'll put out if I have to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-3163211378754975817?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/3163211378754975817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=3163211378754975817' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3163211378754975817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3163211378754975817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweating-like-whore-in-church.html' title='sweating like a whore in church'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8407663210223740554</id><published>2007-07-27T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:40.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqqwytJR2bI/AAAAAAAAAXc/nKT8YEaPlGM/s1600-h/lofton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092076713854228914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqqwytJR2bI/AAAAAAAAAXc/nKT8YEaPlGM/s400/lofton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outfielder Kenny Lofton is back where he always felt he belonged.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Indians acquired Lofton from the Texas Rangers today for minor league catcher Max Ramirez.&lt;br /&gt;Voted a top 100 players in Indians' history, Lofton played for Cleveland from 1992-1996 and 1998-2001. He is the franchise's all-time leader with 450 steals and ranks third with 951 runs.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They signed Kenny this morning &amp; by 7:05 he was on the field getting a standing ovation! I was working tonight &amp;amp; even the bar erupted into an ovation. That was cool.  Somehow I don't think Thome would get an ovation if he came back....NOT!&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/17407265-8407663210223740554?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8407663210223740554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8407663210223740554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8407663210223740554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8407663210223740554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/07/kennys-back.html' title='Kenny&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqqwytJR2bI/AAAAAAAAAXc/nKT8YEaPlGM/s72-c/lofton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-883856677987107654</id><published>2007-07-27T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:40.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bawk bawk!  What can I get for $25?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rqqv9tJR2aI/AAAAAAAAAXU/OG-BGto5GMo/s1600-h/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092075803321162146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rqqv9tJR2aI/AAAAAAAAAXU/OG-BGto5GMo/s400/chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://blog.cleveland.com/pdworld/2007/07/chickensuited_sex_solicitor_hi.html"&gt;Chicken-suited sex solicitor hits the streets in Painesville&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Chapdelaine is interviewed by television reporters while wearing a chicken suit today as punishment for soliciting sex from an undercover police officer. Chapdelaine, who pleaded guilty, had his 30 day jail sentence suspended if he wore the chicken suit for one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in Ohio. I have to admit, we have some pretty creative judges around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-883856677987107654?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/883856677987107654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=883856677987107654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/883856677987107654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/883856677987107654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/07/bawk-bawk-what-can-i-get-for-25.html' title='bawk bawk!  What can I get for $25?'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rqqv9tJR2aI/AAAAAAAAAXU/OG-BGto5GMo/s72-c/chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-1557636278428465858</id><published>2007-07-27T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:42.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh, Dr. Will.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqoqCNJR2ZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bfwjOwYuMm4/s1600-h/drwill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091928546072451474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqoqCNJR2ZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bfwjOwYuMm4/s400/drwill2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never watch Dr. 90210 on E!, but I may have to start. Will Kirby from Big Brother on CBS is now joining the cast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at that devilish charm!&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/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqopytJR2YI/AAAAAAAAAXE/eVJI8h66j_4/s1600-h/drwill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091928279784479106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqopytJR2YI/AAAAAAAAAXE/eVJI8h66j_4/s400/drwill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Will, you are never hacking me up or injecting Botox into me, but you can certainly be my cabana boy!&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/17407265-1557636278428465858?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/1557636278428465858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=1557636278428465858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1557636278428465858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/1557636278428465858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/07/ahhh-dr-will.html' title='Ahhh, Dr. Will.'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqoqCNJR2ZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bfwjOwYuMm4/s72-c/drwill2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-4591242752079177282</id><published>2007-07-22T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:43.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQOwtJR2TI/AAAAAAAAAWc/quCPtlJh42Q/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090209708750526770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQOwtJR2TI/AAAAAAAAAWc/quCPtlJh42Q/s400/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The actual wedding was in the backyard facing Lake Erie. I know the pics look a little hazy, but it was beautiful day out. It was only like 77 degrees &amp; sunny. The ceremony was at about 5:30 so the sun was not so bight then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQOw9JR2UI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SO2lkNNCEm0/s1600-h/DSC01216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090209713045494082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQOw9JR2UI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SO2lkNNCEm0/s400/DSC01216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the far right is Jason's ex-girlfriend of 8 years. Glad they were paired up together...How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQOxNJR2VI/AAAAAAAAAWs/YTm8okIWwsk/s1600-h/DSC01228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090209717340461394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQOxNJR2VI/AAAAAAAAAWs/YTm8okIWwsk/s400/DSC01228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake. Next to the cake was a large clear glass vase &amp; at all of our table settings was a black polished rock with our names handpainted on them.  She wanted us to all drop our stones in the vase so they could all remember who was at the wedding. She said there are many stepping stones in life that lead to the next &amp; she wanted us all to be part of this stepping stone. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQOxdJR2WI/AAAAAAAAAW0/TtbpyMqEQUw/s1600-h/DSC01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090209721635428706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQOxdJR2WI/AAAAAAAAAW0/TtbpyMqEQUw/s400/DSC01225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The reception dinner was also in the backyard.  