<?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-5642899</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:20:12.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Nothings</title><subtitle type='html'> "Where shall I begin? Which of all my important nothings 
shall I tell you first?" Jane Austen in letter to Cassandra, 1808
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-114429460637289262</id><published>2006-04-05T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T20:36:46.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Receipts are Handy</title><summary type='text'>You know how sometimes you go into a bookstore, browse around and nothing jumps into your hand? Nothing screams "READ.ME. READ ME NOW!!" ??Then you go into the bookstore on another day, just to kill a few minutes before your movie start time. And then the entire fiction section wants to follow you home?Well, I discovered that those crumpled receipts in the bottom of my purse are handy for writing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/114429460637289262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/114429460637289262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114429460637289262' title='Receipts are Handy'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-114360809151263495</id><published>2006-03-28T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:54:51.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Half Hearted Wave...</title><summary type='text'>Hello.Sorry I haven't been around. We had the fearsome pink eye in the house last week. I dread pink eye, but apparently no where near as much as our school nurse does. She was funny on the phone. It was also conference week, so both kids were home earlier than normal. Today was proof that I am not a bright bunny. From the time my feet hit the floor this morning, thing seemed to go pear shaped. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/114360809151263495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/114360809151263495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114360809151263495' title='A Half Hearted Wave...'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-114178908762315296</id><published>2006-03-07T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:38:07.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid for Friends and Coworkers</title><summary type='text'>In the last 48 hours:-One friend confirmed she has a surgery date.-Two friends have had painful experiences with pet/child gates. DOUBLE OWIEEE!!!-One coworker has a nasty ear infection complete with broken eardrum. She is one of the schedulers and can't hear well right now. OW.-The other coworker woke up with torticollis this morning and spent the entire day-long meeting with a heating pad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/114178908762315296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/114178908762315296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114178908762315296' title='Afraid for Friends and Coworkers'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-114125022470075498</id><published>2006-03-01T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:57:04.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could....</title><summary type='text'>...rant about the lack of plus size career-ish clothes and the sudden appearance of that nasty, horrid, 1970's polyester. I won't. I feel sure anyone shopping for anything particular understands the frustration...extoll on the gloriously sunny and almost hot day we are having. And my boss let me leave early so I could surprise the kids on their early release day.I could brag about good bosses too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/114125022470075498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/114125022470075498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114125022470075498' title='I Could....'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-113771146780263331</id><published>2006-01-19T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T14:57:47.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Serenity Treat!</title><summary type='text'>Clint runs a Star Trek/ Sci Fi forum on Delphi. This was a recent post. You can see it here: http://forums.delphiforums.com/startrek/messages?msg=17648.1 (you may have to register. It's free)Recipe reposted with forum manager's permission {G}:Fruity Oaty BarsThese bars are quite tasty (and free of subliminal messages). You can use any fruit combination you like. I found a pre-packaged mix of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113771146780263331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113771146780263331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113771146780263331' title='A Serenity Treat!'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-113666404464805964</id><published>2006-01-07T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T12:00:44.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appliance Conspiracy Theory</title><summary type='text'>A passage from B's latest email:        Funny re the hot water heater...well, not so funny, really.  My parents water heater died on Christmas eve with a house full of people.  Luckily their neighbor was gone and we could shower over there--and a few of us were sleeping there too.  Other appliance deaths that week included the dishwasher and the vacuum cleaner.  My parents never do anything by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113666404464805964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113666404464805964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113666404464805964' title='Appliance Conspiracy Theory'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-113652031539190570</id><published>2006-01-05T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T12:04:26.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Eye of the Beholder</title><summary type='text'>You know.... the sheer beauty of appliances is never really appreciated. I mean, look at your basic hot water heater. Sleek  lines. Cylindrical. Elegant without being boring.Ok, maybe not beauty in the conventional sense of the word, but to me that hot water heater is a work of art. And the water is HOT again. No drips, no puddles, no clever arranging of buckets and towels. It is a beautiful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113652031539190570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113652031539190570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113652031539190570' title='In the Eye of the Beholder'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-113479119389877417</id><published>2005-12-16T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T19:46:33.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Waves**</title><summary type='text'>Really, I'm here and I try to read every afternoon. I love the new job. I can appeal balloon catheters and justify procedure room fees with the best of them now! {G} Still don't understand how to move and shift money like they want, but it will come I'm told. Our CFO says in six weeks you might start to think you understand what you are doing and after six months might even think you KNOW what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113479119389877417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113479119389877417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113479119389877417' title='**Waves**'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-113332094158585985</id><published>2005-11-29T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:22:21.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few of My Favorite Things</title><summary type='text'>- Somewhere there are math teachers and professors laughing their heads off because the words "Laura" and "balance control" are together on the same piece of paper. - A certain Pediatrician who did not scowl or fret or patronize the parent for bringing their child into the after-hours clinic for nasty scrape and cut on the chin. Double kudos for the same pediatrician who decides against stitches </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113332094158585985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113332094158585985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113332094158585985' title='A Few of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-113295107195917095</id><published>2005-11-25T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T12:37:51.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Turkey Day</title><summary type='text'>CONGRATS to Estelle on the promotion at work. You deserved it.Clint came home early from work. YEA! Now he is laying on wood for a lovely afternoon fire.Kids were AWESOME at the grocery store. YIPPEE!Overall, a nice day.Carry on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113295107195917095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113295107195917095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113295107195917095' title='Post Turkey Day'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-113156188646370133</id><published>2005-11-09T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T10:44:46.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Not So Good and the Better</title><summary type='text'>In the not so great department (so to get it out of the way):-Last week my oven went out. It is something to do with the ignition, because the broiler and stovetop work. I almost think I could fix it if it wasn't for the natural gas part. That makes me nervous.- This weekend, the hot water heater started to leak slowly. The repairman came by today. He took one glance, crossed his arms and said, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113156188646370133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113156188646370133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113156188646370133' title='The Not So Good and the Better'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-113017131855917229</id><published>2005-10-24T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:28:38.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are a RAVENCLAW!As a Ravenclaw and as an NFP, you valueimagination, ideas and intelligence.  