<?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-5203393901702665</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:38:34.026-05:00</updated><category term='moving'/><category term='Top chef'/><category term='30 recipes in 30 days'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='taste test'/><category term='books'/><category term='reminiscing'/><category term='crockpot'/><category term='random crap'/><category term='Stuff I Like'/><category term='chuck norris'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='My Mama&apos;s Kitchen'/><category term='fun with words'/><category term='announcements'/><title type='text'>Hearing Myself Talk</title><subtitle type='html'>Not always using my quiet inside voice</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-7497041023761660649</id><published>2010-12-02T20:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T21:32:10.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>This many people</title><content type='html'>Showed up at Joseph Beth Bookstore here in the lovely Bluegrass to have Sarah Palin sign a copy of her new book.  I MIGHT get in line to see John Calipari for his next book.  Sarah, not so much.  Although almost any woman banging on the glass ceiling of the American political scene gets at least my admiration, if not my vote (I'm looking at you, Hilary, but not at you, Nancy).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.kentucky.com/smedia/2010/12/01/22/101201palinmc056.embedded.prod_affiliate.79.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-7497041023761660649?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7497041023761660649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/testingtesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/7497041023761660649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/7497041023761660649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/testingtesting.html' title='This many people'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-3563141911149369113</id><published>2010-06-02T18:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T18:54:23.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Mama&apos;s Kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Not My Mama's Cornbread with dinner tonight</title><content type='html'>I don't always make my mama's cornbread although I really, really love it.  At some point, I went over to the Dark Side and started adding, yes, that's right, SUGAR to my cornbread.  The result is actually quite wonderful.  This recipe came from Allrecipes, but I have several other similar versions.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Golden Sweet Cornbread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup all-purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup yellow cornmeal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/3 cup white sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-1/2 tsp baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 egg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup vegetable oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.  Spray or lightly grease a 9-inch round cake pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a large bowl, combine four, cornmeal, sugar, salt, and baking powder.  Stir in egg, milk, and vegetable oil until well combined.  Pour batter in to prepared pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bake in preheated oven for 20 to 25 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of the loaf comes out clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight this is going with pork chops with mushroom gravy, mashed potatoes, and broccoli.  &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-3563141911149369113?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3563141911149369113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-my-mamas-cornbread-with-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/3563141911149369113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/3563141911149369113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-my-mamas-cornbread-with-dinner.html' title='Not My Mama&apos;s Cornbread with dinner tonight'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-8689170660007404882</id><published>2010-04-13T13:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:39:34.650-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crockpot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Mama&apos;s Kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>My Mama's Kitchen - Crockpot Edition</title><content type='html'>This morning I spent exactly 10 minutes throwing pot roast into the crockpot for tonight's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This crockpot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S8Spqk0Z-5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/QnBcN27DMG0/s1600/Mama%27s+crockpot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S8Spqk0Z-5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/QnBcN27DMG0/s320/Mama%27s+crockpot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459675197182966674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came from my mama's kitchen and I expect that it is about 40 years old.  Still works great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the pot roast.  I take the lazy approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 or 3 pound pot roast - I used bottom round sirloin (I think).  I don't like the meat that is commonly marked "pot roast" in the stores.  Sometimes I use eye of the round roast.  Use whatever meat you want.  You'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;2 or 3 large white or yukon gold potatoes, cut up - I used 6 small yukon gold potatoes and left them whole&lt;br /&gt;5 or 6 scrubbed carrots, not peeled (only because I'm a lazy cook) but cut into 3-inch chunks&lt;br /&gt;1 diced rutabaga - don't skip this.  Rutabagas are WONDERFUL and cheap.  Sort of a pain to peel and chop but WORTH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg seasoning - you can use "pot roast" seasoning packet or Lipton onion soup packet or you can use an onion, salt, pepper and whatever herbs/spices you want.  Again, I use a packet of stuff because it's easy.  Did I mention this is not a "health food" pot roast?   Not organic, not free range, just regular food with maybe some better living through chemistry thrown in for good measure.  Don't be hatin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 cups water.  If you don't use a mix or Lipton soup, you could use beef broth if you have it.   Water works great and most people have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can sear your pot roast if you want to before throwing it in the crockpot, but I didn't and it will be great.  Pot roast on the bottom, cut up/whole vegetables on top of that.  Then the water and mix stirred together and poured over the top.  Top on and 8 hours later you have pot roast.   I don't thicken the juice (gravy) usually but you could if you prefer.   My crockpot (thanks Mama!) has an automatic setting that cooks on high for "a while" then switches to low, so that's what I use.  YMMV.   Serve with some kind of bread - Yankee cornbread?  I have a recipe for that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-8689170660007404882?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8689170660007404882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-mamas-kitchen-crockpot-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8689170660007404882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8689170660007404882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-mamas-kitchen-crockpot-edition.html' title='My Mama&apos;s Kitchen - Crockpot Edition'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S8Spqk0Z-5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/QnBcN27DMG0/s72-c/Mama%27s+crockpot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-8697192012314591369</id><published>2010-02-02T12:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:01:10.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Mama&apos;s Kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>My Mama's Kitchen - chicken and dumplings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Forgot to take pictures last time I made this, but they look like, well, chicken and dumplings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is not exactly my Mama's recipe, but the results are similar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chicken and Dumplings, a la My Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 package chicken breasts - try to find the ones with skin.  You can also boil a two- to     three-pound fryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4 cups chicken broth - I use a box of Swanson's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4 cups water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;onion, carrot, celery to boil with the chicken - I usually skip this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Salt and pepper to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boil the chicken (and vegetables if you have them) in the 8 cups of water/broth for about an hour.  Strain the broth to remove vegetables.  Shred the chicken into smallish pieces and set aside.  If you used chicken with skin or a fryer, separate all the meat from the bones and keep a little out for the puppy.   Keep broth warm while you make the dumplings.  You'll want to get it boiling again when you get ready to cook your dumplings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I use my Mama's wooden bowl for the dumplings.  I think they taste better, but YMMV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dumplings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 TBS shortening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/2 tsp baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2/3 cup buttermilk - yes it makes a difference - you can buy pints of it at some stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cut the shortening into the flour, salt, and baking soda - I use a fork and just mash it around, and it works fine.  Add the buttermilk (you didn't use regular milk, right?) and stir the dough until it is mixed up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Using a well-floured surface (I use a large cutting board but you can use a clean counter top or wax paper covered counter top), pour the dough onto the board and roll it around a bit in the flour so it isn't sticky.  Then fold it over on itself a few times to incorporate a little more flour into the dough.  I like to separate the dough into 2 pieces at this point so I can roll the dumplings out very thin.  I use my Mama's rolling pin (again, tastes better) and roll out the dough VERY thin.  If the dough is too thick, your dumplings will be big clumps of gross.  Take the time to roll it out.  Use a pizza cutter or sharp knife (be careful on your counter top!) and cut the dough into slices about 1-1/2 inches wide and 2-3 inches long.  Put the dumplings over in the boiling broth and let them cook for 30 minutes or until broth starts to thicken up - might take a little longer.   Don't stir the dumplings up too much.  When the dumplings are done and the broth is thickened, dump in the shredded chicken and mix up.   You will probably need to adjust the seasoning.  We almost always have to add more salt and pepper.  Make some sweet tea and eat 'em up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have an alternate dumpling recipe that is my sister's Mama's recipe.  I'll post it here in a bit.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-8697192012314591369?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8697192012314591369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-mamas-kitchen-chicken-and-dumplings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8697192012314591369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8697192012314591369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-mamas-kitchen-chicken-and-dumplings.html' title='My Mama&apos;s Kitchen - chicken and dumplings'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-3617812797935132311</id><published>2010-01-28T11:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T11:26:49.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Mama&apos;s Kitchen'/><title type='text'>My Mama's Kitchen - Tools of the Trade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been using these kitchen tools since 1987.  They are from my mama's house and I brought them with me when I cleaned out her house after she passed away.  Not sure of the exact age, but I remember them from forever ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S2G5Q9C8v4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/_nkwBhV9TMA/s1600-h/spoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S2G5Q9C8v4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/_nkwBhV9TMA/s320/spoons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431826326501506946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S2G5MlcZD4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/v2myL2k4qEo/s1600-h/bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S2G5MlcZD4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/v2myL2k4qEo/s320/bowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431826251446292354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dumplings for Mama's chicken and dumplings always started out in this wooden bowl.  Stay tuned for the recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-3617812797935132311?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3617812797935132311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-mamas-kitchen-tools-of-trade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/3617812797935132311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/3617812797935132311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-mamas-kitchen-tools-of-trade.html' title='My Mama&apos;s Kitchen - Tools of the Trade'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S2G5Q9C8v4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/_nkwBhV9TMA/s72-c/spoons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-3896554509316565607</id><published>2010-01-27T20:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:41:07.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>Funny of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/npjOSLCR2hE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/npjOSLCR2hE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;I think this sketch might be the reason I've had as many as six cockatiels at at time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-3896554509316565607?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3896554509316565607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/3896554509316565607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/3896554509316565607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-of-day.html' title='Funny of the Day'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-2385316508505711545</id><published>2010-01-22T15:47:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:26:05.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I Like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscing'/><title type='text'>Rumour Has It</title><content type='html'>This is who I wanted to be in 1977:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S1oVmdAwcxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rYDQN15ztMo/s1600-h/rumours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S1oVmdAwcxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rYDQN15ztMo/s320/rumours.