Could you ask for a better backdrop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQOxtJR2XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/48aR8tXC-r0/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090209725930396018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQOxtJR2XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/48aR8tXC-r0/s400/DSC01221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little out of order, but Sebille was walked down the isle by Justin's dad, as her own dad could not come.  Justin's mom officiated the ceremony!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very nice wedding, and the weather could not have been more perfect. I sat for the longest time with Justin's grandfather who told me stories of WW2 &amp; how he was a POW in a German camp &amp;amp; how he escaped. He was a facinating man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of a DJ they hired a couple who sang all night. They were a husband &amp; wife team &amp;amp; they were fantastic! They took turns singing &amp;amp; then sometimes sang together. If you were not paying attention you would have thought it was the original artists! They were really good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-4591242752079177282?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/4591242752079177282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=4591242752079177282' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4591242752079177282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4591242752079177282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/07/wedding-part-3.html' title='wedding part 3'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQOwtJR2TI/AAAAAAAAAWc/quCPtlJh42Q/s72-c/DSC01210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-3531371370105258263</id><published>2007-07-22T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:44.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding weekend part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQNi9JR2SI/AAAAAAAAAWU/qPp0rv_1xfU/s1600-h/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090208373015697698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQNi9JR2SI/AAAAAAAAAWU/qPp0rv_1xfU/s400/DSC01234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQMldJR2NI/AAAAAAAAAVs/vRmnHNpqlxQ/s1600-h/DSC01209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090207316453742802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQMldJR2NI/AAAAAAAAAVs/vRmnHNpqlxQ/s400/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justin &amp; Sebille. Sebille is from Switzerland &amp;amp; they met in ...Peru! She was able to have quite a bit of her family come over &amp; attend the wedding. It was quite fun with all the accents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQMltJR2OI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ehTh9ejcxZg/s1600-h/DSC01201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090207320748710114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQMltJR2OI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ehTh9ejcxZg/s400/DSC01201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly. Kelly is Justin's 14 year old dog who was so well behaved! I really liked this pic, she was off in her won little world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQMl9JR2PI/AAAAAAAAAV8/lbNORN8uJ6c/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090207325043677426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQMl9JR2PI/AAAAAAAAAV8/lbNORN8uJ6c/s400/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Part of the patio down on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQMmNJR2QI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LpYECuCPg4w/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090207329338644738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQMmNJR2QI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LpYECuCPg4w/s400/DSC01223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQMmdJR2RI/AAAAAAAAAWM/nPhSunmHZU8/s1600-h/DSC01215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090207333633612050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQMmdJR2RI/AAAAAAAAAWM/nPhSunmHZU8/s400/DSC01215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The neighbors backyard. I just thought it was a cool shot with the little bench &amp;amp; all.&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/17407265-3531371370105258263?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/3531371370105258263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=3531371370105258263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3531371370105258263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3531371370105258263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/07/wedding-weekend-part-2.html' title='wedding weekend part 2'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RqQNi9JR2SI/AAAAAAAAAWU/qPp0rv_1xfU/s72-c/DSC01234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-5828871518381490963</id><published>2007-07-19T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:45.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>zoo baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp917SD40mI/AAAAAAAAAVE/O0e8hkMX300/s1600-h/rhino1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088915765272826466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp917SD40mI/AAAAAAAAAVE/O0e8hkMX300/s400/rhino1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have a new baby at our Cleveland Metroparks Zoo!&lt;br /&gt;She was born weighing 60 pounds &amp; will gain as much as 30 pounds a month!!! They think she has unusually large feet &amp;amp; she will be quite large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp917iD40nI/AAAAAAAAAVM/OwHj_4XC4kI/s1600-h/rhino2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088915769567793778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp917iD40nI/AAAAAAAAAVM/OwHj_4XC4kI/s400/rhino2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AAWWW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp917iD40oI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6MRuzkdNtu8/s1600-h/rhino3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088915769567793794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp917iD40oI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6MRuzkdNtu8/s400/rhino3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp917iD40pI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ek71vXxC-_M/s1600-h/rhino4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088915769567793810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp917iD40pI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ek71vXxC-_M/s400/rhino4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp917yD40qI/AAAAAAAAAVk/XaiJaJFTc7I/s1600-h/rhino5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088915773862761122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp917yD40qI/AAAAAAAAAVk/XaiJaJFTc7I/s400/rhino5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't be on display for about a month, as they have to baby-proof the rhino area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go see her! Hooray for zoo babies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-5828871518381490963?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/5828871518381490963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=5828871518381490963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5828871518381490963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5828871518381490963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/07/zoo-baby.html' title='zoo baby!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp917SD40mI/AAAAAAAAAVE/O0e8hkMX300/s72-c/rhino1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-5669086936253215691</id><published>2007-07-18T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:46.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding weekend.</title><content type='html'>I will probably do this in 2 postings, as I need to do one just on this house I was so amazed! Our friend Justin was married over the weekend, and Jason was in the wedding. These pics were taken on Friday, for the rehersal dinner which was at the house &amp; we ate at M. Bistro. (&lt;a href="http://www.mbistro.com/"&gt;http://www.mbistro.