<?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-9908986</id><updated>2011-09-27T19:02:15.446-05:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='grandsons'/><category term='Louis-Cesare'/><category term='2009'/><category term='New Madrid County'/><category term='Nana'/><category term='Kim Harrison'/><category term='Liz Maverick'/><category term='Crimson City'/><category term='January'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='Cormac'/><category term='Rachel Caine'/><category term='Boo at the Zoo'/><category term='Morganville'/><category term='winter'/><category term='Dirk and Steele'/><category term='Hollow Underworld'/><category term='vampire'/><category term='Jennifer Turner'/><category term='Reece'/><category term='paranormal books'/><category term='disaster'/><category term='Missouri'/><category term='fairy'/><category term='elves'/><category term='Matthews MO'/><category term='Bitten by Books'/><category term='Marjorie M. Liu'/><category term='Aiden'/><category term='ice'/><category term='Mircea'/><category term='Dorina'/><category term='Gina Showalter'/><category term='Karen Chance'/><category term='Little One'/><category term='Shorty'/><category term='storm'/><category term='Sheriff'/><category term='Carrie Vaughn'/><category term='Indiana Jones'/><category term='Deputy'/><category term='Blonde jokes'/><category term='Underworld'/><category term='Patricia Briggs'/><category term='were'/><category term='Vincent'/><category term='Cassandra'/><title type='text'>mail8d's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-7721413688623249689</id><published>2011-07-01T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T22:18:05.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perils of Facetime</title><content type='html'>My daughter, Kimmie, has impeccable timing when it comes to iPhone/iPad Facetime. Tonight she called as I was stepping out of the shower. Not only do I have dripping hair and no make-up when she calls. I'm also naked. I felt the need to decline so my grandsons wouldn't go blind and be scarred for life. &lt;br /&gt;But I'm curious. If I wear makeup for 14 hours a day, how does Kimmie know to call during those other 2 hours? It's always when I look the worse that she wants to request Facetime? And instead of the two inch face on my iPhone, I get to have a 10 inch face on her iPad. &lt;br /&gt;And now you know why I didn't answer the phone naked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-7721413688623249689?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/7721413688623249689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2011/07/perils-of-facetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/7721413688623249689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/7721413688623249689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2011/07/perils-of-facetime.html' title='The Perils of Facetime'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-8477462058410688046</id><published>2010-09-11T17:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T18:25:21.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from Colorado</title><content type='html'>I'm in Co Springs right now, enjoying Kimmie, Michael, and the boys,  Reece and Aiden (aka Beau). I arrived Thursday, went to the Royal Gorge  on Friday, the zoo on Saturday, and we are going to Golden CO tomorrow  to visit Thomas the Train. Here are a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmie and the boys, on the Royal Gorge Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/5977/resizedsc00235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 648px; height: 486px;" src="http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/5977/resizedsc00235.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys helping Grandma up the hill (I was Nana for 4 yrs and suddenly I am now called Grandma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img685.imageshack.us/img685/4210/resizedscn0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 648px; height: 486px;" src="http://img685.imageshack.us/img685/4210/resizedscn0158.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you are going to take a photo, I'm going to pose for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img816.imageshack.us/img816/4950/resizedsc00192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 648px; height: 486px;" src="http://img816.imageshack.us/img816/4950/resizedsc00192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far down did you say it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img256.imageshack.us/img256/3373/resizedsc00212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 648px; height: 486px;" src="http://img256.imageshack.us/img256/3373/resizedsc00212.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of the canyon floor (Arkansas River) with camera zoom. Several years ago we rafted the rapids but the river is too low to do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/5943/resizedsc00207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 648px; height: 486px;" src="http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/5943/resizedsc00207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of the Royal Gorge and Bridge from the canyon. Scared of heights? Not for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/3055/resizedsc00221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 648px; height: 486px;" src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/3055/resizedsc00221.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/8400/resizedsc00226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 684px; height: 912px;" src="http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/8400/resizedsc00226.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Great White Hunter" at the zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img203.imageshack.us/img203/9623/resizedsc00247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 648px; height: 486px;" src="http://img203.imageshack.us/img203/9623/resizedsc00247.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a drama queen! But he comes by it naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img255.imageshack.us/img255/6103/resizedsc00257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 648px; height: 486px;" src="http://img255.imageshack.us/img255/6103/resizedsc00257.jpg" alt="" 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/9908986-8477462058410688046?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/8477462058410688046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/09/scenes-from-colorado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/8477462058410688046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/8477462058410688046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/09/scenes-from-colorado.html' title='Scenes from Colorado'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-5211978600768244492</id><published>2010-04-25T20:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:28:07.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free eBook Reads by Lietha Wards</title><content type='html'>If you are interested in reading free eBooks, and that means LEGALLY free eBooks, with the permission of the author, you really need to try the writing of Lietha Wards. I found her on the website Scribd and I've read all ten of her books. She cranks them out fairly quickly and she is really good. The books could use a little bit of editing but basically, they are better than many of the romance books I've read. She has a lot of talent. There is a vampire romance, a historical, and several contemporary books.&lt;br /&gt;Give them a try. The books have all been available online for 1 - 6 months and have between 3900 and 10,000 reads EACH. Pretty impressive for an amateur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-5211978600768244492?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.scribd.com/lwards' title='Free eBook Reads by Lietha Wards'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/5211978600768244492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/04/free-ebook-reads-by-lietha-wards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/5211978600768244492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/5211978600768244492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/04/free-ebook-reads-by-lietha-wards.html' title='Free eBook Reads by Lietha Wards'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-1556509195224445886</id><published>2010-03-26T18:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:30:21.