You areprobably somewhat of an individualist and avoidconforming just for its own sake. You areinsightful and perceptive, and since you areempathetic and value harmony, you usually tryto avoid conflict. Of course, you may enjoyparticipating in heated debates, but only aslong as they remain on an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113017131855917229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/113017131855917229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113017131855917229' title=''/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112990495873525378</id><published>2005-10-21T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:29:18.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Stuff</title><summary type='text'>Sorry I haven't checked in much of late. Our school system has one conference week in the fall and one in the spring. The good part is that you get a 20 minute face-to-face conference with each of your kids' teachers, see examples of their work, and in general find out your kid is just brilliant {G}. The bad part of this system is that the kids are home two hours early every day. It throws them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112990495873525378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112990495873525378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112990495873525378' title='Friday Stuff'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112888043820217445</id><published>2005-10-09T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T10:53:58.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusing Titles</title><summary type='text'>I picked up the latest Book Sense Picks yesterday and laughed at one of the recommended titles:"Ballad of the Whiskey Robber: A True Story of Bank Heists, Ice Hockey, Transylvanian Pelt Smuggling, Moonlighting Detectives, and Broken Hearts, by Julian Rubinstein"Then I read the blurb on Amazon and will be requesting it from the library. {G}Peacockharpy, The Julie and Julia book sounds interesting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112888043820217445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112888043820217445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112888043820217445' title='Amusing Titles'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112730163672386933</id><published>2005-09-21T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T04:20:36.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme is Prefereable....</title><summary type='text'>The job hunt is not going well. I am in a funk. It's been going on for a few days. I'll spare the details and meme instead! Meme  borrowed from several LJ's:Blog Interests meme results baking:I like baking. I love the ingredients, the smells and the mystery. Will it turn out right? Will it be good? Also, my family truly appreciates baking. They are not necessarily thrilled with my everyday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112730163672386933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112730163672386933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112730163672386933' title='Meme is Prefereable....'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112616008690791102</id><published>2005-09-07T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T23:14:46.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes from the Sleepy Mum</title><summary type='text'>Well, I was just about to go to bed when I heard the sound of doors opening and saw lights flickering down the hall. Sean's up. Now my lad fights sleep for all he is worth, but once he is down, he's down. It is very unusual to hear him up before 6:00 am.  He is beet red and hot as everything. Thermometer says 102.6. He was fine when he went to bed. Guess who gets to stay home tomorrow/today with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112616008690791102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112616008690791102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112616008690791102' title='Notes from the Sleepy Mum'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112545301231474811</id><published>2005-08-30T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T18:50:12.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina update</title><summary type='text'>I'm thankful that Clint's aunt and uncle made it to safety. They live in Gulfport, MS and as of right now, they have no idea of when they are going to be able to go home. They are safe and alive. The rest can be handled. My aunt and her dogs made it through just fine. Not even a shingle missing from what I hear. For this I am thankful. Mom and brother are fine too. Birmingham had a gusty, wet day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112545301231474811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112545301231474811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112545301231474811' title='Katrina update'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112528695452658003</id><published>2005-08-28T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T20:42:34.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina</title><summary type='text'>I was going to write about our celebratory weekend. It just doesn't seem right at the moment. My thoughts are centered around the states of Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama at the moment. Clint's aunt and uncle were suppose to have left their MS coast home by noon today. My aunt lives close to the Alabama/Mississippi line. I called to tell her she was more than welcome to come here and to bring</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112528695452658003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112528695452658003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112528695452658003' title='Katrina'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112481555916522925</id><published>2005-08-23T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T09:45:59.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes From the Morning</title><summary type='text'>Dear Lingerie Designers,I realize when producing bras for the discount store market that you have to skimp on quality of materials. In fact, I am grateful that you even make full figured sizes for this particular store. However, may I inquire as to why you feel the need to make padded bras for the full figure gal? We don't need the enhancement at all. I promise. Really. Save the extra material </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112481555916522925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112481555916522925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112481555916522925' title='Notes From the Morning'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112457035716058002</id><published>2005-08-20T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T13:39:17.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa Hot</title><summary type='text'>93 degrees F. With heat index it is 103. So what does my DH want to do today? Play on the roof. That didn't last long {G}. He did however find and fix a tiny little leak around the chimney so it was worth it. Not much going on today. We went to the Very Large DIY store and that is fun in a way. Unfortunately it always leads me to thinking about home improvement or decorating projects. Elizabeth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112457035716058002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112457035716058002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112457035716058002' title='Africa Hot'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112438740670761732</id><published>2005-08-18T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T10:50:06.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stationary notes</title><summary type='text'>You never realize how many flowery, cutesy notecards you have until you go looking for something appropriate to use as a thank you note. The thank you note is going to someone who isn't flowery and I suspect not cutesy either. Hope they like lily of the valley.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112438740670761732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112438740670761732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112438740670761732' title='Stationary notes'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112359399711300315</id><published>2005-08-09T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T06:26:37.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sorting Hat Sez</title><summary type='text'>FRISKY CATS!!Ok, so it isn't Griffindor, but it felt as good {G}. We attended Sneak-a-Peak yesterday to discover who our teachers for the year would be, find the classrooms, meet teachers and drop off the half-ton of required supplies. Elizabeth was placed in the Frisky Cats, the same class that Sean had in kindergarten. Ms C and. Ms F had asked if Elizabeth could be in their class, which is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112359399711300315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112359399711300315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112359399711300315' title='The Sorting Hat Sez'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112329070018160321</id><published>2005-08-05T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T18:11:40.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hee!</title><summary type='text'>Do you know how hard it is to drink a cup of tea and read this blog entry??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112329070018160321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112329070018160321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112329070018160321' title='Hee!'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112286358812719491</id><published>2005-07-31T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:33:08.