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Justin's parents are a tad bit well off. The house is right on Lake Erie, and is unbelieveable! They lived in this house but had to buy the house next to it a few years back, as they bought a crane for their boat but bought one too large to fit through the trees. So they had to buy the neighbors house to cut down his trees to install the boat crane by their dock. So then they decided to "remodel" their home &amp;amp; moved into the neighbors house &amp; knocked their to the ground &amp;amp; built a 1.3 million dollar home. It was really hard to get good pics of it, as I was looking like a weirdo taking pics of just the house, but I did my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the front, but a lot is cut out. To the right is a garage with 3 really wide wooden garage doors made to look like stable doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp5c3SD40hI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YnnlRT0wLyw/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088606733785944594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp5c3SD40hI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YnnlRT0wLyw/s400/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a stairway that winds through the backyard down to the lake. They have a beautiful patio down by the lake, and a dock. And of course a crane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp5c4CD40iI/AAAAAAAAAUk/phtwO97e9f8/s1600-h/DSC01197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088606746670846498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp5c4CD40iI/AAAAAAAAAUk/phtwO97e9f8/s400/DSC01197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The patio is to the left, I'll put it in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp5c4iD40jI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yu25L9YqB5E/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088606755260781106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp5c4iD40jI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yu25L9YqB5E/s400/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a garage built into the ground for their kayaks, jet ski's etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp5c4yD40kI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5xne3hK99Y/s1600-h/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088606759555748418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp5c4yD40kI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5xne3hK99Y/s400/DSC01196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the best I could do for the back view of the house. The windows on the far right are the master bedroom, and the kitchen is below it. The middle windows are the family room, and the left side is another bedroom on top, a library in the middle level &amp; the lower (which is not visible) is an office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp5c5iD40lI/AAAAAAAAAU8/wFnc3BMhdy0/s1600-h/DSC01202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088606772440650322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp5c5iD40lI/AAAAAAAAAU8/wFnc3BMhdy0/s400/DSC01202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine living in a house like this??? Being the nosy person I am, I looked up the house on the county auditors website &amp; just in taxes alone they pay over $33,000 a year. Just in taxes!!&lt;br /&gt;Justin's parents are awesome people &amp;amp; made us feel so welcome in their home. I am thinking of packing my suitcases &amp;amp; moving in!&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/17407265-5669086936253215691?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/5669086936253215691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=5669086936253215691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5669086936253215691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/5669086936253215691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/07/wedding-weekend.html' title='wedding weekend.'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp5c3SD40hI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YnnlRT0wLyw/s72-c/DSC01210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-7097662958972863786</id><published>2007-07-18T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:46.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my beauty advise for the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get this. Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp5aryD40gI/AAAAAAAAAUU/smctUpmGWD4/s1600-h/nailenhancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088604337194193410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp5aryD40gI/AAAAAAAAAUU/smctUpmGWD4/s400/nailenhancer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have the world's softest &amp; non-growing fingernails in the world. I have never had nice nails, they will finally seem like they will grow a tiny bit &amp; they peel right off. Yes, I said peel. They are so soft they just bend all over the place. Could be my lack of vegetable intake, but we'll save that for another day. I was at a bar one night &amp;amp; some girl decided to give me random nail tips while she was drunk. Then I was at Target &amp; looked down &amp;amp; saw what she was telling me about a few days later. This drunk girl knew her stuff! I have nails for the first time in my life!!!! Seriously, try this stuff. It rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-7097662958972863786?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/7097662958972863786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=7097662958972863786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7097662958972863786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7097662958972863786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-beauty-advise-for-year.html' title='my beauty advise for the year'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rp5aryD40gI/AAAAAAAAAUU/smctUpmGWD4/s72-c/nailenhancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-3976357555363029390</id><published>2007-07-13T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:26:19.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bunny update</title><content type='html'>Look how big my babies are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcH3CD40cI/AAAAAAAAAT0/IX86XKdJwx4/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086542946165641666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcH3CD40cI/AAAAAAAAAT0/IX86XKdJwx4/s400/DSC01191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcH4SD40dI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2d8HqnZSQm0/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086542967640478162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcH4SD40dI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2d8HqnZSQm0/s400/DSC01194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcH5iD40eI/AAAAAAAAAUE/WYZUWWIlRSI/s1600-h/DSC01192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086542989115314658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcH5iD40eI/AAAAAAAAAUE/WYZUWWIlRSI/s400/DSC01192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcH7SD40fI/AAAAAAAAAUM/WGOgK49lWWI/s1600-h/DSC01193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086543019180085746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcH7SD40fI/AAAAAAAAAUM/WGOgK49lWWI/s400/DSC01193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17407265-3976357555363029390?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/3976357555363029390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=3976357555363029390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3976357555363029390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3976357555363029390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/07/bunny-update.html' title='bunny update'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcH3CD40cI/AAAAAAAAAT0/IX86XKdJwx4/s72-c/DSC01191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-2837873076545378081</id><published>2007-07-13T00:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:26:19.