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429676051115569938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The one on the right, Stevie Nicks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is circa 1997 or so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S1oV94Q3UxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GcDJmcSt56g/s1600-h/the+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S1oV94Q3UxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GcDJmcSt56g/s320/the+dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429676453567877906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I still want to be her, former cocaine habit and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's something on my wish list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S1oWxV2qBnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PNvmDWP-r-w/s1600-h/buckingham+nicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S1oWxV2qBnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PNvmDWP-r-w/s320/buckingham+nicks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429677337684346482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album has never been released on CD.   My copy of this album went to that great vinyl repository in the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-2385316508505711545?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2385316508505711545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/rumour-has-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2385316508505711545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2385316508505711545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/rumour-has-it.html' title='Rumour Has It'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S1oVmdAwcxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rYDQN15ztMo/s72-c/rumours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-4519307033759066423</id><published>2010-01-20T16:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:20:09.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun with words'/><title type='text'>Fun with words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S1dy_TFSh0I/AAAAAAAAALg/3koDivP2s-Q/s1600-h/LF_Word_new.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 65px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S1dy_TFSh0I/AAAAAAAAALg/3koDivP2s-Q/s320/LF_Word_new.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428934307598206786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somniloquy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;The act or habit of talking while asleep.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-4519307033759066423?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4519307033759066423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-with-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/4519307033759066423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/4519307033759066423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-with-words.html' title='Fun with words'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S1dy_TFSh0I/AAAAAAAAALg/3koDivP2s-Q/s72-c/LF_Word_new.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-7838691504421437067</id><published>2010-01-19T21:08:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:22:58.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><title type='text'>Robert B. Parker 1932-2010</title><content type='html'>Robert Parker died yesterday.  He wrote the Spenser detective books, Jesse Stone series, and Sunny Randall series, among others - over 60 in all, which have kept me company since I started reading them in 1985.  I spent a couple of years "Up in the Air" in the 80s, and I was never without a Robert Parker paperback in my consulting audit bag. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all things Robert Parker, go &lt;a href="http://www.bulletsandbeer.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.fictiondb.com/author/robert-b-parker%7Eseries-list%7E22545.htm"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest in Peace, Dr. Parker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S1Z2iVcKjbI/AAAAAAAAALY/hKGFKkfQ_Ek/s320/Robert+Parker.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; width: 69px; height: 80px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428656733084618162" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-7838691504421437067?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7838691504421437067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/7838691504421437067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/7838691504421437067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-again.html' title='Robert B. Parker 1932-2010'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/S1Z2iVcKjbI/AAAAAAAAALY/hKGFKkfQ_Ek/s72-c/Robert+Parker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-2331433010069811668</id><published>2009-11-19T09:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:15:38.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 recipes in 30 days'/><title type='text'>Hawaiian Chicken</title><content type='html'>Here begins the 30 recipes in 30 days project.  Be advised that this cook (and I use that term loosely) is a strong Southern Belle and therefore will be posting a small number of recipes with (brace yourself) Jello in them.  One cannot have a recipe collection without congealed salads.  So, on those days, if you really can't stomach (yes, there may be puns) the thought of food that jiggles, go read &lt;a href="http://peopleofwalmart.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/thursdaynightsmackdown.com/2009/11/18/top-chef-vegas-11/#more-2496"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and come back on a non-J-E-L-L-O day.  I'll leave the light on for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAWAIIAN CHICKEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2  8-ounce cans pineapple slices in pineapple juice&lt;br /&gt;1 TBS all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;4  4-ounce skinless, boneless chicken-breast halves&lt;br /&gt;1 TBS salad oil&lt;br /&gt;1 TBS honey&lt;br /&gt;1 TBS teriyaki sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp dried, chopped chives&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp pepper&lt;br /&gt;fresh chives for garnish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 minutes before serving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drain pineapple slices, reserving 1/4 cup juice.  Cut pineapple slices into quarters; set pineapple juice aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On waxed paper, mix flour and salt, use to coat chicken breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10-inch skillet over medium heat, in hot salad oil, cook chicken breasts until golden and fork-tender, about 10 minutes, turning once.  Remove the chicken breasts to a warm platter; keep warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into drippings in skillet stir honey, teriyaki sauce, dried chives, pepper, and reserved pineapple juice.  Over high heat, heat to boiling; boil 30 seconds.  Add pineapple; heat through.  Pour sauce over chicken; garnish with fresh chives.  Makes 4 servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each serving:  About 240 calories, 5 mg fat, 65 mg cholesterol, 515 mg sodium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes nicely with rice pilaf, steamed broccoli, and whole wheat biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friend Donna Linkfield for making this for us MANY years ago in Clearwater, FL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5203393901702665-2331433010069811668?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2331433010069811668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/hawaiian-chicken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2331433010069811668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2331433010069811668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/hawaiian-chicken.html' title='Hawaiian Chicken'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-7508161262475629050</id><published>2009-11-05T08:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:00:53.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I Like'/><title type='text'>What I'm Listening to Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHLC-EimdAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHLC-EimdAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/5203393901702665-7508161262475629050?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7508161262475629050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-im-listening-to-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/7508161262475629050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/7508161262475629050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-im-listening-to-now.html' title='What I&apos;m Listening to Now'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-5541314969564003155</id><published>2009-11-04T12:06:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:22:18.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I Like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>It's Not Coke Zero but...</title><content type='html'>Today I'm drinking this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SvG1JpPfGZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3CZYzgbvczU/s1600-h/tab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SvG1JpPfGZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3CZYzgbvczU/s320/tab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400296605488191890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was also part of my breakfast of champions in 1980 when size 5 was starting to look a lot like size 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT this is my breakfast beverage of choice currently (no, they don't sell these at Starbucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SvG2BqF9JsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-RzUfVqlI4I/s1600-h/coke+zero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SvG2BqF9JsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-RzUfVqlI4I/s320/coke+zero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400297567789328066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, when it's $2 a 12-pack and three days until payday, this is actually a very reasonable facsimile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SvG2wcononI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hcSFFIBLMBw/s1600-h/samscokezero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SvG2wcononI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hcSFFIBLMBw/s320/samscokezero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400298371630473842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being from the South means never having to drink coffee in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/pbo223/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-5541314969564003155?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5541314969564003155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-coke-zero-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5541314969564003155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5541314969564003155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-coke-zero-but.html' title='It&apos;s Not Coke Zero but...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SvG1JpPfGZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3CZYzgbvczU/s72-c/tab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-2181667680146146629</id><published>2009-11-02T08:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:29:47.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>We're not big board game players at our house, but thanks to our new darling in-law we have a new card game we like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Su7kAL7_enI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5xI2nbTybH4/s1600-h/phase+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Su7kAL7_enI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5xI2nbTybH4/s320/phase+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399503695119350386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by the same people who made UNO, it's easy to learn and fun for all ages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-2181667680146146629?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2181667680146146629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2181667680146146629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2181667680146146629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Su7kAL7_enI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5xI2nbTybH4/s72-c/phase+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-1909286007834642073</id><published>2009-10-31T13:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:50:30.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>What the Well-Dressed Germophobe is Wearing This Halloween</title><content type='html'>Who would want to wear this mask for Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sux3rpLAN6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/P94Uk3OZ1oQ/s320/obama+mask.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 80px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398821644980467618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when EVERYONE knows the best-dressed goblins will be wearing this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sux4qdAl23I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5-5Jf0T1QRM/s320/smudge_masks.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 138px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398822724047330162" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you get your vaccine yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-1909286007834642073?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1909286007834642073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-well-dressed-germophobe-is-wearing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/1909286007834642073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/1909286007834642073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-well-dressed-germophobe-is-wearing.html' title='What the Well-Dressed Germophobe is Wearing This Halloween'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sux3rpLAN6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/P94Uk3OZ1oQ/s72-c/obama+mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-2649987307488734516</id><published>2009-10-30T08:33:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:03:40.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Labors of Like</title><content type='html'>Last night I made buns to go with my Derby City chicken salad (payday lunch!).  I used my bread machine to make the dough before I baked it in the oven; hence a labor of like as opposed to a labor of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SureJxyXdGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Zon_vepjRXM/s1600-h/homemade+hamburger+rolls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SureJxyXdGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Zon_vepjRXM/s320/homemade+hamburger+rolls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398371362921739362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the finished product.  I used more sugar than the recipe called for but added a little whole wheat flour, so yeah, totally evened out on the healthometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe was designed to be baked in a bread machine, but my machine turns perfectly good bread dough into a semi-baked load of crap.  So, using the dough setting on the machine (Many thanks to my McKids' late grandmother for giving me a top-of-the-line machine back in 1992 that still makes great dough), here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homemade Hamburger Buns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-1/4 cups milk, slightly warmed to around 80 degrees&lt;br /&gt;1 egg, beaten&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cups sugar up to 1/3 cup&lt;br /&gt;2 tbs butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;3/4 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;3-3/4 cup bread flour (I used 3/4 cup whole wheat flour)&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 tsp yeast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add ingredients to bread machine in order of list.  