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>Blondes are the Best - Blonde Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I didn't make these up. I'm just repeating them because they are funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="ecxecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'sans-serif'; color: red;"&gt;Blondes Are The Best!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde and her husband are  lying in bed&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the next door neighbor's dog..&lt;br /&gt;It has  been in the backyard barking for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;The blonde jumps  up out of bed and says,&lt;br /&gt;"I've had enough of this".&lt;br /&gt;She goes  downstairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde finally comes back up to bed&lt;br /&gt;And her  husband says "The dog is still barking,&lt;br /&gt;What have you been doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  blonde says,&lt;br /&gt;"I put the dog in our backyard,&lt;br /&gt;let's see how THEY  like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two  Blondes With Hammers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn  and Judy were doing some carpenter work on a Habitat for Humanity&lt;br /&gt;House.   Lynn was nailing down house siding, would reach into her nail ,&lt;br /&gt;Pouch,  pull out a nail and either toss it over her shoulder or nail it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy,  figuring this was worth looking into, asked, 'Why are you&lt;br /&gt;Throwing  those nails away?'&lt;br /&gt;Lynn explained, 'When I pull a nail out of my  pouch, about half of&lt;br /&gt;Them have the head on the wrong end and I throw  them away.'&lt;br /&gt;Judy got completely upset and yelled, 'You moron! Those  nails aren't&lt;br /&gt;Defective! They're for the other side of the house!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about the two blondes who froze to death in a  drive-in movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had gone to see 'Closed for the Winter.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have to think twice about  this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde hurried into the emergency room late  one  night with the tip&lt;br /&gt;Of her index finger shot off. 'How did this  happen?' the emergency&lt;br /&gt;Room doctor asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I was  trying to commit suicide,' the blonde replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What?' sputtered  the doctor. 'You tried to commit suicide by shooting&lt;br /&gt;Off your  finger?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, Silly' the blonde said. 'First I put the gun to my  chest, and&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, 'I just paid $6, 000.00 for these  implants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not shooting myself in the chest.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So  then?' asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then I put the gun in my mouth, and I  thought, 'I just paid $3,000.00&lt;br /&gt;To get my teeth straightened I'm not  shooting myself in the mouth.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So then?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then I put  the gun to my ear, and I thought: 'This is going to make a&lt;br /&gt;Loud  noise. So I put my finger in my other ear before I pulled the&lt;br /&gt;Trigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde was  driving home after a game and got caught in a really bad &lt;br /&gt;Hailstorm.. Her car was covered with dents, so the next day she  took it&lt;br /&gt;To a repair shop. The shop owner saw that she was a blonde,  so he&lt;br /&gt;Decided to have some fun... He told her to go home and blow  into the&lt;br /&gt;Tail pipe really hard, and all the dents would pop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  the blonde went home, got down on her hands and knees and started&lt;br /&gt;Blowing  into her tailpipe.. Nothing happened.. So she blew a little&lt;br /&gt;Harder,  and still nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her blonde roommate saw her and  asked, 'What are you doing?' The first&lt;br /&gt;Blonde told her how the  repairman had instructed her to blow into the&lt;br /&gt;Tail pipe in order to  get all the dents to pop out.&lt;br /&gt;The roommate rolled her eyes and said,  'Uh, like hello!&lt;br /&gt;You need to roll up the windows first.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++  &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just too cute not to pass  on!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;A blonde was shopping at Target and  came across a shiny silver&lt;br /&gt;Thermos. She was quite fascinated by it,  so she picked it up and took&lt;br /&gt;It to the clerk to ask what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  clerk said, 'Why, that's a thermos..... It keeps hot things hot,&lt;br /&gt;And  cold things cold.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wow, said the blonde, 'that's  amazing....I'm going to buy it!' So she&lt;br /&gt;Bought the thermos and took  it to work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boss saw it on her desk. 'What's  that,' he asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why, that's a thermos..... It keeps hot things  hot and cold things&lt;br /&gt;Cold,' she replied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boss inquired,  'What do you have in it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blond replied......'Two popsicles  and some coffee.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND  LAST BUT NOT LEAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde goes into work one morning  crying her eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boss asked sympathetically, 'What's the  matter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde replies, 'Early this morning I got a phone  call saying that&lt;br /&gt;My mother  had passed away.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss, feeling sorry for her, says, 'Why  don't you go home for the&lt;br /&gt;Day? Take the day off to relax and rest.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thanks,  but I'd be better off here. I need to keep my mind off it and&lt;br /&gt;I  have the best chance of doing that here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss agrees and  allows the blonde to work as usual. A couple of&lt;br /&gt;hours pass and the  boss decides to check on the blonde. He looks out&lt;br /&gt;from his office  and sees the blonde crying hysterically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's so bad now?  Are you gonna be okay?' he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No!' exclaims the blonde. 'I  just received a horrible call from my&lt;br /&gt;sister. Her mother died, too!'  &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blondes Are The Best!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-1556509195224445886?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/1556509195224445886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/03/blondes-are-best-blonde-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/1556509195224445886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/1556509195224445886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/03/blondes-are-best-blonde-jokes.html' title='Blondes are the Best - Blonde Jokes'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-4337343916774894821</id><published>2010-03-26T17:37:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:36:44.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carrie Vaughn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cormac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Harrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranormal books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='were'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mircea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karen Chance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little One'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indiana Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shorty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louis-Cesare'/><title type='text'>The Most Over Used Words in Paranormal Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Now I'm not going to say what books I've been listening to on the iTouch lately. I have about 20 to read that I've already purchased by various authors, so I'm not going to name any names. But they are definitely NOT the books by my favorite authors. Those ladies can do no wrong (most of the time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;But I have decided to publish my list of&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Most Over Used Words/Phrases In Paranormal Romance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;This also includes regular romance novels, too, or at least the racy ones. So here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;liquid heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;velvety softness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;black eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;silky hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;possessive mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;emerald/sapphire eyes (depending on the heroine's eye color)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;and the most over used word of all time..