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>best bar EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcFliD40bI/AAAAAAAAATs/ycnpy45lZks/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086540446494675378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcFliD40bI/AAAAAAAAATs/ycnpy45lZks/s400/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I spotted this little Sh*%-hole, I mean gem, on Fulton Rd on my way to pick up The Porkchop  today. I see there are apartments above the bar. I bet they have a hard time renting to women!&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/17407265-2837873076545378081?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/2837873076545378081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=2837873076545378081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2837873076545378081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2837873076545378081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/07/best-bar-ever.html' title='best bar EVER'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcFliD40bI/AAAAAAAAATs/ycnpy45lZks/s72-c/DSC01195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-2060871240460290678</id><published>2007-07-13T00:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:26:20.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my dog hates me</title><content type='html'>The Porkchop is no longer speaking to me. He was neutered this afternoon. This is him in his drug induced coma afterwards. He was so out of it he didn't even know what to do with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcEJiD40ZI/AAAAAAAAATc/AZgDY9Z6L0w/s1600-h/DSC01198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086538865946710418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcEJiD40ZI/AAAAAAAAATc/AZgDY9Z6L0w/s400/DSC01198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kobe was very curious about what was going on. But he was surprisingly very happy to see Porkchop when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcEKSD40aI/AAAAAAAAATk/gOsSCGgmOXc/s1600-h/DSC01197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086538878831612322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcEKSD40aI/AAAAAAAAATk/gOsSCGgmOXc/s400/DSC01197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor Porkchop. He's now ball-less. I told he'd be able to run faster nw. Streamlined.&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/17407265-2060871240460290678?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/2060871240460290678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=2060871240460290678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2060871240460290678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/2060871240460290678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-dog-hates-me.html' title='my dog hates me'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RpcEJiD40ZI/AAAAAAAAATc/AZgDY9Z6L0w/s72-c/DSC01198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-3827763786003825961</id><published>2007-07-02T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:11:10.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>computers suck</title><content type='html'>I cannot comment on anyones blogs at the moment because my compter keeps popping up a box asking me if I want to display everything ( basically meaning your profile pics) and it does not matter if I say yes or no, it keeps popping up &amp;amp; will not stop. If any one has any idea's I would appreciate it! I have no other problems but that! HELP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-3827763786003825961?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/3827763786003825961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=3827763786003825961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3827763786003825961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3827763786003825961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/07/computers-suck.html' title='computers suck'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-3997721418262120922</id><published>2007-06-26T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:26:21.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>babies!</title><content type='html'>Meet Henrietta,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoCiJPke9AI/AAAAAAAAATE/JRrHjrTA5GM/s1600-h/DSC01125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080238659355997186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoCiJPke9AI/AAAAAAAAATE/JRrHjrTA5GM/s400/DSC01125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoCiJfke9BI/AAAAAAAAATM/1aDkiBl1tD4/s1600-h/DSC01126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080238663650964498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoCiJfke9BI/AAAAAAAAATM/1aDkiBl1tD4/s400/DSC01126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoCiJvke9CI/AAAAAAAAATU/hr_UlbqiCoQ/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080238667945931810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoCiJvke9CI/AAAAAAAAATU/hr_UlbqiCoQ/s400/DSC01128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Keith Richards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoCha_ke87I/AAAAAAAAASc/CZ1DvKOcAmw/s1600-h/DSC01168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080237864787047346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoCha_ke87I/AAAAAAAAASc/CZ1DvKOcAmw/s400/DSC01168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are about 3 weeks old now &amp; I am fostering them! I brought home Mama with them. The first few pics above they were only about a week &amp;amp; a half old, but they are still pretty tiny! The parents were confiscated by our humane officers for neglect. Mama is sooo nice &amp; friendly, she lets you hold the babies &amp;amp; play with them. If all goes well I may keep 1 or 2 babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoChbfke88I/AAAAAAAAASk/ax-K6blILz8/s1600-h/DSC01171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080237873376981954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoChbfke88I/AAAAAAAAASk/ax-K6blILz8/s400/DSC01171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henrietta, the all white one is the runt. I didn't think she's make it this far, but she's pretty strong now. Her ears didn;t "flop" until tonight. The others flopped about 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoChbvke89I/AAAAAAAAASs/5_ADGly5Tqo/s1600-h/DSC01174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080237877671949266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoChbvke89I/AAAAAAAAASs/5_ADGly5Tqo/s400/DSC01174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kobe loves them. He will climb right in the cage with them like he's one of them &amp; lay down. The Porkchop is a little too overzealous still.  He just wants to lick them a little too hard. I don't think he wants to eat them or anything bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoChb_ke8-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/vX9dECWzd5Y/s1600-h/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080237881966916578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoChb_ke8-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/vX9dECWzd5Y/s400/DSC01161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first signs of the flopping! One down, one to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoChcfke8_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/xDW8pM7wQts/s1600-h/DSC01164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080237890556851186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoChcfke8_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/xDW8pM7wQts/s400/DSC01164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Bunnies? Where? Where's the bunnies? Can I see? Huh? Huh?"&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/17407265-3997721418262120922?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/3997721418262120922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=3997721418262120922' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3997721418262120922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/3997721418262120922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/06/babies.html' title='babies!