Set bread machine to dough setting, then check your facebook status, have a nice cocktail, or sort your sock drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dough cycle is finished, knead the dough on a slightly floured surface a few times, basically to coat the outside of the dough with flour.   Separate into 12 pieces (or in the case of yesterday, 11, since one went on the floor, which was not clean enough for the 5-second rule).  Shape pieces into rolls, brush the top with some milk or butter (either is good) and let rise on the top of the stove for 30 minutes.  Bake ABOUT 15 minutes in a 350-degree oven until tops are brown.  YMMV on length of baking.  Check after 10 minutes, then every minute or so after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, hide rolls from bread thieves until dinner, and serve with hamburgers or any sandwich filling of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  If you want to make these the old-fashioned way, try &lt;a href=" http://www.breadinfo.com/hand.shtml"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;.  It's harder, but your family may love you more and be ever the more thankful.  (Sure, get back to me on that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-2649987307488734516?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2649987307488734516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/labors-of-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2649987307488734516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2649987307488734516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/labors-of-like.html' title='Labors of Like'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SureJxyXdGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Zon_vepjRXM/s72-c/homemade+hamburger+rolls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-8826213827659483131</id><published>2009-10-29T09:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:42:24.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top chef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><title type='text'>Liveblogging Top Chef Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>The Thursday Night Smackdown Lady is liveblogging Top Chef Las Vegas.  Read about it &lt;a href="http://thursdaynightsmackdown.com/2009/10/28/top-chef-vegas-9/#more-2320"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need a legend for the cheftestants as she (and I) could not remember any of their names until just recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiv =  Jennifer (the tightly wound blonde)&lt;br /&gt;Robin = Robin (she's the sympathy chef "I beat cancer twice"  blah blah blah)&lt;br /&gt;Brothers Michael and Brian = one's an a-hole, one's cuter and nicer.&lt;br /&gt;Weed = that other Mike with the bad tan&lt;br /&gt;Beardie = Kevin (just give the title to him already)&lt;br /&gt;Not Jonah Hill = Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her blog is not family friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-8826213827659483131?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8826213827659483131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/liveblogging-top-chef-las-vegas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8826213827659483131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8826213827659483131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/liveblogging-top-chef-las-vegas.html' title='Liveblogging Top Chef Las Vegas'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-5883243653217149711</id><published>2009-10-28T13:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:58:13.662-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I Like'/><title type='text'>More Stuff I Like</title><content type='html'>This album (back in the vinyl days),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuiBVJuE7aI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Q3wOeZJfr_A/s1600-h/keith+jarrett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuiBVJuE7aI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Q3wOeZJfr_A/s320/keith+jarrett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397706353789955490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lovely bottle of wine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some long-forgotten, man-cooked dinner made for a very romantic evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-5883243653217149711?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5883243653217149711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-stuff-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5883243653217149711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5883243653217149711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-stuff-i-like.html' title='More Stuff I Like'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuiBVJuE7aI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Q3wOeZJfr_A/s72-c/keith+jarrett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-8986282448656112294</id><published>2009-10-28T09:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:46:50.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I Like'/><title type='text'>Stuff I Like</title><content type='html'>Many years ago, some friends of mine served this snack at a gathering, and I've been eating it ever since.  Somewhere in the healthy spectrum closer to crudités than chip and dip, and who doesn't get tired of eating carrot sticks dipped in ranch dressing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuhIhpO6x1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/VkBjM4Cco3U/s1600-h/pickles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuhIhpO6x1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/VkBjM4Cco3U/s320/pickles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397643896244848466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuhIdweC__I/AAAAAAAAAJY/oUuItCTL4N4/s1600-h/crackers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuhIdweC__I/AAAAAAAAAJY/oUuItCTL4N4/s320/crackers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397643829467873266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuhIaHqfcmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/tvozSE8Ko1U/s1600-h/cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuhIaHqfcmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/tvozSE8Ko1U/s320/cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397643766974607970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slice the pickles and cheese and arrange on a platter with the Triscuits.  Farmer's cheese is pretty bland on its own but works well with the pickles and crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Appétit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-8986282448656112294?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8986282448656112294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/stuff-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8986282448656112294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8986282448656112294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/stuff-i-like.html' title='Stuff I Like'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuhIhpO6x1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/VkBjM4Cco3U/s72-c/pickles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-5585669224553789674</id><published>2009-10-27T10:21:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:54:02.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscing'/><title type='text'>Donuts in my day</title><content type='html'>Someone from a research study here in the hospital kindly brought in Dunkin Donuts this morning.  I wished immediately they had been Krispy Kremes, ingrate that I tend to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I sat licking the glaze off my fingers, it occurred to me that when I was a child, getting donuts was a big dang deal, not an entitlement, and happened only occasionally.  Donut magic for me was Delta Donut in my hometown, Clarksdale, and because it's now the Blues Mecca (who knew?!), Urbanspoon has been there, eaten that, and written a review.  Read about it &lt;a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/211/1443001/restaurant/Mississippi/Delta-Donut-Clarksdale"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it looked like this 30 years ago too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SucItT2qhhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lyo9nuKRP1I/s1600-h/delta+donut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SucItT2qhhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lyo9nuKRP1I/s320/delta+donut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397292252943517202" 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/5203393901702665-5585669224553789674?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5585669224553789674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/donuts-in-my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5585669224553789674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5585669224553789674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/donuts-in-my-day.html' title='Donuts in my day'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SucItT2qhhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lyo9nuKRP1I/s72-c/delta+donut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-2889999738842158408</id><published>2009-10-26T21:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:44:25.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Napoleon Dynamite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to a guy with skills.  Jon Heder is 32 today.  What's he going to do on his birthday? Whatever he feels like he wants to do, gosh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZOuKCsBVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QoVAvrMh7b4/s1600-h/Napoleon+Dynamite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZOuKCsBVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QoVAvrMh7b4/s320/Napoleon+Dynamite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397087758326695250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-2889999738842158408?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2889999738842158408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-napoleon-dynamite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2889999738842158408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2889999738842158408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-napoleon-dynamite.html' title='Happy Birthday Napoleon Dynamite'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZOuKCsBVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QoVAvrMh7b4/s72-c/Napoleon+Dynamite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-2607037169780168036</id><published>2009-06-14T22:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:41:24.073-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top chef'/><title type='text'>Liveblogging Top Chef Masters</title><content type='html'>The Thursday Night Smackdown Lady is back, and this time she's liveblogging the Top Chef Masters.  Read about it &lt;a href="http://thursdaynightsmackdown.com/2009/06/10/top-chef-masters/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-2607037169780168036?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2607037169780168036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/liveblogging-top-chef-masters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2607037169780168036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2607037169780168036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/liveblogging-top-chef-masters.html' title='Liveblogging Top Chef Masters'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-3807830049782130416</id><published>2009-06-14T12:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:47:07.121-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Living Behind the Library</title><content type='html'>The only thing better than living behind the library would be living behind the library with a snowcone stand next door.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the library I live behind.  On a street appropriately named "Literary Circle."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SjUsbXMiCSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nB3Ykrcy5As/s320/beaumont+library.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 87px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347228981166999842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the books I have on hold there right now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Home Safe &lt;/i&gt; by Elizabeth Berg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Story Sisters &lt;/i&gt;by Alice Hoffman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lovers &lt;/i&gt;by John Connolly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Handle with Care &lt;/i&gt;by Jodi Picoult&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wicked Prey &lt;/i&gt;by John Sandford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Scarecrow &lt;/i&gt;by Michael Connelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Elizabeth Berg novel has arrived so I'll just throw on my Birks and stroll over to pick it up.  I love being the library's neighbor.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-3807830049782130416?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3807830049782130416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/living-behind-library.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/3807830049782130416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/3807830049782130416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/living-behind-library.html' title='Living Behind the Library'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SjUsbXMiCSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nB3Ykrcy5As/s72-c/beaumont+library.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-5510149583273192938</id><published>2009-06-14T09:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:36:50.981-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Flag Day!</title><content type='html'>Flag Day has always been MY favorite holiday of the year.  It's not much of a holiday you might think, sandwiched there somewhere between the mega three-day weekends of Independence Day and Memorial Day, but important to our country nevertheless.  You won't even get a day off unless you live in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, which is the only state which recognizes it as a state holiday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what is Flag Day?  Flag Day commemorates the adoption of the flag of the United States, ich happened on June 14 by resolution of the Second Continental Congress in 1777.  I believe there was no bailout money that year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;President Woodrow Wilson issued a proclamation naming June 14 Flag Day in 1916, and National Flag Day was established in 1949 by an Act of Congress (no bailout money here either).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could find a copy of this poster I think I'd buy it.&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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SjT-ZR6hWxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SgaFeUxKbcM/s320/250px-US_Flag_Day_poster_1917.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347178367854664466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which reminds me.  We need to hang our flag pole bracket up on the new rental dwelling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Flag Day!