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><summary type='text'>We got to sleep late. We enjoyed it because it will be the last kid-free, ignore-the-clock weekend for a long while.Clint made lunch. Omelettes. MMMMMM..........I had a chance to chat with Estelle this afternoon. Always enjoyable.Clint and I treated ourselves to a big scoop of ice cream from a local shop. Mine was called "Foreign Affair."Best part of all, the kids are back home now. They have had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112286358812719491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112286358812719491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112286358812719491' title='Good Day'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112243726195353833</id><published>2005-07-26T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:07:41.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know if anyone here has read the book Tuesday by David Weisner. The frogs take a tour of the neighborhood using their lily pads as  transportation. It is a really cute book. A friend of ours met Weisner and asked why Tuesday was picked over the other days of the week. Apparently, nothing ever really happens on Tuesdays and it seemed like a good time to go for a ride. {G}Well, my Tuesday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112243726195353833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112243726195353833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112243726195353833' title=''/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112209450724622042</id><published>2005-07-22T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T21:55:07.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers and good thoughts</title><summary type='text'>For the second time in a month, a friend of mine is going to be checked for breast cancer. The first friend had brilliant results. Let's hope the same for the friend on this side of the Pond. The biopsy is scheduled on Monday. Prayers and good thoughts would be appreciated.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112209450724622042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112209450724622042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112209450724622042' title='Prayers and good thoughts'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112161379535974479</id><published>2005-07-17T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T08:23:15.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing is possible</title><summary type='text'>It is possible to share!It took 24 hours between the two of us, but HBP was read by Clint and I yesterday. We alternated in 2 to 3 hours sessions. I did have a headstart since I am the one who picked the book up at midnight. He got ahead of me when I went to fetch dinner {G}.Both of us are still trying to absorb the story. Right now, it is going down as one of our favorites. Will try to post </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112161379535974479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112161379535974479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112161379535974479' title='Sharing is possible'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112114174842710946</id><published>2005-07-11T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:15:48.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Missing Entry</title><summary type='text'>That is what I get when I don't write an entry in Word or Mail. The internet eats it before it can be copies. The highlights of the missing/eaten/vanished post are:-Hurricane Dennis sent us rain. It was nice.-Hurricane Dennis was nice to my family this year unlike his cousin Ivan of last year.-Sean and Elizabeth are with my in-laws for the week. Elizabeth likes her swimming lessons. Sean refuses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112114174842710946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112114174842710946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112114174842710946' title='The Missing Entry'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112077075463324837</id><published>2005-07-07T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T14:12:34.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for London</title><summary type='text'>May Peace be soon restored. May the pain and suffering of the victims be eased. May the families of the deceased find some comfort from the thoughts and prayers from the world. We are with you London.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112077075463324837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112077075463324837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112077075463324837' title='Prayer for London'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112053643428134469</id><published>2005-07-04T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:07:14.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Florida Life</title><summary type='text'>"For the first time in days I was anchored again to the progess of the sun through the heavens."Montrous Regiment of Women by Laurie R. KingOk, so I haven't been shut in the cellar of an neglected country home, but my sense of time has been screwed up since we went to family reunion and the beach.One of the sad, sad facts of motherhood is that you do become a morning person whether you like it or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112053643428134469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112053643428134469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112053643428134469' title='Post Florida Life'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-112015483625325085</id><published>2005-06-30T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T11:07:16.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again, Home Again</title><summary type='text'>We are home from the land of white sands, salt water, marine life and overpriced sunscreen. (What? Small beach area  businesses take advantage of poor forgetful tourists? Nahhhh) {G}Among the things I have the great appreciation for at this very moment are ice tea, air conditioning, and ice cream. Hurray for these things I say. I must go start the laundry that has accumulated and start the ham </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112015483625325085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/112015483625325085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112015483625325085' title='Home Again, Home Again'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111962984382483955</id><published>2005-06-24T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T09:17:23.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Away!!</title><summary type='text'>We are almost out of here. Saturday is family reunion in South Georgia and then we are headed to le' beach in Florida. Kids are getting ready to go. They were ready on Tuesday actually {G}.Everyone have safe and wonderful weekend!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111962984382483955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111962984382483955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111962984382483955' title='Weekend Away!!'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111921812976912983</id><published>2005-06-19T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:55:29.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Rec</title><summary type='text'>When Clint and I were dating, he and several of our friends had started collecting comic books. Clint was enamoured with  Batman in particular. This was the age of Frank Miller, Jim Starlin, and Alan Grant. During this era, Dick Grayson's Robin grows up to be Nightwing, Jason Todd causes trouble as Robin and in the end, Tim Drake fills Robin's shoes. Batman was dark, angst filled and was still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111921812976912983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111921812976912983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111921812976912983' title='Movie Rec'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111876970451565350</id><published>2005-06-14T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T10:21:44.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta Botannical Gardens</title><summary type='text'>Atlanta Botannical Gardens Originally uploaded by prairieharpy.My darlings under an exhibit of glass :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111876970451565350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111876970451565350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111876970451565350' title='Atlanta Botannical Gardens'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111876963552499303</id><published>2005-06-14T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T10:20:35.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chihuly Lily Pad</title><summary type='text'>Chihuly Lily Pad Originally uploaded by prairieharpy.This is Elizabeth at the Atlanta Botannical Gardens during the Chihuly exhibit last fall.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111876963552499303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111876963552499303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111876963552499303' title='Chihuly Lily Pad'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111829226920997546</id><published>2005-06-08T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:44:29.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations</title><summary type='text'>-Grape flavored apples are just wrong.-My kids may be overexposed to the Star Wars hype and our conversations regarding the last movie. They have seen the big inflatable Darth Vaders that sit on top of the local Burger Kings. Both of them have told me when viewing a deflated Vader " Oh, Obi-Wan must have killed him!" Ah, hmmm. Yes, back to Thomas the Tank Engine I think...-Listening to "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111829226920997546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111829226920997546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111829226920997546' title='Observations'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111799558859434576</id><published>2005-06-05T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T11:19:48.