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoCiJPke9AI/AAAAAAAAATE/JRrHjrTA5GM/s72-c/DSC01125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-689868668794571031</id><published>2007-06-26T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:26:22.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my blue eyed -er, green eyed girl...</title><content type='html'>Meet Delerium. Delerium is in our lobby because she is shunned from the cat room. She if FIV positive. FIV is the feline equivalent to HIV in humans. She is a year old and very healthy, but can only go to a single cat home or a home that already has an FIV positive cat in it. I'm not a huge cat person, but she's so sweet &amp; cuddly is disgusting. And how can you resist those cool eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoCe4fke85I/AAAAAAAAASM/M0nC9Wqz9ZI/s1600-h/DSC01150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080235073058304914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoCe4fke85I/AAAAAAAAASM/M0nC9Wqz9ZI/s400/DSC01150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I had 2 kids (about 13 years old) ask me about her &amp; I explained to them what her deal was. They said "Ew!" and backed away from her. Nice. I hope that's not what they would do if they encountered an HIV positive human. But they probably will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoCe4vke86I/AAAAAAAAASU/bozyka_8L40/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080235077353272226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoCe4vke86I/AAAAAAAAASU/bozyka_8L40/s400/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, I just thought she was cool!&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/17407265-689868668794571031?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/689868668794571031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=689868668794571031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/689868668794571031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/689868668794571031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/06/youre-my-blue-eyed-er-green-eyed-girl.html' title='you&apos;re my blue eyed -er, green eyed girl...'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RoCe4fke85I/AAAAAAAAASM/M0nC9Wqz9ZI/s72-c/DSC01150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-6829864690597726941</id><published>2007-06-22T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:26:22.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>parents...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RntMa_ke84I/AAAAAAAAASE/n2EyxW_rXx8/s1600-h/outlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078737031415133058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RntMa_ke84I/AAAAAAAAASE/n2EyxW_rXx8/s400/outlet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever think back to the stories your parents (mine was mostly my dad) told you as a child?  And we would always believe these stories. No matter how made up &amp; crazy they were, these stories came from our parents. And parents know everything &amp;amp; would never lie. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite stories was from hiking. We spent a few summers in a cabin in Cooks Forest PA. We would go hiking during the day (with the dog) &amp; cook our lunch over a campfire out in the woods. Now for those of you who are not already aware of the animal life in PA -there are black bears. My dad would always carry a "walking stick" as he liked to call it. I would always question as to why he would carry this stick, and his answer to me was "so when the bears come I came fend them off". Well, me being under 10 was scared silly by this statement. Bears! I had to worry about bears eating me while I was hiking? I was constantly running into trees &amp;amp; tripping over roots because I was too busy looking around for the bear that would eat me. My dad informed me that he would probably not need the stick, because the bears would eat the littlest first &amp; would be full by the time it got to him. In my little mind I thought "that means it would eat the dog first so I have time to run!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father also made me behave on these same trips by telling me if I was bad he would stick me to the sap on the trees &amp;amp; I would be stuck there until he pulled me off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad also told me the "Slow Children" sign on our street was put there for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also told me that there were compartments in my stomach for different foods so I should not mix my foods. To this day I will only eat one thing at a time on my plate &amp; I do NOT mix foods. It creeps me out when people do mix!  And I personally think all plates should have dividers on them. (like those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;styrofoam&lt;/span&gt; ones)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandfather had a poker dog painting &amp; had me convinced there was a bar in downtown Cleveland that was only for dogs. He even showed me the building! It conveniently had no windows &amp;amp; no sign on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure I'll think of a million more stories like these later, but I found the above pic on postsecret.com &amp; it made me laugh. Because if that sign was on my street my dad would have told me the same damn thing! &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/17407265-6829864690597726941?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/6829864690597726941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=6829864690597726941' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/6829864690597726941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/6829864690597726941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/06/parents.html' title='parents...'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RntMa_ke84I/AAAAAAAAASE/n2EyxW_rXx8/s72-c/outlet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-6746961825066322739</id><published>2007-06-20T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:26:23.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, I'm a dork</title><content type='html'>Tonight at 10:53 the space shuttle and the space station were supposed to fly overhead. I went across the street to Lake Erie where there was plenty of open sky &amp; waited.  And waited. And never saw anything but a few planes, the big dipper &amp; Venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RnnzS_ke83I/AAAAAAAAAR8/nzSGUROSlHc/s1600-h/nightearth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078357562464596850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RnnzS_ke83I/AAAAAAAAAR8/nzSGUROSlHc/s400/nightearth2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was one other man that pulled up &amp; joined me. He also was a geek. Very sweet man, we talked for a while, found out he used to live in Alaska! He once saw a comet &amp;amp; the Northern Lights at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;For any of you other nerds out there, there is a meteor shower on August 13th &amp; a lunar eclipse on August 28th just before dawn. The lunar eclipse should be really cool, the moon will glow copper red!&lt;br /&gt;You can also visit &lt;a href="http://www.skyandtelescope.com/observing/skychart/"&gt;http://www.skyandtelescope.com/observing/skychart/&lt;/a&gt; &amp; put in your location &amp;amp; time &amp;amp; it will give you a chart of your sky for the night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-6746961825066322739?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/6746961825066322739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=6746961825066322739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/6746961825066322739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/6746961825066322739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-im-dork.html' title='yes, I&apos;m a dork'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RnnzS_ke83I/AAAAAAAAAR8/nzSGUROSlHc/s72-c/nightearth2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8944466550263596767</id><published>2007-06-17T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:26:23.