&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/5203393901702665-5510149583273192938?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5510149583273192938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-flag-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5510149583273192938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5510149583273192938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-flag-day.html' title='Happy Flag Day!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SjT-ZR6hWxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SgaFeUxKbcM/s72-c/250px-US_Flag_Day_poster_1917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-552693158476837169</id><published>2009-06-07T22:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:35:06.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil in the Details</title><content type='html'>I posted yesterday the "post mortem" of my move from one rental house to another.  I used what I thought was an analogy to Twitter to sum up the experience.  But here's the thing:  Twitter allows 140 characters, NOT 140 words as I thought.  So I guess I should edit my last post to follow the Twitter rule.  So, here goes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not enough paper boxes.  Not enough walkthrough.  Put boxes in garage and basement on shuffle, then randomize.  Move couches.  Sit.  Order takeout.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twitter sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-552693158476837169?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/552693158476837169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/devil-in-details.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/552693158476837169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/552693158476837169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/devil-in-details.html' title='Devil in the Details'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-2535361573425111345</id><published>2009-06-06T18:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:31:22.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Post-Mortem, Twitter Style</title><content type='html'>Twitter only gives you 140 words or fewer to express your most wondrous thoughts.  I don't tweet but I think I can sum up the move in the same number of words...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More paper boxes than fewer.  Don't discard all the box lids,  just most.  If you have a staging area for things you don't need THAT DAY, use that.  We put "I'll need this next week" boxes in the garage.  But they have to come out of there eventually so we can put actual cars there.  We haven't made our kitchen totally functional yet, not good.  Too much take out food money down the drain.  My pre-move-in walkthrough skills could use some work.  No upstairs A/C for a week sucks.  I've found most everything that was "misplaced" in the move and nothing much got destroyed from there to here.  All in all, I just hope we get our deposit back from the other place.  And now my un-tweet is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My childhood librarian would be so happy that I've moved myself and my girls (and yes, Rick too) into the library's back yard.  I know I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5203393901702665-2535361573425111345?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2535361573425111345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/moving-post-mortem-twitter-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2535361573425111345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2535361573425111345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/moving-post-mortem-twitter-style.html' title='Moving Post-Mortem, Twitter Style'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-123491015937443272</id><published>2009-05-25T09:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:15:01.689-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>Mammoth Cave - Sort of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Took the family to Mammoth Cave yesterday.  Here's what I thought we'd see:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ShqjFGaYv5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DWitZ8V3tRc/s320/Mammoth+cave+stalagmites.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339759616217104274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what we actually saw:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Shql7urYeyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2x3fyOyO0z4/s320/IMG_1126.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339762753761999650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's what happens when YOU DON'T MAKE RESERVATIONS AHEAD OF TIME.  So then, this happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Shqm8JxmeHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qZgGecvmZ8A/s320/You+are+now+leaving+Mammoth+cave.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339763860547467378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't matter.  We had a great day.&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/5203393901702665-123491015937443272?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/123491015937443272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/05/mammoth-cave-sort-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/123491015937443272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/123491015937443272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/05/mammoth-cave-sort-of.html' title='Mammoth Cave - Sort of'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ShqjFGaYv5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DWitZ8V3tRc/s72-c/Mammoth+cave+stalagmites.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-2895506158370118899</id><published>2009-05-20T21:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:32:02.345-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>The Mother of All Moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The family is on the move, time is short, and there's no time for elegance.  Here's my recipe for a quickie in-town move when you absolutely, positively have to be out by the end of the month.  This also works if, like me, you are temporarily restricted to lifting no more than 5 pounds at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ShSyyEkyJVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7oAf3MNNOU4/s1600-h/clothes+basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ShSyyEkyJVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7oAf3MNNOU4/s320/clothes+basket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338088031632106834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Any version clothes basket will do as long as it is fairly heavy-duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ShSzcXkI_aI/AAAAAAAAAHM/loh9kiq8_j8/s1600-h/file+boxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ShSzcXkI_aI/AAAAAAAAAHM/loh9kiq8_j8/s320/file+boxes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338088758284189090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With or without tops - just for transport, remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ShS0ENri3nI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vM_0f9g9FWc/s1600-h/black+garbage+bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 103px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ShS0ENri3nI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vM_0f9g9FWc/s320/black+garbage+bags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338089442825657970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everything can be moved in a clothes basket, file box, black bag, or carried to your new place in the hatchback or trunk of your car except the larger items that you will need movers or a moving truck for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the moves that seem the MOST chaotic cause the least amount of stress.  Maybe I could get some bailout money to do a research study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-2895506158370118899?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2895506158370118899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-of-all-moves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2895506158370118899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2895506158370118899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-of-all-moves.html' title='The Mother of All Moves'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ShSyyEkyJVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7oAf3MNNOU4/s72-c/clothes+basket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-2482760346495726496</id><published>2009-05-16T16:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:32:29.300-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><title type='text'>Back to Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been busy around the ranch.  I'm still convalescing from an interesting health adventure, I've started a new job, and we're moving to a new rental house where we can actually unpack all the boxes that have been packed up since the summer of 2005.  I think I'll call this the Perfect Storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm letting the emergency brake off and once I can get a friend to give me a push, I'll pop the clutch, and get this blog rolling down the hill and running once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-2482760346495726496?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2482760346495726496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2482760346495726496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2482760346495726496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to Blogging'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-1038780270869086432</id><published>2009-04-17T23:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:22:55.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Adding Another New Address to the List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that I'm marginally back in the saddle (still no driving, but back to raising hell), it's time to find a new rental house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Coach Calipari's new house (yes, the University of Kentucky's Coach Calipari) here in Lexington.  I didn't care for the tile in the 6th bathroom so I decided to keep looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SelJBCy2T8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/jf_zCQ582sc/s1600-h/698-090416CalipariHouseacb040.slideshow_main.prod_affiliate.79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SelJBCy2T8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/jf_zCQ582sc/s320/698-090416CalipariHouseacb040.slideshow_main.prod_affiliate.79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325868316621164482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We are happy that we are not apartment hunting in Hong Kong where this actual apartment complex exists.  Click &lt;a href="http://photomichaelwolf.com/100x100/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for pictures of 100 apartments, each one containing only 100 sq ft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's potential lease number 1.  Let the games begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SelNhJmvIuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iH63YlOs2z4/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SelNhJmvIuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iH63YlOs2z4/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325873266251735778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-1038780270869086432?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1038780270869086432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/adding-another-new-address-to-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/1038780270869086432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/1038780270869086432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/adding-another-new-address-to-list.html' title='Adding Another New Address to the List'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SelJBCy2T8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/jf_zCQ582sc/s72-c/698-090416CalipariHouseacb040.slideshow_main.prod_affiliate.79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-5668919930107845672</id><published>2009-04-12T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:01:23.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed for Renovations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Watch this space for reopening later on this April 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-5668919930107845672?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5668919930107845672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/closed-for-renovations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5668919930107845672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5668919930107845672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/closed-for-renovations.html' title='Closed for Renovations'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-3237529057479627498</id><published>2009-04-06T15:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:06:26.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>Who needs Molly Maids?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The slacker in me loves loves loves this video.  But I keep losing my laundry baskets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/2223003/how_to_tidy_up_in_three_minutes.swf" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2223003/how_to_tidy_up_in_three_minutes/"&gt;How To Tidy Up in Three Minutes - video powered by Metacafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Thanks to Paul Michael of wisebread.com, a favorite blog of min&lt;/span&gt;e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-3237529057479627498?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3237529057479627498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-needs-molly-maids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/3237529057479627498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/3237529057479627498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-needs-molly-maids.html' title='Who needs Molly Maids?'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-5740295879747137201</id><published>2009-04-05T20:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:00:08.027-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>"Who do you think I am anyway, the Shell Answer Man?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A question my children have heard me say a thousand times in response to another unanswerable demand for information...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, little darlings, and anyone who wasn't around in the 70s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Energybulletin.net, February 22, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He) was part of a television advertising campaign by Shell Oil Co. back in the 1970s, in reaction to the oil shocks and gasoline shortages of that era. The Shell Answer Man was a nice-looking, pleasant-sounding fellow who would appear on the TV screen to ask and answer basic questions about driving in general and gasoline in particular.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With simple language, and in a disarming and folksy manner, the man from Shell would explain things that related to fuel usage, like how proper tire inflation was good for your gas mileage. Or he would discuss how “jackrabbit starts” wasted gasoline. Over a period of time, there were a variety of topical ads along those lines. If you were somewhat savvy about driving an automobile, there was nothing particularly new or revealing in the message. But if you were what we might characterize, with all due respect, as the “average consumer,” blissfully dwelling in energy La-La Land, then the Shell Answer Man offered some good advice. Well, it was good advice if you followed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Shell Answer Man (but not as I remember him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SdlNy1x6NAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ddyl8G0Ig3Y/s1600-h/don.