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme Again</title><summary type='text'>Tagged by MickiMovie Meme1) Total number of films I own on DVD/video:Hmmm, maybe 15-20.2) The last film I bought:Buzz Lightyear's Adventure-Space Command cartoons3) The last film I watched:Series of Unfortunate Events4) Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me (in no particular order):Indian Jones and the Last Crusade Room with a ViewSteel MagnoliasRobin Hood (Errol Flynn version)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111799558859434576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111799558859434576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111799558859434576' title='Meme Again'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111764389411939389</id><published>2005-06-01T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T09:42:13.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things aren't that bad...</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Nichole for this link.Too funny. We all do things that get on our nearest and dearest's nerves on occasion. I haven't had to resort to this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111764389411939389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111764389411939389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111764389411939389' title='Things aren&apos;t that bad...'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111747280088091385</id><published>2005-05-30T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:06:40.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Mondays</title><summary type='text'>It is just us girls here today. Elizabeth decided at the last moment not to stay with her grandparents yesterday. She has never done this before and we figured she must have had a good reason. I think part of it is teething pain combined with pure simple tiredness. She may be five, but she still needs an hour nap. She just hasn't gotten one in the last three days. Elizabeth and I have chosen to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111747280088091385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111747280088091385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111747280088091385' title='Rainy Mondays'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111715859545214642</id><published>2005-05-26T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T18:49:55.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a School Year</title><summary type='text'>By tomorrow noon, Elizabeth will be finished with her PreK career. Considering the chaos of the change in ownership and musical teachers, it ended well. Elizabeth has had a grand time. She can write her name and you can tell she is itching to learn to read. HURRAH!In today's mail was Sean's report card. I have it in writing. He is officially going to the second grade! WHEE! And blessings to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111715859545214642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111715859545214642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111715859545214642' title='Thoughts on a School Year'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111672597894666597</id><published>2005-05-21T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T18:40:18.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme!!</title><summary type='text'>From wahlee_98:1) Total number of books I've owned?Eek, don't have a clue. 200ish?? 2) The last book I bought?Sahara by Clive Cussler. Just had to see how it compared to the movie and I have wanted to read one his anyway.3) The last book I read?This very morning I finished Digital Fortress by Dan Brown. I have now read all of his and you can really see how his writing style has changed with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111672597894666597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111672597894666597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111672597894666597' title='Meme!!'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111663595222898716</id><published>2005-05-20T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:39:12.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am weak.</title><summary type='text'>Pitiful even. I turned on the AC last night. My excuse was that Elizabeth's fever was really bad (it was 104 at one point) and the AC made her more comfortable. The fact that the promised rain never happened and the humidity was icky had nothing to do it with it.Sigh. So much for my resolution of not turning it on until June.Elizabeth does seem to feel a bit better this morning! YEA!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111663595222898716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111663595222898716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111663595222898716' title='I am weak.'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111621290366308624</id><published>2005-05-15T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:08:23.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The week of past....</title><summary type='text'>It hasn't been the longest of weeks or the most boring of weeks. It was a moderately busy week :)Sean only has 5 more days and he will then be an official EX-first grader. I can't believe school is that close to being out. I really can't believe it considering in Febuary, I thought he was never going to pass math {G}. But he did. And tonight, he was proving that he could read chapter books as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111621290366308624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111621290366308624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111621290366308624' title='The week of past....'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111574120879847401</id><published>2005-05-10T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T09:06:48.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the mouth of kids.....</title><summary type='text'>The 5 Year Old:Mommy, do songs become alive after you write them?(quite insightful I thought)The 7 Year Old:God is Great. God is Good. LetusthankHimforthefoodamen.(quite hungry I'm guessing)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111574120879847401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111574120879847401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111574120879847401' title='From the mouth of kids.....'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111400508164734709</id><published>2005-04-20T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T06:51:21.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The flower bed under the mailbox needed six more begonias. Nichole and I head off to our local DIY store to buy said begonias. I made an amazing discovery in the garden department of Home Depot. Yes, there were beautiful flowers and yes, more flowers followed me home than I intended. Nichole didn't even plan on looking at flowers and she had flowers among her purchases. {G} The big discovery was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111400508164734709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111400508164734709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111400508164734709' title=''/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111318787000347807</id><published>2005-04-10T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T19:51:10.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>** listens to the sirens screaming on the main road**Uh-oh. That sounds bad. Our fire department is two blocks away and those engines I hear on a regular basis.  This is more than the big fire truck and the rescue truck though. Sounds like someone tried to use Chastain Road as an Indy raceway again. I haven't dispatched in 7 years now and still my ears perk up at the sound of sirens. Other than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111318787000347807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111318787000347807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111318787000347807' title=''/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111275838911898788</id><published>2005-04-05T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T20:33:09.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime</title><summary type='text'>Ahhh, spring in Georgia.  Hot pink azaleas, varying yellow shades of daffodils, glorious tulips, delicate cherry blossoms and that particular odd shade of yellow-green that can only be pine pollen.  Beauty often comes with a price. Nothing a broom and a decongestant can't handle. :)Sean and Elizabeth are on spring holidays this week. They had a great time with their grandparents this weekend. Joe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111275838911898788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111275838911898788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111275838911898788' title='Springtime'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111189498171500450</id><published>2005-03-26T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:43:01.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Fun</title><summary type='text'>We are road weary and tired. We went to Birmingham today, spent time with family, walked around the Gardens in hot sun and then drove back to A-town. We. Be. Tired. I hope everyone has a fun, blessed and glorious Easter!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111189498171500450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111189498171500450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111189498171500450' title='Holiday Fun'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111107047597649548</id><published>2005-03-17T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T06:41:15.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Meme</title><summary type='text'>I borrowed this from Estelle:1. Total number of books in your house.  Oh my. Well, hmmmm. There are books in just about every room. 200 or more? At least.2. The last book you bought:   Jonathan Strange and Dr. Norrell 3. What was the last book you were reading before reading this message?  I just started reading the  The Time Traveller's Wife 4. Write down five books that you often read or that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111107047597649548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111107047597649548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111107047597649548' title='Book Meme'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-111098911707415951</id><published>2005-03-16T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T08:05:17.