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BONELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I love my romance and paranormals for escapism. But after reading the last several hundred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; I've come to the conclusion t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;hat we "mundane" humans can never have the kind of love, relationship, orgasms, etc. that the loftly paranormals experience. They wear me out just reading about them. These people can go at it all day long and never tire. I must be missing something in my normal life and after talking to some of my girl friends, I'm not the only one. Not once has someone said to me, "Those vamps/weres/fairies/witches/elves (well, you get the idea) have nothing on me"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Since I'm not a writer - I have no patience for dialog. Those quotation marks and new paragraphs are a pain in the rear - I really shouldn't complain. But for all of you fantastic writers out there, please remember....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Languid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; is an acceptable substitute for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boneless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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 style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;And, oh yeah, stop calling all of those heroines "Little One". I've been short all my life and was once a tiny little thing. Did men call me "Little One" as a nick name? Heck no! They called me "Shorty", like Indiana Jones' sidekick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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 style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I would love to be able to write though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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 style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notes to my favorite authors:&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Vaughn - Cormac, not Ben!&lt;br /&gt;Kim Harrison - Not Pierce! I like Al, he has charisma.&lt;br /&gt;Karen Chance - I'm just not sure about Mircea. But Dorina and Louis-Cesare? Thumbs up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-4337343916774894821?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/4337343916774894821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/03/most-over-used-words-in-paranormal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/4337343916774894821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/4337343916774894821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/03/most-over-used-words-in-paranormal.html' title='The Most Over Used Words in Paranormal Romance'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-3518128000001366627</id><published>2010-03-22T21:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:32:33.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reece's Self-Decoration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/S6gnf2z6EhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/n1wh_bD-06Y/s1600-h/Reece+Clothespins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/S6gnf2z6EhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/n1wh_bD-06Y/s320/Reece+Clothespins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451650777174643218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmie walked out of the room for just a few minutes and when she walked  back in, this is what Reece looked like.&lt;br /&gt;He is obviously showing his  artistic side.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, he didn't try to decorate Aiden, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/S6gnaAq4CHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gAI829vlmug/s1600-h/Aiden+Smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/S6gnaAq4CHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gAI829vlmug/s320/Aiden+Smiles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451650676741900402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo isn't as recent, but I can't post a photo of one grandson without posting one of the other. Notice how the hands are blurry. It's almost impossible to take a picture of Aiden that someth&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ing isn't moving and blurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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/9908986-3518128000001366627?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/3518128000001366627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/03/reeces-self-decoration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/3518128000001366627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/3518128000001366627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/03/reeces-self-decoration.html' title='Reece&apos;s Self-Decoration'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/S6gnf2z6EhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/n1wh_bD-06Y/s72-c/Reece+Clothespins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-4096799484145961924</id><published>2010-03-22T20:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:27:11.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Underworld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cassandra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carrie Vaughn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patricia Briggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gina Showalter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollow Underworld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Harrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel Caine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karen Chance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morganville'/><title type='text'>Now What?</title><content type='html'>I really  have been enjoying the iPod iTouch that Bill bought me for our anniversary. Well technically, this is the iPod he bought me to replace my anniversary iTouch because I found that 8 gb wasn't big enough. Anyway, I love listening to audio books on this thing. I listen to it when I walk, when I do housework (not that I do very much housework) when I sort mail for that first hour in the morning. I've listened to lots of books in the past 4 months, including several great series such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patrica Briggs - Mercy Thompson (walker/coyote shape shifter)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rachel Caine - Morganville vampires&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karen Chance - Cassandra Palmer books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kim Harrison - The Hollow series&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gina Showalter - Lords of the Underworld&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carrie Vaughn - Kitty books (werewolf radio host)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rachel Vincent - Soul series &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;In addition to these audio books, I've read all books (or at least 90%) of the above authors,  Marjorie M. Liu, Sunny, Susan Mallery, Suzanne Brockmann, Maureen Child, Robyn Carr, Rachel Caine, Mary Janice Davidson, Lynsay Sands, Katie McAlister, and plenty of other authors that I'm forgetting right now.&lt;br /&gt;So the question is.... What do series do I start on next?&lt;br /&gt;I have some Christine Feehan books to get started on my iTouch and Laurell K Hamilton books to read. I've held off because once I get started on a series I can't stop until I finish all of them, which gets a little bit expensive in audio books.&lt;br /&gt;What to do, what to do???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-4096799484145961924?