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SdlNy1x6NAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ddyl8G0Ig3Y/s320/don.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321369970540164098" 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/5203393901702665-5740295879747137201?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5740295879747137201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-do-you-think-i-am-anyway-shell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5740295879747137201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5740295879747137201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-do-you-think-i-am-anyway-shell.html' title='&quot;Who do you think I am anyway, the Shell Answer Man?&quot;'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SdlNy1x6NAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ddyl8G0Ig3Y/s72-c/don.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-2803755057631189695</id><published>2009-04-05T14:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:15:40.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>I want some of  this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this street snack being scarfed up by Anthony Bourdain in Cairo on one of his episodes recently, and as I am a big fan of one-bowl meals, I want some of this.  It is called kushari and this photo sort of looks like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SdkBOOer-cI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nVXeVycCkJY/s1600-h/kuchari.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SdkBOOer-cI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nVXeVycCkJY/s320/kuchari.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321285778631555522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is made of lentils, rice, pasta, onions, tomato paste, hot paste (hot peppers), and vinegar.  All social classes enjoy this street food.  It looks a bit like Skyline chili to me, the 5-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No recipe yet, but I met an Egyptian physician recently whom I hope will share his (or his wife's) recipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Skyline Chili here in Lexington, but the Gold Star is a reasonable facsimile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming tomorrow:  Who is the Shell Answer Man anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-2803755057631189695?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2803755057631189695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-some-of-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2803755057631189695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2803755057631189695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-some-of-this.html' title='I want some of  this'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SdkBOOer-cI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nVXeVycCkJY/s72-c/kuchari.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-5356621708042400520</id><published>2009-04-04T17:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:18:00.874-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Eclair Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This recipe came from one of my favorite caregivers from the big kids' day care back in the day.  Her name was Miss Cindy and we've always loved this "cake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather up these ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SdfMfiSpVRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PL1TGpE8oqU/s1600-h/IMG_2719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SdfMfiSpVRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PL1TGpE8oqU/s320/IMG_2719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320946326914553106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate Eclair Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3 Cups milk (2% works best)&lt;br /&gt;2 small packages instant pudding - chocolate or french vanilla.  (french vanilla if you want the real "chocolate eclair" effect)&lt;br /&gt;1 tub cool whip, thawed.&lt;br /&gt;1 box graham crackers&lt;br /&gt;1 can chocolate frosting&lt;br /&gt;1 shaker sprinkles, optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix milk and pudding with whisk until thick, about 2 minutes.  Pour in cool whip and stir well.&lt;br /&gt;In a 13x9" pan, place a layer of whole graham crackers, half the pudding/cool whip mixture, another layer of graham crackers, the other half of the pudding mixture, another layer of graham crackers. Then warm up the frosting in the microwave (about three 10-second bursts) until it just barely pours out of the can onto the top layer of graham crackers. Smooth it over the top and shake on as many sprinkles as you like.  Refrigerate for 12 hours before serving or until you can't stand it and have to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then it looks like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SdfNq3fyMXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RmwtmKOPvx0/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SdfNq3fyMXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RmwtmKOPvx0/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320947621096993138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is going over to Aunt Shirley's for Palm Sunday Eve dinner.  I'll try to get a photo of a piece "on the plate" and post later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe says it should be refrigerated for 12 hours before eating.  Hah.  Who can wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-5356621708042400520?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5356621708042400520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolate-eclair-cake_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5356621708042400520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5356621708042400520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolate-eclair-cake_04.html' title='Chocolate Eclair Cake'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SdfMfiSpVRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PL1TGpE8oqU/s72-c/IMG_2719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-6707106586829926149</id><published>2009-04-04T12:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:23:18.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Eclair Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Recipe and pictures coming up directly.  Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-6707106586829926149?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6707106586829926149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolate-eclair-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/6707106586829926149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/6707106586829926149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolate-eclair-cake.html' title='Chocolate Eclair Cake'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-3986755710892820031</id><published>2009-04-03T15:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:27:32.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscing'/><title type='text'>Return to Sender</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I was living in Knoxville a couple of years ago, I applied for a job as a transcriptionist for the sheriff's department.  I probably would have gotten the job, being an awesome transcriptionist and all; however, one of the requirements on the application was that you had to list every address at which you had lived since the age of 18, and you must include the entire address including the zip code.  WELL.  I had a clear visual of each and every place but as to the address...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what my application would have looked like, in reverse order starting with the address where I was at the time I would have applied for the job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;400 Hitchcock Way, Knoxville, Apt. No. Kill Me Now.  No one should put 2 adults and 4 children and one 90-pound dog in 1100 sq. ft.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3xx3 San Pedro St., Paradise, FL.  2-1/2 blocks from Tampa Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2409 Old Coach Trail, Paradise, FL.  Gillian's first home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sean, Mollie, Shannon, and my favorite apt, NE Coachman Rd, Paradise FL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4th at 4th, Safety Harbor, FL.  Close to the Christmas Parade!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shannon's Birthplace Condo, St. Pete. FL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feather Sound Apt., St. Pete, FL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shamrock House, Tampa, FL.  Mollie's first home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;House on Tampa side of Tampa Bay off Bayshore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Royal Oak, MI house.  Sean's first home.  The "Levittown House"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hideous Estrella St. apartment, Tampa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barton House, Nashville.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Belle Meade duplex, Nashville.  Governor of TN and Minnie Pearl were neighbors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Murfreesboro Road apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woodmont Blvd. duplex - now an office building...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Metairie, LA apartment - victim of Katrina.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Orleans duplex close to City Park - victim of Katrina.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;East New Orleans apartment - victim of Katrina.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;College apartment across from Bolivar County Hospital, Cleveland, MS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;College apartment in former church.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First ever home of my own: tiny, furnished apartment near Delta State University.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since then, I've added 3 more addresses to that list, with yet a 4th soon to come. One learns to pick and choose one's treasures carefully when you move them around frequently.  I'm moving china around I picked out at 16 that I don't really love any more, but my daughter does, so that matters.  I off loaded a bunch of books that I love but are replaceable.  My granny quilts and my photographs get packed up first, kitchen appliances and cooking implements last.  (priorities, priorities).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my family left Florida for new adventures in more northern latitudes, we left with our things in a tractor trailer jammed full, our vehicles full with pull behind trailers.  My own comfort level for how much stuff to own is somewhere between Gandhi and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to live by the rule that one should be able to throw everything they can't do without into their car within 10 minutes and run for their life if they have to.  Obviously, this has more practical application in places with volcanoes, tsunamis, wild fires, and hurricanes.  But it does give you something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-3986755710892820031?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3986755710892820031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/return-to-sender.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/3986755710892820031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/3986755710892820031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/return-to-sender.html' title='Return to Sender'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-2144737873715847020</id><published>2009-03-29T17:55:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:46:56.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Breakfast Squirrel for the TNS Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've mentioned Michelle from Thursday Night Smackdown before.  She has a cookbook collection from which she makes delicious-y sounding food, which I will probably never cook because my recipe dance card of 12 things is as full as it has always been, but I do love to eat vicariously so I tend to tune in to check on what she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her latest post mentions chocolate cookies, her dogs, squirrels, Tyra Banks, and seems to convey the idea that happiness is indeed not a warm gun.  She never reads my blog so I'm going to offer her this recipe (she will never see it) which would solve her dogs vs squirrels vs chocolate cookies predicament.  I would say anyone who has had squirrel for breakfast would tend to think happiness starts with a warm gun and ends with breakfast served over grits.  But what do I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This recipe is courtesy of the Vashti Auxiliary in Thomasville Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Breakfast Squirrel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Squirrels - you must find someone to skin and clean these if you don't know how&lt;br /&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;Pepper&lt;br /&gt;Flour&lt;br /&gt;Cooking Oil&lt;br /&gt;Worcestershire Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Milk or Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt, pepper, and generously flour pieces. Preheat 1/4 inch cooking oil in heavy cast iron skillet on medium high heat. Fry until golden brown or about 10-15 minutes, usually turning once. Remove and drain on paper towels. Brown equal amounts of flour and pan drippings in skillet, stirring constantly to prevent lumping. Add 1 cup water or milk very gradually to each 2 tablespoons of flour used. Cook until thickened. Make enough to cover game. Correct seasonings with salt, pepper and Worcestershire sauce. Add game and simmer 1 hour or more, especially for squirrel. Serve over grits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 quail, 6 doves, or any combination can be substituted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I recommend a 20-gauge shotgun with large game (6 shot) shells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-2144737873715847020?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2144737873715847020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/breakfast-squirrel-for-tns-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2144737873715847020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2144737873715847020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/breakfast-squirrel-for-tns-lady.html' title='Breakfast Squirrel for the TNS Lady'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-5082682500396179587</id><published>2009-03-29T14:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:40:33.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things I Love About Knoxville*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;M and M Catering and Bar-B-Que Carryout&lt;/span&gt;.  Second ONLY to Abe's Barbeque in Clarksdale, Mississippi, my hometown, this is the next best barbeque I have ever put in my mouth.  Ribs, chicken, pulled pork, catfish on Fridays, they've got it.  Their sides are great:  Coleslaw, baked beans, potato salad, even mac and cheese and green beans.  1039 Summerwood Rd, off Middlebrook Pike.  865-692-1003.   