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons I have been away from the blog</title><summary type='text'>In no particular order.....Early release/conference week, husband catching pink eye at work, laundry, daughter home sick with vague symptoms, son home for teacher work day, laundry, visiting with  grandparents, laundry, housework that is three weeks behind, restocking the sad, sad, looking pantry, husband sharing pink eye with me, oil changes, carpool, working on Easter baskets, antibiotics, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111098911707415951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/111098911707415951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111098911707415951' title='Reasons I have been away from the blog'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110997054722285663</id><published>2005-03-04T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T13:09:07.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost question</title><summary type='text'>So, in the series Lost Danielle has been there for the magical number of 16 years. She has managed to have enough ammunition all this time. What kind of research trip was she on that they required rifles and that much ammo? Just curious....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110997054722285663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110997054722285663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110997054722285663' title='Lost question'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110920592066666849</id><published>2005-02-23T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T16:45:20.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor's Office</title><summary type='text'>Well, we were at the pediatrician's today. Nurse calls us back for blood pressure, weight, etc... Sean is cooperating beautifully at this point. He is the big seven years old after all. He can answer questions about his own health!Nurse (looking at me): Any allergies?Sean (in a quite certain manner): Elephants.*Nurse, Elizabeth and I stare*Nurse: I'm sorry, what did you say?Sean: I'm very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110920592066666849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110920592066666849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110920592066666849' title='Doctor&apos;s Office'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110895893090064413</id><published>2005-02-20T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T20:08:50.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plague House</title><summary type='text'>Well, the three day weekend has not gone quite as planned. The weekend started going awry before school let out on Friday. The original plan was for the kids to spend one night with their grandparents and visit with some relatives when we retrieved them later. Well, I woke up with 101 F fever Friday morning that really never went away. I'll spare the rest of the details, but Friday is pretty much</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110895893090064413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110895893090064413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110895893090064413' title='The Plague House'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110826713634998104</id><published>2005-02-12T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T19:58:56.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I am having the same difficulty as Emily in writing for my blog. I don't know why. Winter doldrums? An unfulfilled longing for hibernation? A really boring bit of life? Who knows. Today has been pleasant. Laurie organized a brunch for the ladies of the neighborhood. Our neighborhood is mostly a mix of older retired couples and families with young children and a few households in between </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110826713634998104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110826713634998104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110826713634998104' title=''/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110781323986059556</id><published>2005-02-07T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T13:53:59.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish it were true,....</title><summary type='text'>J.R.R. Tolkien: Lord of the Rings. You areentertaining and imaginative, creating wholenew worlds around yourself. Well loved, youhave a whole league of imitators, none of whichis quite as profound as you are. Stories andsongs give a spark of joy in the middle of youreternal battle with the forces of evil. Which literature classic are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110781323986059556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110781323986059556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110781323986059556' title='I wish it were true,....'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110761743044040784</id><published>2005-02-05T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T07:30:30.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>arghhh</title><summary type='text'>I think I have Blogger's Block. Cure??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110761743044040784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110761743044040784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110761743044040784' title='arghhh'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110691979997089789</id><published>2005-01-28T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T05:43:19.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UH-OH</title><summary type='text'>They said on it tv. On the radio. The "S" Word. Followed by another "S" word. AND the worse of all, "FREEZING RAIN."Snow. Sleet. Freezing Rain. In Atlanta. Going to the grocery store now.Later!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110691979997089789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110691979997089789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110691979997089789' title='UH-OH'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110666280335024384</id><published>2005-01-25T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T06:20:03.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscars!!</title><summary type='text'>I know the Oscars don't really change the world or make life better. Still, I love them. I catch the live annoucements and then ponder the list. I have not seen any of the movies in the best picture category this year. I guess I have some DVD viewing later in the year. Johnny Depp fans rejoice!! He is nominated for "Finding Neverland." Poor Jamie Foxx. He probably just cancelled himself out. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110666280335024384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110666280335024384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110666280335024384' title='Oscars!!'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110635815950185417</id><published>2005-01-21T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T18:02:56.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme Time!</title><summary type='text'>Pinched from Estelle's LJ:1. Scan my interest list (aka profile area) and pick out an item that seems the most odd (or interesting) to you.2. I'll explain it.3. Then you post this in your journal so other people (and me!) can ask you about your interests.There you go. . .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110635815950185417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110635815950185417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110635815950185417' title='Meme Time!'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110584497102395011</id><published>2005-01-15T18:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T05:50:43.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blurb for all to enjoy (I hope)</title><summary type='text'>From Something Rotten by Jasper Fforde:     "When can you come back to work, Thursday?" asked Victor solemnly. "As you can see, we need you."      I paused for a moment. "I'm going to need a week to get my life back into gear first, sir. There are a few pressing matters that I have to attend to."      "What, may I ask," said Victor, "is more important than Montague and Capulet street gangs,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110584497102395011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110584497102395011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110584497102395011' title='A blurb for all to enjoy (I hope)'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110558823500668664</id><published>2005-01-12T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T19:50:35.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some life lessons...</title><summary type='text'>I'm just passing on some useful information here. Do NOT casually mention to 20 four and five year olds that there is going to be a pajama party without telling parents. Why? Because the parents will not hear one word of it until 5:45 AM the next day when it is the first words out of their mouths. (Next words being "I want waffles for breakfast Mommy." Good morning wishes come much later in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110558823500668664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110558823500668664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110558823500668664' title='Some life lessons...'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110472247535478133</id><published>2005-01-02T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T19:21:15.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from a Mall</title><summary type='text'>This afternoon I dashed out to the "big mall" (my kids' name for it) in Atlanta. ALL. BY. MYSELF!Anyway, the main mission was to go to the tea shop and get some real tea. Business was brisk and everyone was being patient. While the very nice lady who dragged many tins off the shelf for me to inspect, the other clerk offered her assistance to the couple in line behind me."Hi, how can I help </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110472247535478133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110472247535478133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110472247535478133' title='Scenes from a Mall'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110457940875592768</id><published>2005-01-01T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T03:36:48.