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/4096799484145961924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/4096799484145961924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/4096799484145961924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-what.html' title='Now What?'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-9167863208781739602</id><published>2010-02-16T19:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:42:09.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Heck!</title><content type='html'>Someone needs to learn to proof their posts...&lt;br /&gt;I posted a link to my previous post about Marjorie M. Liu's game that is "couing out soon". Errr, that should have read COMING. I imagine that if I change it now the link to the post will be screwed up so "couing" stays.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I am such an idiot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-9167863208781739602?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/9167863208781739602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-heck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/9167863208781739602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/9167863208781739602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-heck.html' title='Well Heck!'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-2025953539228610291</id><published>2010-02-16T19:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:27:04.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marjorie M. Liu  Has a Game Couing Out Soon!</title><content type='html'>Having read all of Marjorie M. Liu's books (and of course, I've loved them all), I was thrilled to hear that she is getting a game based on the first in her Dirk and Steele novels. The book is &lt;a href="http://marjoriemliu.com/index.php?/novels/details/book_1_tiger_eye/"&gt;Tiger Eye &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can guarantee that if the game is half as good as the book, it's a winner. The game is available for pre-order on the &lt;a href="http://passionfruitgames.com/"&gt;PassionFruit Games&lt;/a&gt; site for a mere $9.99. According to PassionFruit's website, &lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tiger-Eye: Curse of the Riddle Box&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; is a hidden-object style game loaded with compelling puzzles and minigames, beautiful voice-acted cinematics… and titillating romance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't wait to play the game. As much as I love Liu's writing, I know I'm going to be playing this game for hours. I can always sleep later!&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/9908986-2025953539228610291?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/2025953539228610291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/02/marjorie-m-liu-has-game-couing-out-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/2025953539228610291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/2025953539228610291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2010/02/marjorie-m-liu-has-game-couing-out-soon.html' title='Marjorie M. Liu  Has a Game Couing Out Soon!'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-1635639909501383218</id><published>2009-08-08T08:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:16:24.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mafia Wars on Facebook</title><content type='html'>I haven't written anything for a while. I wonder why that is... gee, do you think it might be because I am just a tiny bit obsessed with playing Mafia Wars on Facebook? As far as obsessions and addictions, it's not so bad. It's free to play so it beats gambling. As far as I know, it isn't hazardous to my health so it beats smoking. I have to admit to a cranberry juice with Malibu rum last night while I was playing so I will just ignore the alcohol comparisons.&lt;br /&gt;I love this game. It's a blast! I've been playing for a week and I am a Level 46 Fearless right now. I have $63 million in the bank and I own over 50 properties in the U.S. I am just now expanding into Cuba so it will take a few days to build up over there. I have 140 people in my mafia which helps with fighting and defense (ya got da have a mafia ta move up in da world). I am not sure how I got to be such a good fighter. After the first few fights that were about 20 wins and 20 losses, I improved. Right now I have 1772 wins, 171 losses, and 78 wins in Cuba. So a 90% win rate is pretty good although it's mostly strategy. I tend to attack the people with smaller mafia. I don't imagine that real mafia groups of 10 are going to go up against a group of 100 very often so why should I? I've also put quite a bit of money (what else am I going to do with $63 million and climbing?) into good weapons, armor, and vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;I hear that Mafia Wars is also on My Space but I'm afraid to check it out. I can just see me going from FB to MS every day to play the game and level up. It's already hard enough to play MW and work every day, not to mention laundry, cooking, cleaning, yard work... You would think that with $63 mill, I would have maid, housekeeper, and a lawn service.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think I will go back to Mafia Wars before the REAL world intrudes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-1635639909501383218?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://apps.facebook.com/inthemafia/remote/html_server.php?xw_controller=recruit&amp;xw_action=view&amp;xw_client_id=9&amp;xw_user_id=1606172127' title='Mafia Wars on Facebook'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/1635639909501383218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/08/mafia-wars-on-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/1635639909501383218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/1635639909501383218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/08/mafia-wars-on-facebook.html' title='Mafia Wars on Facebook'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-8129189585525193322</id><published>2009-07-09T20:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:03:00.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Beale Street Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SlahKTpiJyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4Y0vsSQdkXY/s1600-h/Picture+1523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SlahKTpiJyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4Y0vsSQdkXY/s320/Picture+1523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356646005249025826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SlahIz3RoBI/AAAAAAAAACw/aANdx5VzNKI/s1600-h/Picture+1522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SlahIz3RoBI/AAAAAAAAACw/aANdx5VzNKI/s320/Picture+1522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356645979536859154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/Slagxy104cI/AAAAAAAAACo/x0-FgarkFHM/s1600-h/Picture+1488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/Slagxy104cI/AAAAAAAAACo/x0-FgarkFHM/s320/Picture+1488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356645584125354434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/Slagnzn7PhI/AAAAAAAAACg/GZtNaFAYkSA/s1600-h/Picture+1504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/Slagnzn7PhI/AAAAAAAAACg/GZtNaFAYkSA/s320/Picture+1504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356645412536794642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SlagYYQFdqI/AAAAAAAAACY/LDhx3PaR-io/s1600-h/Picture+1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SlagYYQFdqI/AAAAAAAAACY/LDhx3PaR-io/s320/Picture+1503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356645147491006114" 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/9908986-8129189585525193322?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/8129189585525193322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-beale-street-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/8129189585525193322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/8129189585525193322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-beale-street-photos.html' title='More Beale Street Photos'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SlahKTpiJyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4Y0vsSQdkXY/s72-c/Picture+1523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-1459977216714323570</id><published>2009-07-09T20:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:58:11.