Do NOT drive through Knoxville without checking this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Salon Visage Hair Salon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  I would fly from Fiji to get my hair done here.  Expensive.  Worth it.  Pictures to follow when I figure out how to use a flat iron.  The hair style I want requires it.  I bow to the superior intellect of the Drs. of Style-ology, Steve and Dustin.  865-694-4000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My precious niece Sara and her family lives in Knoxville.  They of course do not figure into a post starting out with "two things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-5082682500396179587?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5082682500396179587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-things-i-love-about-knoxville.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5082682500396179587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5082682500396179587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-things-i-love-about-knoxville.html' title='Two Things I Love About Knoxville*'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-6392821214333444337</id><published>2009-03-29T14:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:22:28.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>Luddites of the World, Unite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is reportedly one of the best GPS navigator units out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sc-6ae1PpKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sWWhSCzlQbQ/s1600-h/32815498-2-200-0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sc-6ae1PpKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sWWhSCzlQbQ/s320/32815498-2-200-0.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318674649063597218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a Garmin Nuvi and goes for around $539.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my navigation device:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sc-60kShF8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JFu1uV9OgyA/s1600-h/0528942018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sc-60kShF8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JFu1uV9OgyA/s320/0528942018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318675097205151682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid $7 for it and I never accidentally drive into a lake or take a wrong turn at Albuquerque.   If only I still had that built in compass in my car, I'd have it made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-6392821214333444337?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6392821214333444337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/luddites-of-world-unite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/6392821214333444337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/6392821214333444337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/luddites-of-world-unite.html' title='Luddites of the World, Unite'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sc-6ae1PpKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sWWhSCzlQbQ/s72-c/32815498-2-200-0.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-7647381997465703402</id><published>2009-03-27T20:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:43:43.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Mac and Cheese: Two Ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Somehow tonight we ended up with bag o'Caesar salad for dinner (not pictured) and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sc1zpDCmQ0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/LOHq_PPLohs/s1600-h/mac+and+cheese+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sc1zpDCmQ0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/LOHq_PPLohs/s320/mac+and+cheese+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318033884022457154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This, which the 9-year-old scarfed up (no salad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sc10HwM4X7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qGwhZBqPTX0/s1600-h/mac+and+cheese+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sc10HwM4X7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qGwhZBqPTX0/s320/mac+and+cheese+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318034411541258162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This, compliments of Giada De Laurentiis from the Food Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can put ham in this if you want, but really, it is quite perfect and totally decadent as an ovo-lacto vegetarian delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe.  It goes great with any movie on AMC on Friday night.  This feeds 4 very generously with plenty of leftovers for Saturday morning breakfast.  Come on.  You can't always eat cold pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:times new roman;" class="recipe-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Macaroni and Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;      &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recipe courtesy Giada De Laurentiis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:times new roman;" class="recipe-summary clrfix"&gt;    &lt;dl class="times"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prep Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="prep-time"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inactive Prep Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="wait-time"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cook Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="cook-time"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;    &lt;dl class="level"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Level:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="difficulty"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;    &lt;dl class="serves"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Serves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="yield"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 servings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;            &lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:times new roman;" class="rcp-wrap clrfix"&gt;     &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;!--concordance-begin--&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Butter, for greasing dish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12 ounces wide egg noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 cups heavy cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 1/2 cups whole milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 teaspoons all-purpose flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt, plus more for pasta water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 cups (packed) grated Fontina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3/4 cup (packed) finely grated Parmesan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3/4 cup (packed) grated mozzarella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 ounces cooked ham, diced, optional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 tablespoons finely chopped fresh Italian parsley leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;!--concordance-end--&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Preheat the oven to 450 degrees F.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Butter a 13 by 9-inch glass baking dish and set aside. Cook the noodles in a large pot of boiling salted water until tender but still firm to bite, stirring frequently, about 5 minutes. Drain well, but do not rinse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whisk the cream, milk, flour, 1/2 teaspoon salt, and pepper in large bowl to blend. Stir in 1 cup Fontina, 1/2 cup Parmesan, 1/2 cup mozzarella, ham, if using, and parsley. Add the noodles and toss to coat. Transfer the noodle mixture to the prepared baking dish. Toss the remaining 1 cup Fontina, 1/4 cup Parmesan, and 1/4 cup mozzarella in a small bowl to blend. Sprinkle the cheese mixture over the noodle mixture. Bake until the sauce bubbles and the cheese melts and begins to brown on top, about 20 minutes. Let stand for 10 minutes before serving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-7647381997465703402?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7647381997465703402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/mac-and-cheese-two-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/7647381997465703402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/7647381997465703402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/mac-and-cheese-two-ways.html' title='Mac and Cheese: Two Ways'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sc1zpDCmQ0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/LOHq_PPLohs/s72-c/mac+and+cheese+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-8871009667813686676</id><published>2009-03-26T17:24:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:03:55.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscing'/><title type='text'>Cars I Have Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I realized recently that I didn't really take "full body shots" (to quote Kip from "Napoleon Dynamite") of the cars of my youth.  Still, I paid for these with my very own money and were picked out by me (or in the case of the Cougar and Datsun, FOR me by my daddy).  I crammed as many as 3 children into the Honda Civic and it was with great regret that I gave it up for a huge monster truck that was great fun but not exactly practical for the 3 children and the honeymoon baby which followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Google Images for getting my motor running one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Scv07KeAZMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2FSQxSEKPHw/s1600-h/cougar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Scv07KeAZMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2FSQxSEKPHw/s320/cougar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317613082300671170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1974 Mercury Couger - Bucket seats, Floor shifter, so pretty!  Used my life savings for the down payment. $2300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Scv1ZtOtt_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/V-w5jWYV05U/s1600-h/datsun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Scv1ZtOtt_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/V-w5jWYV05U/s320/datsun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317613607027849202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1981 Datsun 210 - baby blue.  My daddy picked out a stick shift - what a trip that was.  about $6000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Scv1wj6HBMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JHhNBfxZE2M/s1600-h/accord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Scv1wj6HBMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JHhNBfxZE2M/s320/accord.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317613999662499010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1983 Honda Accord Hatchback - the first car to haul children around.  This car was approximately the same size as the current 2009 Civic, maybe smaller.  $8000 used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Scv2t3JkOKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1e8hEav9iIg/s1600-h/Honda-Civic_Hatchback_1992_thumbnail_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Scv2t3JkOKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1e8hEav9iIg/s320/Honda-Civic_Hatchback_1992_thumbnail_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317615052799621282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1992 Honda Civic - during a period of particular financial embarrassment, I bought this Civic which was the absolute bottom of the line.  Who knew you could get a car with no radio?  I drove it for over a year that way.  I think I paid about $8000 brand new (no radio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After a long hiatus of driving monster trucks and minivans, I'm back in a Honda, this time a Fit, the new incarnation of the subcompact offering from Honda.  This one does have a radio (and cruise control), and according to the advertisements, I can haul a llama around in the back if I configure the seats in a certain way.  Most likely, I'll just be coming back from Sam's after stocking up on canned tuna and bottled water for the coming Hard Times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Scv6mwX2goI/AAAAAAAAAEs/blFaQEoI3uM/s1600-h/BX_sport_34FRONT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Scv6mwX2goI/AAAAAAAAAEs/blFaQEoI3uM/s320/BX_sport_34FRONT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317619328767918722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And here's the llama/alpaca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Scv7EHilKQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eEoy_VoqZck/s1600-h/alpaca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Scv7EHilKQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eEoy_VoqZck/s320/alpaca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317619833203140866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm pretty sure they spit on your shoulder if you let them take a ride.  Ewww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-8871009667813686676?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8871009667813686676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/cars-i-have-loved.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8871009667813686676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8871009667813686676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/cars-i-have-loved.html' title='Cars I Have Loved'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Scv07KeAZMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2FSQxSEKPHw/s72-c/cougar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-5800621512658157358</id><published>2009-03-24T22:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:35:01.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>What I learned today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes it is better to buy some quarters and schlep clothes to the laundromat for a 2-hour laundry sprint than to spend 12 hours slogging through 26.2 loads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, homemade bread and butter makes a damn tasty supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-5800621512658157358?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5800621512658157358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-learned-today_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5800621512658157358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5800621512658157358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-learned-today_24.html' title='What I learned today'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-5878983514643431538</id><published>2009-03-24T08:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:35:32.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>Power Point Lesson at the Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lexington Public Library offers free computer courses several times a month. Today I am taking a refresher Power Point course, which is being covered in 2 days, this morning and tomorrow.  This was felt to be a good idea as I was reminded by a "friend" that the last time I used Power Point it was on a "coal-fired" PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll share any goodies I learn for the similarly unenlightened.  (see yesterday's post for my obtuse pun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-5878983514643431538?