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the words of many</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110457940875592768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110457940875592768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110457940875592768' title='in the words of many'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110394207934431209</id><published>2004-12-24T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T18:34:39.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Merry Season to All</title><summary type='text'>My family would like to wish you and yours a very happy and Merry Christmas. Have fun and enjoy your new toys or the simple luxury of off time (if you got it!)Love,Laura, Clint, Sean and Elizabeth</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110394207934431209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110394207934431209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110394207934431209' title='A Merry Season to All'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110382358314116090</id><published>2004-12-23T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T09:39:43.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven years ago...</title><summary type='text'>I was not quite so preoccupied with Christmas preparations. Seven years ago we had a baby boy! Now he stands up to my shoulder, has started calling me "MOM" in the last couple of days (rather than mommy) and informs me at every turn that he is seven and can do this or that. :)HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEAN!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110382358314116090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110382358314116090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110382358314116090' title='Seven years ago...'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110374332043831264</id><published>2004-12-22T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T11:22:00.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why...</title><summary type='text'>but this paragraph just jumped out at me:" I will not undertake to even speculate about them, but there are some minor problems with which we now will have to deal. Mary Taylor has mentioned one: our daily round of work that must be done with no servants to aid. Truly it is a tremendous task for those who live in large rambling house originally built to be manned by three or more servants. And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110374332043831264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110374332043831264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110374332043831264' title='I don&apos;t know why...'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110360449015353682</id><published>2004-12-20T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T20:48:10.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Nothings</title><summary type='text'> I refuse to acknowledge that I am getting a cold the week of Christmas. Denial is a strong force. Therefore, I will simply ignore the running nose, stinging throat and stuffy head feeling. If I don't believe it, it isn't happening. RIGHT????!!!!!!Today was spent part in quiet and in a slightly frantic scramble for one or two more items. Sean and Elizabeth spent the day with their grandpaents. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110360449015353682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110360449015353682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110360449015353682' title='Today&apos;s Nothings'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110351970732156146</id><published>2004-12-19T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T21:15:07.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's activities</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday we had seasonal fun. One of the neighbors invited Sean and Elizabeth over to decorate gingerbread houses. We arrived to find a mailbox for letters to Santa and stationary if you needed to write one! My son dictated a letter to cover all the bases. One of our neighbors later found me and also dictated a letter {G}. Our neighbor had everything ready. Graham crackers houses were waiting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110351970732156146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110351970732156146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110351970732156146' title='Season&apos;s activities'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110273774248140082</id><published>2004-12-10T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T20:02:22.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Nothings</title><summary type='text'>Good evening. Not much to report here. Compared to last Friday, today has been a breeze! {G}Kids are good. You can tell they are getting tired and need a Christmas break. They need a few days of sleeping in, goofing off and being off the school routine. And no, my Christmas shopping isn't done. Clint was off today and it was nice having him home. He and I took a quick trip to a bookstore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110273774248140082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110273774248140082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110273774248140082' title='Friday&apos;s Nothings'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110213339341442894</id><published>2004-12-03T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T20:09:53.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life as comedy</title><summary type='text'> Sean had a school field trip today to the Children's Museum! WHEE!I volunteered to be one of the field trip parents. WHEE!Everthing is well organized for the parents. Each parent is given 5 students to track, a map, explanation of how the exhibits were to be rotated and how lunch was going to work.Santa Claus drove our bus.The aisles in school buses are a lot narrower than they use to be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110213339341442894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110213339341442894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110213339341442894' title='My life as comedy'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110187005167733150</id><published>2004-11-30T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:00:51.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT Amused</title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting here right now with a stomach virus or something. Anyway, I do not feel well and it is unpleasant. I go to the IMDB.com to look up something.What is the glaring, flashing ad banner at the top of the screen?"Stomach irritation? Bloating? yadda, yadda...."ARGH! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110187005167733150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110187005167733150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110187005167733150' title='NOT Amused'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110135439780082821</id><published>2004-11-24T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T19:46:37.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing question and other things</title><summary type='text'>Has anyone ever taken a class called "Writeriffic-Creativity Training for Writers"....... Huh?Excuse the interruption, but a misguided Elizabeth just wandered into the living room thinking it was time to get up. Uh. No. Back to the original question. This class is offered online by a local college and it sounds intriguing. I have also found out that there is a book by the same name and it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110135439780082821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110135439780082821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110135439780082821' title='Writing question and other things'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110087253127286158</id><published>2004-11-19T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T05:55:31.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing of the Decades</title><summary type='text'>Bye-Bye 30's!!!!!  You can slide safely into the past now :)Helllooooo  40!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110087253127286158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110087253127286158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110087253127286158' title='Changing of the Decades'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110057624456278190</id><published>2004-11-15T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T19:37:24.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensory days</title><summary type='text'>Before I get to the silly post, a serious note or two:Debbie, I hope Mike gets well soon!!Micki-I'm glad you are back safe and sound. Look forward to hearing all about the big trip!Has anyone ever had one of those days that color, smell and other senses just seem to permeate the day? I know we automatically process these sensations every day, but on some days you feel it more than others?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110057624456278190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110057624456278190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110057624456278190' title='Sensory days'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-110027055299726535</id><published>2004-11-12T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T06:42:32.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz time!</title><summary type='text'>You are Kate. Breathtakingly beautiful, seeminglypure of heart, and you can even sew your owncurtains!  You listen to Patsy Cline anywhereand know how to work a farm.  Your past hauntsyou.  An accused criminal, are you innocent orguilty?  