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...National Eat Your Vegetables Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RnXlr_ke82I/AAAAAAAAAR0/0Z1-pFVuopg/s1600-h/vegetables.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077216698891694946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RnXlr_ke82I/AAAAAAAAAR0/0Z1-pFVuopg/s400/vegetables.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that ain't happenin' in my house! Ick!&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/17407265-8944466550263596767?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8944466550263596767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8944466550263596767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8944466550263596767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8944466550263596767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-is.html' title='Today is...'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RnXlr_ke82I/AAAAAAAAAR0/0Z1-pFVuopg/s72-c/vegetables.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-854971324832395396</id><published>2007-06-16T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:37:53.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes it's better to live in a fog</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I waited on a table that consisted of grandma, grandpa, son, daughter-in-law &amp; 2 grandsons about 8 to 10 ish in age. This was our interaction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:" What can I start you folks off with to drink tonight (insert booze specials here)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: "I'll take the beer special.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: "Lemonade!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-in-L: "Water, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gpa: "Water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gma: (who looks very excited that it's her turn) "A FISH SANDWICH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone stops &amp;amp; looks at her like she's lost her mind. The only thing I can relate this to is the one grandma who's nuts in the newer version on Charlie &amp; The Chocolate Factory. The one who outr of nowhere says "I like grapes!" She was really in her own little world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: "Mom, drink. She's taking a drink order."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gma: (still smiling like a complete idiot) "I know! A fish sandwich!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son tells me to get her a water &amp;amp; I leave. I return with the drinks &amp; as I set them down I tell them the dinner specials for the night &amp;amp; the Son tells me they are ready to order. We go all around the table &amp; Gma is last. It's  Gma's turn &amp; she kinda looks like she's going to pee with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I think you may want a fish sandwich!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gma: " I DO!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (to Gma &amp;amp; Gpa who both ordered the fish) "Would either of you like cheese on your fish sandwich?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both look at each other with the most incredulous looks. And Gpa says to Gma "Well McDonalds does it, it must be good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes, McDonalds does do it, and it is good. I'll put you both down for cheese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think from now on I will just say random things that make no sense at all. Because she looked happy. Bless her heart, and her cheesy fish sandwich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-854971324832395396?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/854971324832395396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=854971324832395396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/854971324832395396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/854971324832395396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/06/sometimes-its-better-to-live-in-fog.html' title='sometimes it&apos;s better to live in a fog'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-4329108434119700587</id><published>2007-06-06T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:26:24.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New furniture!  Or:  Why I will start to beat my dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmbEl_ke8xI/AAAAAAAAARM/6yfFPrZ35FM/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072958187278103314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmbEl_ke8xI/AAAAAAAAARM/6yfFPrZ35FM/s400/DSC01109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased a new couch &amp; chair a week ago. My old couch was on it's last leg &amp;amp; had worn right through the seat cushions (both sides!) and an old roommates puppy had done a number on the arm of it. ( I hid it by draping a blanket over that arm) So when I thought the sale of my old Jeep had fallen through, I called up the furniture store on Memorial Day &amp; asked if they had a sale going on. So I was able to get a much better price on it, and as soon as I hung up the phone from paying for it, my phone rang with the new buyer of my Jeep. Nothing like dropping a good chunk of change on something else &amp;amp; now&lt;br /&gt;you need a new car!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmbEmPke8yI/AAAAAAAAARU/wuA0YrXqblU/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072958191573070626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmbEmPke8yI/AAAAAAAAARU/wuA0YrXqblU/s400/DSC01111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  But I was able to swing it. So here it is! I have always wanted a red couch! My dad (who has yet to even see it) got very quiet when I told him it was red. But I love it.&lt;br /&gt;You're probably wondering why there is a mess of couches in my first picture. Well I am too. I was told by my salesman, they would take the old one out of the house for me. Well the delivery men laughed at me. So now I have a large couch stuck on my second floor with no way to get it out. Maybe I'll arrange it like a movie theater &amp; charge admission for movies to pay for the couch!&lt;br /&gt;The Porkchop jumped on it immediately because he saw a photo-op. I don't know what those spots are in the second pic. Either the ghost of my dead dog, or my camera was acting funny. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmbEm_ke8zI/AAAAAAAAARc/-aUf2SvNswY/s1600-h/DSC01114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072958204457972530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmbEm_ke8zI/AAAAAAAAARc/-aUf2SvNswY/s400/DSC01114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Porkchop &amp; Kobe stink face. We had a discussion about laying across the top like cats &amp;amp; breaking down the pillows. They ruined my l;ast couch by doing that.  So they have both already been swatted (beat) for jumping up there. We'll see how long that lasts!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmbEnPke80I/AAAAAAAAARk/BCtQcQHyQ_8/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072958208752939842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmbEnPke80I/AAAAAAAAARk/BCtQcQHyQ_8/s400/DSC01116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Porkchop in my new reading chair.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmbEpPke81I/AAAAAAAAARs/sccwOpVU6qo/s1600-h/DSC01120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072958243112678226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmbEpPke81I/AAAAAAAAARs/sccwOpVU6qo/s400/DSC01120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Porkchop laying on the old couch. I am sure he will miss it very much. The pillows were smaller &amp; he would lean on them like this all the time. The new couch does not have extra pillows like this. And it's too bright to really tell in this pic, but the couch has  such a busy print, you can sometimes not notice him on it. It's like a Where's Waldo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-4329108434119700587?