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beale Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/Slaf_85lDeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lKwrJGHQZeU/s1600-h/Picture+1520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/Slaf_85lDeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lKwrJGHQZeU/s320/Picture+1520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356644727831989730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SlafnFEVPII/AAAAAAAAACI/rbem6sD3leY/s1600-h/Picture+1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SlafnFEVPII/AAAAAAAAACI/rbem6sD3leY/s320/Picture+1514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356644300527844482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/Slafag8qpfI/AAAAAAAAACA/I5b-097T8lQ/s1600-h/Picture+1501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/Slafag8qpfI/AAAAAAAAACA/I5b-097T8lQ/s320/Picture+1501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356644084673586674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/Slae4CibIgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1At9-oVxXfg/s1600-h/Picture+1498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/Slae4CibIgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1At9-oVxXfg/s320/Picture+1498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356643492394902018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill and I went to Beale Street in Memphis for the 4th of July. I think it's the first time we have spent the night anywhere except Kimmie's in the last 9 years, so I guess it was time. We had a great time but man, people sure are strange. Obviously, teeth are not a requirement for admittance to Beale St because a whole lot of people seemed to be missing theirs. And I saw some of the shortest dresses EVER on some of the young ladies. I could never figure out how they kept their you-know-what from showing because there was only about a half inch between the hem and their you-know-what. These same young women were wearing stilettos and they looked like they were going to fall off their shoes. But by the end of the night you could tell which ladies had been wearing the stilettos because they were the ones hobbling down the street. haha&lt;br /&gt;We ate at BB King's Blues Club and  the food was great. I had a bar-b-que the southern way, with slaw. Bill, who doesn't really like pork, went crazy over the ribs. I'll make a southern boy out of him yet!&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the Hampton Inn right off of Beale and we had a balcony room that overlooked Third St and Peabody Place so we went back to the room at 10 p.m. (what can I say, we are boring) and were entertained by all of the Memphis police trying to control the traffic and get the minors off the street at the 11 p.m. curfew. The traffic was awful and there were thousands of people milling about so I am so glad we didn't have to worry about driving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-1459977216714323570?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/1459977216714323570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/07/beale-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/1459977216714323570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/1459977216714323570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/07/beale-street.html' title='Beale Street'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/Slaf_85lDeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lKwrJGHQZeU/s72-c/Picture+1520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-4181937623696179754</id><published>2009-05-31T22:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:41:01.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Reached My Goal</title><content type='html'>I lost the 35 lbs that was my goal. I am not finished yet, but I'm a lot closer. I plan to extend my goal for 10 more lbs so that will be a total of 45 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;Bill and I went shopping and he bought me a swimsuit since I haven't picked out anything for my birthday yesterday (the BIG 5-oh). I picked it out and said, "You can buy this for me" and Bill took it from me. A lady was standing there, we had been discussing the different styles. She said, "Oh, that is so sweet" and I told her he was buying it for me for my birthday present. She was very nice and when I told her that I turned 50 yesterday she said, "You certainly don't look like you are 50. I thought maybe 39 or 40." I REALLY like that nice woman. LOL&lt;br /&gt;When you are a teenager you want to look older. You hit 30 and then you wish you could look younger. Never happy, are we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-4181937623696179754?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/4181937623696179754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-reached-my-goal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/4181937623696179754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/4181937623696179754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-reached-my-goal.html' title='I Reached My Goal'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-4638814290278085835</id><published>2009-05-25T20:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:28:59.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Losing Weight</title><content type='html'>I lost another couple of pounds while I was in Colorado so I'm down to the same weight I was three years ago, I've lost a total of 33 lbs and it looks like I'm going to beat that weight loss goal of 2006. I didn't even get breathless the first week in Colorado like I did every other time when I was heavier. I never did get altitude sickness this last trip. I definitely feel much more healthy and it's a good thing since I'll be so OLD soon. Kimmie is really rubbing it in but I'm not ready for a senior citizen's discount just yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-4638814290278085835?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/4638814290278085835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-losing-weight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/4638814290278085835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/4638814290278085835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-losing-weight.html' title='Still Losing Weight'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-4099039815225437616</id><published>2009-05-25T20:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:31:13.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Zoo - May 20th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7lBGeYZk1k/ShYluWe9pFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Zm3uMo9PEog/s320/100_2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7lBGeYZk1k/ShYluWe9pFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Zm3uMo9PEog/s320/100_2188.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiden and Nana. He didn't feed the giraffes but he liked looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7lBGeYZk1k/ShYluvMAsaI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VTyPPBaN-1I/s320/100_2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7lBGeYZk1k/ShYluvMAsaI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VTyPPBaN-1I/s320/100_2184.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reece and I feeding the giraffes. That tongue is looooong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole these photos from Kimmie's blog. She owes me for that last shopping trip we took anyway. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-4099039815225437616?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/4099039815225437616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-zoo-may-20th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/4099039815225437616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/4099039815225437616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-zoo-may-20th.html' title='At the Zoo - May 20th'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7lBGeYZk1k/ShYluWe9pFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Zm3uMo9PEog/s72-c/100_2188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-2193166814930023311</id><published>2009-05-19T13:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:19:46.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana's Been Babysitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img517.imageshack.us/img517/6583/reeceinfountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 478px;" src="http://img517.imageshack.us/img517/6583/reeceinfountain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/8376/aidenandball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 528px; height: 400px;" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/8376/aidenandball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana has been in Colorado for almost a week. Kimmie and Michael went to Vegas for 3 days and came back Sunday. But she worked yesterday and today so I'm still enjoying my quality time with the boys... Who would think that 2 little boys could be so busy and run Nana ragged... Aiden doesn't want to just be held, he wants to be entertained at all times. It's a good thing he's so cute! Reece has been in a couple of "time outs" for not listening, but he is really very easy to keep entertained.