The only thing thing we know you'reguilty of is not giving Charlie the attentionhe needs. Which Lost Character Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110027055299726535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/110027055299726535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110027055299726535' title='Quiz time!'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109992446111274494</id><published>2004-11-08T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T06:34:21.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday, Monday</title><summary type='text'>Hi All.It has been quiet here in Lake Woebegone. Oh wait. Wrong town.It has been quiet here in our little part of Georgia. The weekend was fairly quiet. We spent the day with my in-laws on Saturday. Poor Dad had to go to the doctor for the never-ending ear infection. Then Elizabeth pops a mystery fever. Clint's bummed that the Cowboys lost another one. Outside of those events the weekend was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109992446111274494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109992446111274494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109992446111274494' title='Monday, Monday, Monday'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109940321364973092</id><published>2004-11-02T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T05:46:53.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise and Rambling thoughts</title><summary type='text'>The sun rises on a new day and reveals caffeine-braced voters standing in line at their local polling places. My favorite story of the morning are the folks who camped out, air mattress and all. Apparently, she couldn't take off work and the media has been making a big deal of the probable long lines. Determined to exercise her right to vote, she found a way. Her boyfriend joined her. They were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109940321364973092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109940321364973092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109940321364973092' title='Sunrise and Rambling thoughts'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109872147909345306</id><published>2004-10-25T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T09:24:39.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunting</title><summary type='text'>I read and read the morning's offerings of available jobs on a couple of the larger job hunting websites. My favorites:- Position:  Phone actress/actor   Requirements:  Must have sultry or sexy voice. Will be carrying on "ADULT" converstations. For entertainment purposes of course.Of Course.- Position: Yacht broker in Atlanta, Georgia   Requirements: Be able to work from a home office and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109872147909345306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109872147909345306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109872147909345306' title='Job Hunting'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109836001774496686</id><published>2004-10-21T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T05:00:17.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good and Bad</title><summary type='text'>Hi all!Bad news:-Sean is home with a fever. He is still sleeping, so he really must not feel good. Have orange juice. Have bread for toast. Computer games still work. As far as Sean is concerned, that is all he needs for a full recovery.  :)-Job hunting stinks. I spent two hours yesterday searching for part-time or stay at home jobs. Amazing opportunities abound! I did learn I can make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109836001774496686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109836001774496686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109836001774496686' title='Good and Bad'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109821919402366370</id><published>2004-10-19T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T13:53:14.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV </title><summary type='text'>Did anyone else watch "Farscape: Peacekeeper Wars"?.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109821919402366370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109821919402366370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109821919402366370' title='TV '/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109786256676882983</id><published>2004-10-15T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T10:54:33.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Job</title><summary type='text'>The job is great. The hours are perfect and my boss is quite understanding about family things. I am getting use to working in the tiny little cubicle with shiny new computer. Boss is pleased with my work even though he cannot fathom why I would vote for Kerry. {G}Change that. The job WAS great.I was laid off Thursday morning. He didn't want to let me go. After the CPA balanced the books on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109786256676882983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109786256676882983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109786256676882983' title='My Job'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109772187297427245</id><published>2004-10-13T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T19:44:32.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack-Jawed</title><summary type='text'>Tonight's episode of "Lost."Oh. Man.Don't tell him what he can't do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109772187297427245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109772187297427245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109772187297427245' title='Slack-Jawed'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109743189213278511</id><published>2004-10-10T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T11:11:32.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back...</title><summary type='text'>Welcome back Nichole!! Congrats on surviving your first Girl Scout camping trip too :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109743189213278511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109743189213278511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109743189213278511' title='Welcome back...'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109734581360429675</id><published>2004-10-09T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T11:16:53.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz time!</title><summary type='text'>I am Girl Next DoorClick on the picture below to read more:Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109734581360429675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109734581360429675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109734581360429675' title='Quiz time!'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109719433924384810</id><published>2004-10-07T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T17:12:19.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Check this out...</title><summary type='text'>Astronomy Picture of the DayIt looks like something Miles and Ivan would see on their travels, yet it happend right here on the Gulf of Mexico!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109719433924384810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109719433924384810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109719433924384810' title='Oh, Check this out...'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109711255728719236</id><published>2004-10-06T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T18:29:17.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><summary type='text'>When your body is having a calcium craving, why does it want the full fat ranch dressing or the ice cream rather than the sensible, tasty, lowfat yogurt smoothie?P.S. Did anyone watch "Lost" this evening?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109711255728719236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109711255728719236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109711255728719236' title='WHY?'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109693864128750267</id><published>2004-10-04T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T18:14:40.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The trip to Wal-Mart</title><summary type='text'>Both kids are in need of humidifiers tonight. I bought one earlier today and Laurie lent me one of hers. Hers needed a new filter and that should have been easy to find at Target. Good theory except that Target didn't carry the right filter needed. Right. So, a sunset run to Wally World was made. Crowded as usual. I find the filter straight away. I also pick up some light bulbs, a pair of hose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109693864128750267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109693864128750267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109693864128750267' title='The trip to Wal-Mart'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109685219213924779</id><published>2004-10-03T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T18:10:54.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of our anniversary weekend</title><summary type='text'>All in all, it has been a nice weekend with the family. On Friday afternoon we browsed Borders, ate Mexican food, showed the kids where I work, and then had movie night as a family. Sean and Elizabeth really, really liked "Star Wars." Sean likes the light sabers and Elizabeth likes the C3PO and R2D2. Saturday was a bit more busy as I went to a garage sale at a subdivision down the street. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109685219213924779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109685219213924779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109685219213924779' title='Highlights of our anniversary weekend'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109658717717712130</id><published>2004-09-30T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T16:32:57.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a good try...