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/4329108434119700587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=4329108434119700587' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4329108434119700587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4329108434119700587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-furniture-or-why-i-will-start-to.html' title='New furniture!  Or:  Why I will start to beat my dogs'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmbEl_ke8xI/AAAAAAAAARM/6yfFPrZ35FM/s72-c/DSC01109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-7337760908380430171</id><published>2007-06-05T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:26:25.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a new Jeep!</title><content type='html'>I did it! My first new vehicle ever. I got a 2007 Jeep Liberty. It's the same Khaki color as my dad's Laredo, so it's kind of like his mini-me!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmXER_ke8uI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/KIRn6LUxx7Y/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072676368704008930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmXER_ke8uI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/KIRn6LUxx7Y/s400/DSC01109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I was really afraid I would not be able to get it one my own, and Scott (my ex) called and said he heard I was looking for a new car &amp; if I needed him to he would co-sign for me again. How nice is that? We have not been together in like 5 years &amp;amp; he still offered to do that for me. But I wanted to do it on my own -and I did! It's all mine! (and chrysler financial...)&lt;br /&gt;Yay for me! Isn't it beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Of course is was pouring rain when The Chad took me to pick it up, and it's miserable today &amp; 59 degrees out. So hopefully it's warm &amp;amp; clear tomorrow &amp; it will have it's first bath while I wait for my new furiture to be delivered. (but that's tomorrow's post!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a name for my new boy! Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmXESPke8vI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/b_QW-WABtRM/s1600-h/DSC01110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072676372998976242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmXESPke8vI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/b_QW-WABtRM/s400/DSC01110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmXESvke8wI/AAAAAAAAARE/B6sbYkn1LIE/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072676381588910850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmXESvke8wI/AAAAAAAAARE/B6sbYkn1LIE/s400/DSC01111.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/17407265-7337760908380430171?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/7337760908380430171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=7337760908380430171' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7337760908380430171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/7337760908380430171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-got-new-jeep.html' title='I got a new Jeep!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmXER_ke8uI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/KIRn6LUxx7Y/s72-c/DSC01109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-4636048795851383872</id><published>2007-06-02T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:26:26.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>old photo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmIBFYvCk4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/VvRNL5IumvQ/s1600-h/pooky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071617322423325570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmIBFYvCk4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/VvRNL5IumvQ/s400/pooky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I asked my dad to scan a few old pics for me to have on my computer &amp; thought I'd share them with you as well!&lt;br /&gt;Today is just animals. You can see how adorable I am next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Mr. Pooky. The Easter Bunny brought him to me. He was a HUGE rabbit by the time he passed away on my 13th birthday.  My dog would herd him around the backyard in the summer. I wanted to name him Odie but my mom insisted on naming my pet. (?)&lt;br /&gt;Nice couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmIAyIvCk3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/tH2yWtNBsD8/s1600-h/Oct,1979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071616991710843762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmIAyIvCk3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/tH2yWtNBsD8/s400/Oct,1979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Sugar. Sugar Bear. Sugar the Booger. She came to anything. She was smart as all get-out. We dressed her up in anything we could &amp; she would wear it all! She loved attention  &amp; loved her picture to be taken. We got her when she was pretty young from the Portage County APL (funny I work for the Cleveland one now!) I cried because I didn't want her because she just sat in the back of the cage. I wanted the cute red puppy that mauled my face. (we would have ended up with a giant Irish Setter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with that table cloth???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmIAVYvCk2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/2hyi_yQOT8o/s1600-h/Sept,1983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071616497789604706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmIAVYvCk2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/2hyi_yQOT8o/s400/Sept,1983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poor dog. I am an only child &amp; when left to my own devices...She was my playmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a really bad Monopoly player. Lost every time.  Remember those paint books? They were like coloring books but with colored dots on them, and when you touched a wet paintbrush to them they "painted"? Well I would rub Sugar's nose all over the page &amp; paint with her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a rawhide on the ironing board.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmIAF4vCk1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/9TkazATpiRg/s1600-h/TopSailIs[1][1].1975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071616231501632338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmIAF4vCk1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/9TkazATpiRg/s400/TopSailIs%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.1975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a few weeks every summer on vacation. If we didn't take the motorhome out, we went to a cabin on the beach on Topsail Island, NC. This was the "sound" side if the island where out dock &amp; crab pot were. I had caught a baby fish &amp;amp; before we threw it back we took Sugar's picture next to it. Just as we took the pic, she licked her lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmH_rIvCk0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/fpOcxSf-5CU/s1600-h/sugar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071615771940131650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmH_rIvCk0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/fpOcxSf-5CU/s400/sugar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter. Need I say more? A girl has to accessorize!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She slipped a disk in her back when she was about 8 &amp; was no longer allowed to jump so my mom cut the legs off of her favorite chair by the front window so she could still hang out on it. (it was a real piece of furniture, not just a dog chair!