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting lots more kisses than any of my other visits. I'm not sure if he is beginning to remember me or if the 3 days he was thrown together with me kinda forced the issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-2193166814930023311?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/2193166814930023311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/05/nanas-been-babysitting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/2193166814930023311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/2193166814930023311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/05/nanas-been-babysitting.html' title='Nana&apos;s Been Babysitting'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-6693044666688185624</id><published>2009-04-26T17:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:25:33.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Bill and I went shopping after church and he was nice enough to buy 3 blouses and a nightie. I bought them all in a size Large because I don't want them to be too tight. Well, I got home and tried them on and the nightgown and one of the blouses was too big! I had to exchange them for a size Medium. Might not seem like a big deal to some people, but I've gone from an XL to a Large, and now a Medium.&lt;br /&gt;Pants are now down to a size 10 and I've lost 27 lbs and still counting. I'm hoping for about 35 lbs weight loss and size 8 pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-6693044666688185624?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/6693044666688185624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/04/shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/6693044666688185624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/6693044666688185624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/04/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-5374017642176969159</id><published>2009-04-15T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:00:55.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Numbers</title><content type='html'>Normally, April 15 is not a good day when you work at the post office, and this morning was proof, but the afternoon was so much better. I called the doctor to get my test results from my appt last Thursday. They did my yearly blood work. Here are my numbers versus last year's numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;Blood Pressure    &lt;br /&gt;2009 - 110/70         &lt;br /&gt;2008 - 120/74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cholesterol         &lt;br /&gt;2009 - 159                 &lt;br /&gt;2008 - 197                 &lt;br /&gt;Normal is  100-200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triglycerides       &lt;br /&gt;2009 -  74                 &lt;br /&gt;2008 - 147                 &lt;br /&gt;Normal is  under 200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glucose              &lt;br /&gt;2009 - 96                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Normal is   60-120&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a number for last year's glucose level because the lab made a mistake and didn't run that test.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing what losing 25 lbs will do for your health. DUH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-5374017642176969159?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/5374017642176969159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/04/health-numbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/5374017642176969159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/5374017642176969159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/04/health-numbers.html' title='Health Numbers'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-1967286221102024729</id><published>2009-03-07T11:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:04:33.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What I've Been Doing</title><content type='html'>I'm not there yet, but I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;It will be 4 wks on Monday so I'm happy with the progress. Some people only seem to loose 1/2 lb to 1 lb a week so averaging 3 1/2 lbs a week is better than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;I can wear my black jeans that I couldn't squeeze my fat butt into a month ago. Next goal is my white jeans, that are a size smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/weight-loss/whtFkGz/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/t/whtFkGz/weight.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-1967286221102024729?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/1967286221102024729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-what-ive-been-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/1967286221102024729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/1967286221102024729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-what-ive-been-doing.html' title='Look What I&apos;ve Been Doing'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-3885516201194413747</id><published>2009-02-17T20:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:58:23.112-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Madrid County'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthews MO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missouri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January'/><title type='text'>Winter Ice Storm 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SZt4gNcBrQI/AAAAAAAAABw/1oiP2kvRUzo/s1600-h/Small+Storm-Front1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SZt4gNcBrQI/AAAAAAAAABw/1oiP2kvRUzo/s400/Small+Storm-Front1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303965480917249282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my front yard and house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SZt4XI6imLI/AAAAAAAAABo/-D4RR8VWFp4/s1600-h/Small+Storm-Front2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SZt4XI6imLI/AAAAAAAAABo/-D4RR8VWFp4/s400/Small+Storm-Front2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303965325084235954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view from my front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SZt4GqEBJxI/AAAAAAAAABg/6oyTl5BOTs4/s1600-h/Small+Storm-Back+Side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SZt4GqEBJxI/AAAAAAAAABg/6oyTl5BOTs4/s400/Small+Storm-Back+Side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303965041924581138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a view of my side yard. I'm the lucky owner of all those limbs, right up to within about 10 ft of my neighbor's yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things around  here have been a little too exciting for us lately. On January 27 we had a major &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1234925078_2"&gt;ice storm&lt;/span&gt; come through. In fact, the worst ice storm in the U.S. in 70 years is what I heard. I certainly believe it. Our electricity, cable TV, telephone, and internet went down on the 27th. We were lucky and they got our elec back up in one week (some other people in the country had to wait almost 3 wks to get their electricity back). We got the cable, internet, and telephone service back today so we've been without for 3 wks. But to tell you the truth, I was so happy to get electricity back on that being without the rest didn't seem so bad. We ended up buying a generator after 3 days because it was freezing cold. I had to work in the cold all day at the post office (the mail must go through and all that) and then come home to the cold and let me tell you, it sucked! Bill, the 3 dogs, 2 cats, and I were all in a 10 x 12 ft bedroom, trying to keep warm. It got down to 9° one night. Luckily, we still had water and since we have a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1234925078_3"&gt;gas hot water heater&lt;/span&gt;, I could take a hot bath. Some people didn't even have that. The Jaycee's club was set up as an emergency warming center so we could go there and eat hot meals. I was wearing a sleeveless tank shirt, a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1234925078_4"&gt;long sleeve t-shirt&lt;/span&gt;, a shirt, sweater, and a coat. I wore sweat pants over my jeans and I had these furry boots that kept my feet warm. Oh, and I cut two fingers out of my gloves so I could keep my gloves on and work. I was a wide as I was tall! LOL&lt;br /&gt;We are still cleaning up the mess. Not one of my trees was undamaged. It brought down so many branches and some trees. We've worked for over 2 wks on the clean up in our yard and we now have the front fairly clean but we still have a long way to go in the back yard. The city has picked up several big piles of branches and we have another 6 piles by the curb right now but we are finally over half done. I heard on the news that there were 7000 utility poles that snapped and had to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, it's no fun to sit in the dark and the cold, listening to big limbs fall on your house. The trees were snapping and cracking all night long, taking our electric and cable lines with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-3885516201194413747?