</title><summary type='text'>3:45 pm  at the Wholesale ClubMe: Ok kids. We are going to get a special surprise for Daddy. It's Mommy and Daddy's anniversary this weekend and I want to SURPRISE him with the new Star Wars dvds. OK???Kids: OK!!! We like these in the shiny silver box Mommy!!{Dvd's go gently plop in the enormous club buggy.}5:55 pm  Garage door opens announcing husband's return from the wilds of Atlanta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109658717717712130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109658717717712130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109658717717712130' title='It was a good try...'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109604496513465191</id><published>2004-09-24T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T19:53:33.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Nothings</title><summary type='text'>Hello everyone from my new job!This is my bright new shiny computer. I am having a great time poking around and seeing what it is doing or can do. I can tell that I am going to have to get a "For Dummies Book" because it has been a long time since I have used Windows and seriously used Windows programs for more than a minute or two. It seems I have forgotten basic things like how to make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109604496513465191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109604496513465191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109604496513465191' title='Friday&apos;s Nothings'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109555927605961371</id><published>2004-09-18T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T19:01:16.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatives coping with Ivan aftermath and job</title><summary type='text'>Chatted with my mom and aunt a little while ago. Aunt now has power and phone. This is good news. Last night the phone company's recording said she wasn't going to get phone service back until October 20th!!  They hedged their bets a bit I think. Our uncle is going to be without power for approximately 3 weeks.  The road leading to his home is in bad shape and it is goign to take tree and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109555927605961371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109555927605961371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109555927605961371' title='Relatives coping with Ivan aftermath and job'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109538655160627346</id><published>2004-09-16T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T19:02:31.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivan and job news</title><summary type='text'>Even as I type, TS Ivan is dumping loads and loads of rain on us. Clint and I have decided that the front yard looks nice as a lake and we can use the front porch as a pier. {G} Clint was allowed to come home early, which is a miracle in and of itself. Elizabeth's school dismissed early and Sean's did not. However, Sean's school did not have after school care and we had a visitor from next door </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109538655160627346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109538655160627346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109538655160627346' title='Ivan and job news'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109504100764448309</id><published>2004-09-12T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T19:03:27.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's Somethings</title><summary type='text'>We have been to Birmingham and back today. Sunrise was pretty. So was sunset. More importantly, it was lovely to see my Mom, aunt, brother and his new wife. We have thrown rocks in the stream, eaten WAYYYYY too much food, enjoyed good company and then sadly, had to leave. Hurricane Ivan needs to make up his mind. Either way, I think we are getting rain and the trees are going to share more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109504100764448309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109504100764448309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109504100764448309' title='Sunday&apos;s Somethings'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109483409778862333</id><published>2004-09-10T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T09:34:57.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning about that web site in last post</title><summary type='text'>Hi all,As I was telling Leslie in my last post, the work from home offer from www.cheaprooms.com is a scam. They send an immediate email saying the position applied for was filled, but have another opportunity. Basically, they want to auction off travel packages on Ebay in your name and use a Paypal account, also in your name. You get "Paid" by allowing them to do this and get a percentage off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109483409778862333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109483409778862333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109483409778862333' title='Warning about that web site in last post'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109474621582880976</id><published>2004-09-09T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T09:10:15.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is that glowing orb in the sky?</title><summary type='text'>It is simply delicious outside right now. The calm after the storm is always miraclous in my opinion. After three days of dark brooding clouds and now refreshing temps and blue sky. The windows are open at the moment much to the cats' delight. Whiskers, Tiger and Guinevere have all claimed their spots and are enjoying the breeze and patch of sun.Not too much to report today. I have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109474621582880976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109474621582880976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109474621582880976' title='What is that glowing orb in the sky?'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109426456021266899</id><published>2004-09-03T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T19:22:40.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather, food, and rest of the week</title><summary type='text'>This is the week I pick to totally restock the pantry and freezer. I had let everything run down to nothing and it was a big shopping week for me.  Kroger just luvvvssss me this week.   I went to the wholesale club and bought pork loin, chicken, and beef stew meat.  It  has been portioned, wrapped and  put up in the freezer. The kids went with me one afternoon to Publix and popsicles mysteriously</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109426456021266899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109426456021266899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109426456021266899' title='Weather, food, and rest of the week'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109390713633704627</id><published>2004-08-30T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T16:05:36.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never been sorted this way before</title><summary type='text'>Because I tend to wander into the crowd occasionally. Snatched from several friends...You are a GRYFFINDOR!As a Gryffindor and as an SFP, you are adventurous,impulsive, and value heroic deeds.  You enjoymoving from one challenge to the next, and arerisk-taking, adaptable, and pragmatic.  Sinceyou value freedom and spontaneity, you dislikestructure and may bend rules that you feel aretoo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109390713633704627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109390713633704627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109390713633704627' title='Never been sorted this way before'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109383202828109546</id><published>2004-08-29T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T19:13:48.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend gone by</title><summary type='text'>All's quiet for now.  It has been a pretty good weekend, even if it was a bit on the quiet side.  Saturday morning was spent at Microcenter and the place you go with kids only if you are brave. {G} We took the kids to TRU to see if Elizabeth gravitated toward anything special. Her birthday is coming up this week and she really hasn't asked for anything. She wants a chocolate cake with pink icing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109383202828109546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109383202828109546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109383202828109546' title='Another weekend gone by'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109353882152770299</id><published>2004-08-26T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T09:47:01.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More school news</title><summary type='text'>Remember  Elizabeth's PreK teacher? The one who should have told the alleged directors to take a hike the day they surprised her with a room full of four year olds? The teacher that Elizabeth just adores? The teacher who is the only reason why we haven't pulled Elizabeth out and placed her elsewhere?Her last day is Friday. She just started telling parents today.Needless to say, I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109353882152770299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109353882152770299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109353882152770299' title='More school news'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642899.post-109335329288664710</id><published>2004-08-24T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T06:14:52.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good WIshes</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLINT!!!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109335329288664710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642899/posts/default/109335329288664710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljrags.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109335329288664710' title='Good WIshes'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08955454360323946458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