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5878983514643431538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/power-point-lesson-at-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5878983514643431538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5878983514643431538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/power-point-lesson-at-library.html' title='Power Point Lesson at the Library'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-8827602988032582701</id><published>2009-03-23T19:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:36:08.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>Finally, a tag I can snuggle up to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ScggI_SQkqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/slIpVqqiko0/s1600-h/7P.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ScggI_SQkqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/slIpVqqiko0/s320/7P.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316534698909930146" 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/5203393901702665-8827602988032582701?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8827602988032582701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-tag-i-can-snuggle-up-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8827602988032582701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8827602988032582701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-tag-i-can-snuggle-up-to.html' title='Finally, a tag I can snuggle up to'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ScggI_SQkqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/slIpVqqiko0/s72-c/7P.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-8301257554462516650</id><published>2009-03-22T22:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:36:45.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>What I learned today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kentucky has an economy equal to that of Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;California's economy is equal to that of France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-8301257554462516650?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8301257554462516650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-learned-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8301257554462516650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8301257554462516650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-learned-today.html' title='What I learned today'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-381865414203528590</id><published>2009-03-22T11:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:37:33.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>Falling off the wagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Not enough going on around here to post I guess.  No. 2 daughter and I saw "Know1ng" on Friday because if you're going to see an understated (and aren't they all) Nicolas Cage movie, you ought to see it the very first day it's released.  It was awesome if you like apocalyptic movies.  I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a "Twin Peaks" marathon on the Chiller network this weekend.  Didn't get it back in the 90s.  Still don't but I love it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a new house to rent.  Still cannot get over that 5 families lived in this house simultaneously before us.  Actually, considering the state of the dwelling upon our arrival, I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-381865414203528590?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/381865414203528590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/falling-off-wagon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/381865414203528590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/381865414203528590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/falling-off-wagon.html' title='Falling off the wagon'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-5983242567850623199</id><published>2009-03-19T16:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:22:32.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>What Did I Learn This Week?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like Joe Scarborough's show on MSNBC.  He may be a mainstream media hack but his voting record while he was a Congressman from Florida from 1995-2001 placed him squarely in a Libertarian state of mind (be still my beating heart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.  My favorite part of his show is at the end where he and his posse stand around and talk about what they learned that day on the show.  Yeah, I'm easily amused while I'm having my Raisin Bran and bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I learned (but not from Joe or from MSNBC) that the Palisades on the Hudson River outside New York City are one of the results of what happened when Pangaea split up about 200 trillion years ago (or ??? depending on who you ask) and formed the continents we are familiar with today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ScK0l91dtLI/AAAAAAAAADs/OhBFuY9-a3Q/s1600-h/L02_Pangaea_continents.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ScK0l91dtLI/AAAAAAAAADs/OhBFuY9-a3Q/s320/L02_Pangaea_continents.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315009074597573810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Became, among other things, this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ScK1PMa4Q8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/YPgkbvdKCFM/s1600-h/400px-Palisades_Sill_from_Palisades_Parkway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ScK1PMa4Q8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/YPgkbvdKCFM/s320/400px-Palisades_Sill_from_Palisades_Parkway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315009782887236546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-5983242567850623199?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5983242567850623199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-did-i-learn-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5983242567850623199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/5983242567850623199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-did-i-learn-this-week.html' title='What Did I Learn This Week?'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ScK0l91dtLI/AAAAAAAAADs/OhBFuY9-a3Q/s72-c/L02_Pangaea_continents.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-798225357434263104</id><published>2009-03-18T23:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:21:36.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>An Actual Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is an actual recipe circa 1980 that I got from my friend Geoff Davis whom I knew when I lived in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ScHE8kMxisI/AAAAAAAAADk/6jolBNonvW4/s1600-h/red+beans+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ScHE8kMxisI/AAAAAAAAADk/6jolBNonvW4/s320/red+beans+old.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314745580062345922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I can still cobble this together, although I believe today I would put some other sort of meat in it and some cajun spices, but in 1980 I was just barely out of the Mississippi Delta.  Change comes hard for southern girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red beans and rice are traditionally served on Mondays in New Orleans because that was laundry day and since beans took a long time to cook, they could be left to themselves while the laundry was being done.  This is how I remember it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see if I can jog my memory and post the 2.0 version real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1997, my little Shannon fell off a wrought iron railing in a video store in Clearwater Florida and smacked the back of her head on the concrete tile floor.  I called her doctor who didn't seem particularly worried but said watch her and if she vomits, bring her to the ER.  She did vomit, I did take her, they did a head CT, and she was fine with a mild concussion, something a lot of little kids end up with at one time or another. But this week's tragedy with Natasha Richardson is a warning that head injuries can be sneaky.  They can be nothing or they can be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-798225357434263104?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/798225357434263104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/actual-recipe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/798225357434263104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/798225357434263104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/actual-recipe.html' title='An Actual Recipe'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/ScHE8kMxisI/AAAAAAAAADk/6jolBNonvW4/s72-c/red+beans+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-7172162961869393772</id><published>2009-03-17T13:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:14:43.147-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>A Blog I Read Every Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday at SXSW, the 2009 Bloggies were announced.  The blog of the year was, of course, The Pioneer Woman, she deserves it, she's the goddess of mommy blogs, all hail Ree Drummond.  I like her blog but she scares me a little.  Her recipe section is great, however.  I kinda think she believes she is (wink, wink) just like us.  Plus I guess I was a little naive to think she actually designed and coded up her own blog.  Doesn't everyone use Blogger or Wordpress?  Spoken by a true amateur I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...the ones I was personally watching was the blog from the category Best-Kept Secret Weblog.  The winner was a nice little tight blog called Pistols and Popcorn, ANOTHER mommy blog about a backslud (backslidden, backslided?) Mormon lady with an interesting history living in an interesting neighborhood in Brooklyn, NY, with an interesting and precious (he really is) child and husband, you get it.  Sort of a less foul-mouthed Dooce.  Surely you've read Dooce.  She got bupkis this year, but it was her turn since she's got books and the Today show and a baby on the way and a precious 5-year-old, etc.  I DON't READ EITHER OF THESE.  MOMMY BLOGS sort of make me nauseous.  I don't think I'll ever past the mustard (I know it's muster, it's funner to say mustard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I  DO READ every day that was nominated but didn't win is a wonderful, profane little blog called Thursday Night Smackdown.  Michelle, the lady who writes this blog defies description except to say that she makes me want to cook from pretty cookbooks (and not the ones from the church ladies), she liveblogged Top Chef and made me almost pee my pants, and she makes me laugh out loud with almost every single post.  Only Cakewrecks (Best Food Blog) also wins that distinction.  And who doesn't want to laugh OUT LOUD every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG CAVEAT:  Michelle curses.  A LOT.  I overlook this easily because she is amusing and entertaining and is someone I wish I knew in real life.  Maybe not everyone would think so.  Don't read her blog if your sensibilities are easily offended.  But if you watched this season's Top Chef thinking FABIO!! every time he came on screen (this was how she referred to him in her live blog), and if you want to at least watch her cook beautiful, delicious-sounding food, and have a great time even when she's not cooking, give her a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to look up SXSW.  Pretentious pricks.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a recipe from a church ladies' cookbook soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-7172162961869393772?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7172162961869393772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-i-read-every-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/7172162961869393772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/7172162961869393772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-i-read-every-day.html' title='A Blog I Read Every Day'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-8718895279479439135</id><published>2009-03-16T10:09:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:38:58.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Corned Beef and Rutabagas - The Crock Pot Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was my birthday, and I didn't get the crock pot going until about 2 PM.  So, we didn't have corned beef last night, but we did eat up the homemade bread that was supposed to go with it.  The corned beef and rutabagas went into the refrigerator to be heated up and joined by more homemade bread tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sequence of events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sb5gh5cwtOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/slp2Se58nfE/s1600-h/corned+beef+and+rutabagas+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sb5gh5cwtOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/slp2Se58nfE/s320/corned+beef+and+rutabagas+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313790745817167074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with a 3-pound corned beef brisket.  It's full of "juice" and has a spice packet that you open up and throw in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sb5hTVI5SmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PTWe7RTS9c4/s1600-h/corned+beef+and+rutabagas+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sb5hTVI5SmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PTWe7RTS9c4/s320/corned+beef+and+rutabagas+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313791595063626338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cut up about 6 carrots (I peel mine cause they look purtier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and throw 'em in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sb5ifaN1o1I/AAAAAAAAADE/8vzUf8bzu-8/s1600-h/corned+beef+and+rutabagas+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sb5ifaN1o1I/AAAAAAAAADE/8vzUf8bzu-8/s320/corned+beef+and+rutabagas+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313792902096593746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a rutabaga.  It is a root vegetable.  Sort of looks like a turnip but that is where all resemblance ends.  Boiled up either in pot roast or by itself with butter and salt, this little baby is a taste treat.  And CHEAP, wait, I mean FRUGAL.  Throw those in on top of the carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not pictured in the class picture here are 6 medium large Yukon gold potatoes, scrubbed and cubed up.  I threw those in on top of the rutabagas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add enough water.  How much is enough water?  Leave a couple of inches or so from the top.  I overfilled mine and had to mop juice up off the counter.  Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it looked like in the Crock Pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sb5kOvJKUKI/AAAAAAAAADM/HcUbNkd__EM/s1600-h/corned+beef+and+rutabagas+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sb5kOvJKUKI/AAAAAAAAADM/HcUbNkd__EM/s320/corned+beef+and+rutabagas+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313794814679601314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And here's what it looked like this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sb5k1CI8kaI/AAAAAAAAADU/4TMrrz_Axyo/s1600-h/corned+beef+and+rutabagas+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sb5k1CI8kaI/AAAAAAAAADU/4TMrrz_Axyo/s320/corned+beef+and+rutabagas+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313795472614003106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crockpot Corned Beef and Rutabagas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corned Beef, about 3 pounds&lt;br /&gt;6 scrubbed and cubed gold or white potatoes&lt;br /&gt;6 carrots cut into pieces&lt;br /&gt;1 rutabaga, peeled and cubed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer ingredients in Crock Pot in this order: beef with juice and spices from package, carrots, rutabagas, potatoes.  