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/3885516201194413747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/02/winter-ice-storm-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/3885516201194413747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/3885516201194413747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2009/02/winter-ice-storm-2009.html' title='Winter Ice Storm 2009'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SZt4gNcBrQI/AAAAAAAAABw/1oiP2kvRUzo/s72-c/Small+Storm-Front1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-9063095295985294947</id><published>2008-12-08T22:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:06:35.357-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitten by Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranormal books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer Turner'/><title type='text'>A Great Book</title><content type='html'>I read a new book several days ago. The book is Eternal Seduction, a dark, paranormal, vampire story and the first in a series of related paranormals. The author, Jennifer Turner, self published this book and after reading the first few chapters on her website, I was hooked. If you are interested, her website is &lt;a href="http://www.darknesswithinnovels.com/"&gt;The Darkness Within&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed Eternal Seduction as well as any book I've read lately. The "heroine", Logan, starts out as a homeless drug addict. Definitely not heroine material, and from what I understand, this is the reason the book was self-published by Jen. No agent wanted a  lead character like Logan and Jen stuck to her guns and kept Logan at the cost of an agent. I have to say, having a character/love interest who wasn't practically a virgin, or one who's only flaw seemed to be stubbornness was refreshing. I actually liked Logan from the beginning, even with her less-than-perfect life.&lt;br /&gt;Our hunky, brooding vampire is Kerestyan,  the Lord of New York, and he is faced with the problem of what to do with Logan who has been aware of vampires for several months.  And that's a definite problem when you are trying to keep vamps a secret from the human population.&lt;br /&gt;You can also read a great interview with Jen at &lt;a href="http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=2780%29"&gt; Bitten By Books&lt;/a&gt; and learn a little bit about Jen and her wonderful book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=2780%29"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-9063095295985294947?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/9063095295985294947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-book.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/9063095295985294947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/9063095295985294947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-book.html' title='A Great Book'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-5049496533690127516</id><published>2008-11-29T09:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:50:56.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday After Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I took the day off yesterday. As in "Black Friday". I did do some shopping but I didn't step one foot out of the house. I'm not crazy, after all. There is nothing I wanted enough to fight those crazy people. I'm just not a "stand in line at 4 a.m. to get the widget for $40 less". I don't know that I would stand in line, in the cold, at that time of the morning to get a FREE $40 widget. I guess I just don't have the fighter/shopper gene or something. On-line shopping is more my speed.&lt;br /&gt;After all, I try to get Bill to go to the grocery store for me because he likes to go shopping and I hate it. Which reminds me. I have to buy some groceries today. Yuck. I also need to go to Hobby Lobby and buy some gift bags (because I'm too lazy to do a lot of Christmas present wrapping) and a few boxes (because I do have to wrap a few presents that won't work in a gift bag).&lt;br /&gt;I usually put up my Christmas tree on Thanksgiving Day or that weekend. Well, I'm not the least bit interested in putting up the tree this year. If Kimmie and the family weren't going to be here the day after Christmas, I would probably go with the little fiber optic tree.  Maybe I will anyway. I guess I need to start watching all the Christmas shows to get out of "Scrooge mode".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-5049496533690127516?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/5049496533690127516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-after-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/5049496533690127516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/5049496533690127516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-after-thanksgiving.html' title='Saturday After Thanksgiving'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-7023215730183790760</id><published>2008-11-11T14:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:11:15.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Debbie's Dream</title><content type='html'>Since I have a government job, I get to take a day off on holidays and today is Veteran's Day so I'm home. I did go to work this morning but we didn't get any mail like I though we would. So after a few minutes I came back home. Not that I mind not working, but twice as much work tomorrow morning won't be fun. But I guess I'll live.&lt;br /&gt;I did a little bit of online Christmas shopping today that consisted mainly of buying Transformers. I have 2 grandsons and 3 great-nephews. So no Barbies and hairbows on those Christmas lists.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, my friend Debbie stopped me to tell me about this dream she had that I was in. She dreamed that I set us up with two young, hunky men. She said they were really hot and had buff bodies. It seems that we were on a bus with our hunky young men... so I asked Debbie, "We have two young hunks and we were on a bus??? What, you couldn't have us in a Porsche or something?" Debbie said that we were on some sort of chartered bus with a group so I guess we can forgo the Porsche for now. Debbie's man gave her a kiss that "made her toes curl" (that's a direct quote from Deb). I told her that she had been reading waaaaay too many romance novels. She said those two hunky guys were really in to us but unfortunately, she woke up and this dream was cut short. I looked at her and said, "Gee, you couldn't have slept a little bit longer? Because I know that two middle-aged, overweight women are what all young, hunky men want." I suppose some people would call me sarcastic.  Imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-7023215730183790760?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/7023215730183790760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/11/debbies-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/7023215730183790760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/7023215730183790760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/11/debbies-dream.html' title='Debbie&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-8205139329891441687</id><published>2008-11-08T14:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:03:20.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reece's Pic</title><content type='html'>This is a great photo of Reece and Dad's legs. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer is a wonderful photographer.