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmH_Y4vCkzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/SsyBohFk00I/s1600-h/sugar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071615458407519026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmH_Y4vCkzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/SsyBohFk00I/s400/sugar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken by me in the Metroparks right before she passed away. She lived to be the ripe ol' age of 15 &amp; was a fantastic, smart, sweet, and loyal girl. Not a mean bone in her body, she would herd other animals &amp;amp; keep them in the yard, (even loose ducks!) she once showed me where my turtle had escaped to (all the way in the garden!) when we asked her where it was, she let kids roll all over her &amp; pull her tail &amp;amp; chase her. She never left your side if you were sick &amp; licked your tears when you were sad. She was extraordinary.  And of all the animals I have had since I have never in my life met a dog like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmH-ZIvCkxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/v3XvcljwfB0/s1600-h/sugar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is in my dad's backyard with a huge flowerbed above her &amp;amp; a "Beware of the Dog" sign. Which is the funny part, because never would we have ever needed such a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmH-ZYvCkyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/1kS7LDE6L8Y/s1600-h/sugar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-4636048795851383872?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/4636048795851383872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=4636048795851383872' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4636048795851383872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/4636048795851383872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/06/old-photos.html' title='old photo&apos;s'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmIBFYvCk4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/VvRNL5IumvQ/s72-c/pooky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-6993379623980662822</id><published>2007-06-01T18:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:26:30.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy needs a home part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmCi-YvCksI/AAAAAAAAAPM/BuPXTvGTDdA/s1600-h/buddy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071232373094519490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmCi-YvCksI/AAAAAAAAAPM/BuPXTvGTDdA/s400/buddy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buddy is back for a repeat performance. It seems like someone spotted him here &amp; now they are talking about him on an Old English Sheepdog rescue website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy likes long walks on the beach &amp; belly rubs. He promises to be faithful &amp;amp; not pee in the house. If you are interested in Buddy, please call the Cleveland APL at 217-771-4616.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmCi-ovCktI/AAAAAAAAAPU/SCYT0UfK040/s1600-h/buddy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071232377389486802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmCi-ovCktI/AAAAAAAAAPU/SCYT0UfK040/s400/buddy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy was really hard to get any pics of, as he was just a gray blur in most of them. The last two are blurry, but I thought they were funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please adopt Buddy! He needs a home!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmCi-ovCkuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jvegLllJHQ8/s1600-h/buddy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071232377389486818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmCi-ovCkuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jvegLllJHQ8/s400/buddy5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmCi-4vCkvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Jm6m3VGKZQ0/s1600-h/buddy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071232381684454130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmCi-4vCkvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Jm6m3VGKZQ0/s400/buddy4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmCi-4vCkwI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qLiTNoDvUz4/s1600-h/buddy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071232381684454146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmCi-4vCkwI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qLiTNoDvUz4/s400/buddy3.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/17407265-6993379623980662822?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/6993379623980662822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=6993379623980662822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/6993379623980662822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/6993379623980662822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/06/buddy-needs-home-part-2.html' title='Buddy needs a home part 2'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/RmCi-YvCksI/AAAAAAAAAPM/BuPXTvGTDdA/s72-c/buddy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17407265.post-8089059488952307001</id><published>2007-05-31T00:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:26:31.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rl5Of4vCkpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P-qTshKVw9E/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070576540178354834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rl5Of4vCkpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P-qTshKVw9E/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I lost a friend. My trusty Jeep Wrangler. I know, it sounds silly, but I loved that Jeep.  It was time to go. It was 13 years old &amp; I need a new vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rl5OgYvCkqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FyFbRDaFxqg/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070576548768289442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rl5OgYvCkqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FyFbRDaFxqg/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see, for 13 it was in great condition. It ran fine, it looked good. But I was afraid of what may be looming around the corner. And I think I need to be a grownup &amp; buy a new car. I still may stick with a Jeep. I love Jeep products, but they are a little overpriced as they are very trendy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rl5Og4vCkrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zlHS3e1MiiM/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070576557358224050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rl5Og4vCkrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zlHS3e1MiiM/s400/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put it on Craig's list &amp; within an hour I got many emails about it.  I sold it to the first guy who came for $3,000.  He drove in from Newcastle PA. Not bad considering I bought it for $7,000 over 8 years ago! My Jeep did me good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as it drove out of sight I got a little choked up and shed a little tear. I think because it was the only thing cool about me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farwell my Jeep. I hope you end up in good hands &amp;amp; you still have a few good years in ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17407265-8089059488952307001?l=carmenbecker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/feeds/8089059488952307001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17407265&amp;postID=8089059488952307001' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8089059488952307001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17407265/posts/default/8089059488952307001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmenbecker.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodbye-my-friend.html' title='goodbye my friend'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328357508773584856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/SESr2Wn9OGI/AAAAAAAAArw/2r2r7qQxxnc/S220/carmenage4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiO5yO43g-I/Rl5Of4vCkpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P-qTshKVw9E/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