Add enough water to cover up to about 2 inches from top.  Cover and cook on high for 8 hours or as indicated by your Crock Pot instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU MUST, you can substitute cabbage for rutabagas, but I would remove the meat and enough of the vegetables to make room in the Crock Pot to cook the cabbage and add the cabbage about an hour before serving, keeping the Crock Pot on high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-8718895279479439135?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8718895279479439135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/corned-beef-and-rutabagas-crock-pot-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8718895279479439135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/8718895279479439135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/corned-beef-and-rutabagas-crock-pot-way.html' title='Corned Beef and Rutabagas - The Crock Pot Way'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sb5gh5cwtOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/slp2Se58nfE/s72-c/corned+beef+and+rutabagas+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-3351919586592490812</id><published>2009-03-15T11:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:13:55.971-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Born On This Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In no particular order of significance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bret Michaels&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Bader Ginsburg&lt;br /&gt;Fabio&lt;br /&gt;Eva Longoria Parker&lt;br /&gt;Mike Tomlin&lt;br /&gt;will.i.am&lt;br /&gt;Alan Bean&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Bonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend from childhood's sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-3351919586592490812?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3351919586592490812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/born-on-this-date.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/3351919586592490812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/3351919586592490812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/born-on-this-date.html' title='Born On This Date'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-1267237224878986580</id><published>2009-03-13T00:02:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:12:12.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taste test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscing'/><title type='text'>When Life Gives you Lemon Yogurt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I did not learn to eat healthy growing up.  I learned to eat deliciously growing up.  I learned that adding salt pork and/or bacon to everything was essential to life itself.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I digress.  I learned just out of college from a co-worker who never ate anything except the lemon twists out of vodka martinis that lemon yogurt with Grape Nuts was an acceptable breakfast/lunch on the go.  I grew up thinking eggs, bacon, and biscuits was an acceptable breakfast on the go and a BLT was an acceptable lunch on the go.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dannon lemon yogurt was the yogurt of choice, Grape Nuts the Grape Nuts of choice.  Recently, given the mandate of eating more judiciously, I went searching for Dannon yogurt and was left wanting.  I did find that yogurt that makes you poop (Gee thanks, Jamie Lee Curtis) and 20 kinds of baby yogurt but no Dannon lemon. In a curious marketing strategy, Yoplait had three choices of lemon yogurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SbpVKfPbQvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QhqjKUBPuDQ/s1600-h/yogurt+brands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SbpVKfPbQvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QhqjKUBPuDQ/s320/yogurt+brands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312652349110174450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only the one kind of Grape Nuts, the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SbpWE35ttSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/W8jNTjst40k/s1600-h/grape+nuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SbpWE35ttSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/W8jNTjst40k/s320/grape+nuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312653352162407714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was eating them in the 80s, the box looked like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sbpao-jx2CI/AAAAAAAAACE/RiSjx7UWvE0/s1600-h/grape_nuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sbpao-jx2CI/AAAAAAAAACE/RiSjx7UWvE0/s320/grape_nuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312658370471254050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and was much smaller.  Anyway, you tore off the top of the yogurt cup, licked the top and ate a couple of spoonfuls to make a dent and then dumped in about a tablespoon of Grape Nuts or however much would fit before it spilled out and stirred it up.  Then you had to eat it before the Grape Nuts got soggy in the yogurt. Tasty and healthy, I guess.  Better than a mid-morning vodka martini with lemon twist or the ever-popular bacon with whatever else is lying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taste test coincided with cooking dinner so in a nutshell (or custard cup, as shown here), the results were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SbpcVGgXHRI/AAAAAAAAACU/L8obp8x6WDc/s1600-h/yoplait+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SbpcVGgXHRI/AAAAAAAAACU/L8obp8x6WDc/s320/yoplait+light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312660228030274834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yoplait Light - No fat, 110 calories, NO lemon of any kind in the actual yogurt.  Citrus-y flavor derived from ascorbic acid.  OK, not great.  Consistency runny.  Grade after adding the Grape Nuts:  B-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SbpfBOWzw3I/AAAAAAAAACc/tJRtnywVu64/s1600-h/yoplait+whips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SbpfBOWzw3I/AAAAAAAAACc/tJRtnywVu64/s320/yoplait+whips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312663185075192690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yoplait Whips - First of all, Yoplait's website says eating this is an extraordinary experience and it certainly was.  I spit this crapola out into my sink right on top of a bowl of froot loops one of my little darlings had not emptied out (you know who you are).  The website would not give me any nutritional facts and I threw the cup away but there was actual LEMON JUICE in the yogurt, which might sound like a good thing except it tasted like a big squirt of that nasty bottled lemon juice we all hide in our refrigerator went in there yesterday.  Also, "Whips" means there are 4 ounces in this, not 6, to lessen the agony for the same cost.  Consistency: Floating in the froot loops milk.  Grade: F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And the winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SbphRI_UR-I/AAAAAAAAACk/DNu5zsPCqFU/s1600-h/yoplait+thick%26creamy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SbphRI_UR-I/AAAAAAAAACk/DNu5zsPCqFU/s320/yoplait+thick%26creamy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312665657535645666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Yoplait Thick &amp;amp; Creamy - Fat 3.5 gm, 190 calories, lemon puree in the yogurt.  It had a nice creamy, pudding-like consistency and held the Grape Nuts in place as if they had been in the yogurt to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Everything melded together nicely.  Consistency very good.  Grade A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SbplFgPPmXI/AAAAAAAAACs/5Pbnfqpz67k/s1600-h/yogurt+test+thumbs+up+v1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SbplFgPPmXI/AAAAAAAAACs/5Pbnfqpz67k/s320/yogurt+test+thumbs+up+v1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312669855664544114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yes, I know there are yogurt cups out there now with mix-ins already packaged up nicely.  I am an old-fashioned girl, and doing it this way takes me back to 1980 when I wanted to be that girl who drank vodka martinis for breakfast and being very glad now that I ate lemon yogurt and Grape Nuts instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  I sort of remember eating lemon yogurt recently from Walmart that had actual lemon pulp in it,  but since I technically don't eat lemon yogurt without Grape Nuts, I can't really disclose this until I formally taste test this with the Grape Nuts. I'll try it again this weekend and let you know how it stands up against the Yoplait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, stay tuned for corned beef and rutabagas&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-1267237224878986580?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1267237224878986580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-life-gives-you-lemon-yogurt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/1267237224878986580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/1267237224878986580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-life-gives-you-lemon-yogurt.html' title='When Life Gives you Lemon Yogurt...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SbpVKfPbQvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QhqjKUBPuDQ/s72-c/yogurt+brands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-2617352919226132617</id><published>2009-03-12T12:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:37:28.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscing'/><title type='text'>A Blast from My Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I was a little girl I really loved the library a lot.  My daddy took me there every Saturday.   They let me check out four books at a time.   Our library, as well as many others in small towns and cities around the country, was made possible by a gift from Andrew Carnegie.  This is what our library looked like.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sbk6l-Ad4qI/AAAAAAAAABs/_CiEjTH4dnw/s1600-h/clarklib.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sbk6l-Ad4qI/AAAAAAAAABs/_CiEjTH4dnw/s320/clarklib.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312341659434738338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived in a lot of places in my adult life, but the one constant has always been one of the very first things I do when I move to a new place is go and get a library card.  I never met a library I didn't like, but I've got a truly sweet space in my heart for this one and for my favorite librarian of all time, Miss Trosclair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-2617352919226132617?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2617352919226132617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/blast-from-my-past.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2617352919226132617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2617352919226132617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/blast-from-my-past.html' title='A Blast from My Past'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sbk6l-Ad4qI/AAAAAAAAABs/_CiEjTH4dnw/s72-c/clarklib.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-2858289686095933650</id><published>2009-03-12T10:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:13:32.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><title type='text'>The Word is Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;There's a new blogger in town, and her name is ME.  Sooo, now all 17 of my Facebook friends know.  Have a great day and stay tuned this weekend for my crockpot corned beef and cabbage - if I can find the recipe since I've moved probably about 12 times since I made it.  Last time, as I recall, I substituted rutabagas for the cabbage and it turned out great.  If I can't find the recipe, we'll do something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!  I saw you un-friend me!  Put me back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-2858289686095933650?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2858289686095933650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-is-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2858289686095933650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2858289686095933650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-is-out.html' title='The Word is Out'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-6773882370685168834</id><published>2009-03-11T18:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:40:03.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><title type='text'>90 Posts in 90 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hello, my name is Trish, and I'm a new blogger.  I do love to hear myself talk.  I never got that check mark in the column "uses good self-control" on my elementary school report card, and I have talked my way into and out of trouble all my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;That being said and with all apologies to Maurice Sendak, let the wild rumpus start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-6773882370685168834?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6773882370685168834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/90-posts-in-90-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/6773882370685168834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/6773882370685168834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/90-posts-in-90-days.html' title='90 Posts in 90 Days'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203393901702665.post-2534180320120446563</id><published>2009-03-11T11:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:41:52.191-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuck norris'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Chuck Norris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sbfhv2drsVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HQSsNczu0C0/s1600-h/happy+birthday+chuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sbfhv2drsVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HQSsNczu0C0/s200/happy+birthday+chuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311962497696903506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chuck Norris is 69 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he look good?  (Chuck will know if you don't nod enthusiastically.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for funsies, go to Google and type in "google chuck norris" and click on I'm Feeling Lucky.   Don't worry.  He's mellowed with age, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203393901702665-2534180320120446563?l=hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2534180320120446563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-chuck-norris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2534180320120446563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203393901702665/posts/default/2534180320120446563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingmyselftalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-chuck-norris.html' title='Happy Birthday, Chuck Norris'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15332064394478679799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/SuZYYK0PatI/AAAAAAAAAIg/64ZZSTS3H7Y/S220/trish+profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M8GNKSnOx4/Sbfhv2drsVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HQSsNczu0C0/s72-c/happy+birthday+chuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