&lt;br /&gt;Here is her blog site, &lt;a href="http://framingmemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Framing Memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://framingmemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo is about half way down the page. A few photos under the one of Mike (aka Dad) and a VERY pregnant Kimmie (aka Mom). The wedding (not Kim's and Mike's LOL) was less than a week before Aiden was born by C-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Sandra/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-8205139329891441687?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKqWCfQ8C-E/SO_eBQ_cuhI/AAAAAAAABC4/x0_aWDdrsMc/s400/DSC_0148bw.jpg' title='Reece&apos;s Pic'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/8205139329891441687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/11/reece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/8205139329891441687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/8205139329891441687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/11/reece.html' title='Reece&apos;s Pic'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-6848938852170915580</id><published>2008-11-08T11:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:05:09.798-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranormal books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirk and Steele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marjorie M. Liu'/><title type='text'>Marjorie M. Liu</title><content type='html'>I can't mention books without mentioning the website of one of my favorite authors, &lt;a href="http://www.marjoriemliu.com/Home.html"&gt;Marjorie M Liu&lt;/a&gt;. The only thing is that I've read all of her books except the Marvel Comics NYX and I expect to buy those soon. Her Dirk and Steele series is fantastic. You can find the books on her "Books" page, and you can also check out &lt;a href="http://www.dirkandsteele.com/Home.html"&gt;Roland's Desk&lt;/a&gt; and learn about the characters (primary and secondary) in the books. I hope that more Dirk and Steele books come along although I do understand that it takes the author slightly more time than the 4-5 hours it takes me to read those books.&lt;br /&gt;I think what I enjoy the most about Marjorie's novels is that you don't have the graphic sex that is in the majority of paranormal reads. I'm not a prude by any means, but heck, you can only read about so many people having fantastic sex (in detail) and to be told that you will never come close to experiencing that kind of mind-blowing sex unless you are a vampire's life mate. And I never knew there were so many women and men that were screamers. Anyway, these books are fantastic and half the pages are not porn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-6848938852170915580?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.marjoriemliu.com/Home.html' title='Marjorie M. Liu'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/6848938852170915580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-mention-books-without-mentioning_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/6848938852170915580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/6848938852170915580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-mention-books-without-mentioning_08.html' title='Marjorie M. Liu'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-8912256579355776901</id><published>2008-11-08T11:27:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:47:53.922-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><title type='text'>Aiden - Boo at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SRXM1lBhSwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C4kQxrYcb3s/s1600-h/Small+Cowboy+Aiden+BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SRXM1lBhSwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C4kQxrYcb3s/s320/Small+Cowboy+Aiden+BW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266340560123284226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deputy Aiden, trying to eat his hands through his blanket while we try to keep him warm. But a deputy is tough! I love this black and white photo. His mom took this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-8912256579355776901?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/8912256579355776901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-left-is-deputy-aiden-trying-to-eat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/8912256579355776901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/8912256579355776901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-left-is-deputy-aiden-trying-to-eat.html' title='Aiden - Boo at the Zoo'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SRXM1lBhSwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C4kQxrYcb3s/s72-c/Small+Cowboy+Aiden+BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-4245997862325637223</id><published>2008-11-08T11:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:46:42.060-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheriff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deputy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boo at the Zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandsons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nana'/><title type='text'>Reece - Boo at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SRZdE602NyI/AAAAAAAAABA/Gs5U-JkpfqU/s1600-h/Small+Cowboy+Reece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SRZdE602NyI/AAAAAAAAABA/Gs5U-JkpfqU/s320/Small+Cowboy+Reece.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266499153348146978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheriff Reece at Boo at the Zoo. His hand is on his gun and he's ready for the bad guys. Or the candy. He's such an independent little man. I think his Mom took this photo, too. Obviously, Mom takes better pictures than Nana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-4245997862325637223?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/4245997862325637223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-mention-books-without-mentioning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/4245997862325637223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/4245997862325637223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-mention-books-without-mentioning.html' title='Reece - Boo at the Zoo'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/SRZdE602NyI/AAAAAAAAABA/Gs5U-JkpfqU/s72-c/Small+Cowboy+Reece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9908986.post-982875028899387240</id><published>2008-11-08T10:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:07:28.469-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liz Maverick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crimson City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranormal books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marjorie M. Liu'/><title type='text'>Crimson City</title><content type='html'>I don't seem to pass by a paranormal paperback book without buying it, and I can't seem to read a book that I enjoy that is part of a series without reading the entire series. Well, I just finished the &lt;a href="http://www.crimsoncity.com/"&gt;Crimson City&lt;/a&gt; book series and I thought it was great. I actually read them out of order just a tiny bit. I was devouring the books by Marjorie M. Liu and I read "A Taste of Crimson" and that's what made me want to read the entire series. Marjorie Liu and Liz Maverick were my favorite authors in the series and like everyone else, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that Liz gives us the final story (Jill and Marius). It looks like I'll be reading all of Liz Maverick's books now.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that there were so many paranormal authors? Since I gave up eBay (because it has become such a pain in the rear) I've read hundreds of books, mainly paranormals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9908986-982875028899387240?l=mail8d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.crimsoncity.com/' title='Crimson City'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/feeds/982875028899387240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/11/crimson-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/982875028899387240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9908986/posts/default/982875028899387240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail8d.blogspot.com/2008/11/crimson-city.html' title='Crimson City'/><author><name>mail8d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416755968915153553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go-XmxlYmEM/TGSani-y9AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eGFOFSB36nw/S220/Small+SKM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
