<?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-1363085997515365095</id><updated>2012-02-03T10:56:46.464-08:00</updated><category term='http://news.yahoo.com/s/politico/31502'/><category term='stuff I hate'/><category term='smile'/><category term='Falling'/><category term='Obama in 08'/><category term='bear'/><category term='Baby Wogs'/><category term='going green'/><category term='Whatever'/><category term='Cake'/><category term='positively positive'/><category term='Obama is 08'/><category term='Mission Bitch Begone'/><category term='PMS'/><category term='Rainy days'/><category term='Obama 08'/><title type='text'>Sain Nation</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</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>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-5766583204732804364</id><published>2012-02-03T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T10:56:46.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Komen backs off decision on funding cuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/46243184/ns/health-womens_health/t/komen-backs-decision-funding-cuts/#.TywpJQ8ILZw.blogger"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Komen&lt;/span&gt; backs off decision on funding cuts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the future I know where my donations will continue to go and where they will not. I am happy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Komen&lt;/span&gt; reversed their decision, but I will not forget. Many women are in need of informed care and have few financially viable options. PP will continue to get my donations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-5766583204732804364?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5766583204732804364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2012/02/komen-backs-off-decision-on-funding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5766583204732804364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5766583204732804364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2012/02/komen-backs-off-decision-on-funding.html' title='Komen backs off decision on funding cuts'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-7302714188753282964</id><published>2012-02-03T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T05:52:49.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planned Parenthood recoups pulled funds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.northjersey.com/news/138626784_Women_s_health_group_recoups_pulled_funding.html"&gt;http://www.northjersey.com/news/138626784_Women_s_health_group_recoups_pulled_funding.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-7302714188753282964?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7302714188753282964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2012/02/more-on-planned-parenthood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7302714188753282964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7302714188753282964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2012/02/more-on-planned-parenthood.html' title='Planned Parenthood recoups pulled funds'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-4470479485882098859</id><published>2012-02-01T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T10:59:37.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planned Parenthood 'reeling' after losing charity funds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/46209349/ns/health-womens_health/t/planned-parenthood-reeling-after-losing-charity-funds/#.TymK9ElTdk4.blogger"&gt;Planned Parenthood 'reeling' after losing charity funds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-4470479485882098859?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4470479485882098859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2012/02/planned-parenthood-reeling-after-losing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4470479485882098859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4470479485882098859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2012/02/planned-parenthood-reeling-after-losing.html' title='Planned Parenthood &apos;reeling&apos; after losing charity funds'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-7959907558406177134</id><published>2012-01-11T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T08:39:33.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned pit bull's best pal is a Chihuahua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndYz7KD-uHo/Tw26rJQsZ3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IaDYsEWFYSo/s1600/g-tdy-120105-chihuahua-pitbull_grid-5x2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 316px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696414354076624754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndYz7KD-uHo/Tw26rJQsZ3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IaDYsEWFYSo/s320/g-tdy-120105-chihuahua-pitbull_grid-5x2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Please read this heartfelt story. This is true BFF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/45899910/ns/today-today_pets_and_animals/t/abandoned-pit-bulls-best-pal-chihuahua/#.Tw26aCapEHU.blogger"&gt;Abandoned pit bull's best pal is a Chihuahua&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-7959907558406177134?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7959907558406177134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/abandoned-pit-bulls-best-pal-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7959907558406177134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7959907558406177134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/abandoned-pit-bulls-best-pal-is.html' title='Abandoned pit bull&apos;s best pal is a Chihuahua'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndYz7KD-uHo/Tw26rJQsZ3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IaDYsEWFYSo/s72-c/g-tdy-120105-chihuahua-pitbull_grid-5x2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-7689830672744991087</id><published>2011-11-07T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T10:44:07.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On being veggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ugh! I'm so bored with food right now. Everyone I'm with eats meat. I need a support group. My husband is blaming me for his weight gain. I'm not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt; for his eating habits. I cook the same way as I used to, he is using this as an excuse to stuff himself with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sandwiches&lt;/span&gt; and BBQ, and etc. He says he would cook dinner for me, but doesn't know what I eat any more. That is such a cop out. He sees me make every kind of veg and all kinds beans and grains. This is crap!     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-7689830672744991087?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7689830672744991087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-being-veggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7689830672744991087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7689830672744991087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-being-veggie.html' title='On being veggie'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-4016054116764128345</id><published>2011-09-29T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:39:15.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Like most people I am always looking for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ultimate&lt;/span&gt; stress reliever. Recently I tried to meditate only to get up after five minutes. I would like to do it two times a day for fifteen minutes, but five minutes is a start and apparently my finish. I focus, my mind wonders, I get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fidgety&lt;/span&gt;, then I'm done. My mind, like most women I know, goes a mile a minute. Things just pop up. Did I pay the car payment? Is my wallet in my purse? What about my cell phone? What's that noise? My inner &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;monologue&lt;/span&gt; goes on and on. Stress is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brutal&lt;/span&gt;, but I'll try again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-4016054116764128345?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4016054116764128345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/meditation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4016054116764128345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4016054116764128345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/meditation.html' title='Meditation'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-6134531749273381520</id><published>2011-08-17T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T08:07:40.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DNA test for a dog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; As some of you may know when I get lit about something I can be like a terrier. I've been looking for a pet sitter for a couple of weeks with zero success. I called one and they are vacationing the same week as me. I called another, no one called back. I asked my vet for more recommendations, no one called me back. My mom recommended someone and I called her, no call back after a week and a half. I called again knowing my mom is currently using this pet sitter to watch her dog. So here we are....I'm calling out this pet sitter I spoke to yesterday. I can do that it's my blog! She returned my call and asked who recommended me to her. I told her my mom and I asked how things went with my mom's dog. She says and I quote " well she didn't bite me". My gut said end this conversation, now. I didn't and preceded to tell her what I needed and about my dog. "He's a lab mix and he weighs 65lbs....." She interrupts me. " Lab mixed with what...PIT BULL?" I hesitated because of course we know where this is going. "Yes, along with many other things". While thinking to my self, I have never had him DNA tested.  I can only assume about his mix, but it's clear he has some Pit, Sheppard and Beagle. She can only assume also, but she starts rambling on and on about the insurance company she owns and how her home owners will not allow her to watch pit bulls. I say "thank you I will call someone else." She keeps going. I say "thank you" again and try to end the conversation. She keeps going.... I end conversation abruptly. " THANK YOU. I GET THE POINT. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME!" If you do not know, home owners insurance requires higher payments and payoffs for pet owners who have pit bulls. They are a liability. Let's go back in the story. Remember when the pet sitter said my mom's dog did not bite her...well I know some one that dog did bite. MY MOM, in the face. Ten stitches. That is a liability. I never asked this women for my dog to stay with her. I asked to meet with her. If I said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Poodle&lt;/span&gt; mix or Collie mix, would she have asked me mixed with pit bull? But I'll never know. This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;discrimination&lt;/span&gt;.       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-6134531749273381520?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6134531749273381520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/08/dna-test-for-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6134531749273381520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6134531749273381520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/08/dna-test-for-dog.html' title='DNA test for a dog.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-6961552855101032858</id><published>2011-08-06T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T08:17:43.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the Real Ronald Reagan, from 'Capitalism: A Love Story'</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vvVAPsn3Fpk?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-6961552855101032858?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6961552855101032858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/08/remembering-real-ronald-reagan-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6961552855101032858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6961552855101032858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/08/remembering-real-ronald-reagan-from.html' title='Remembering the Real Ronald Reagan, from &apos;Capitalism: A Love Story&apos;'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vvVAPsn3Fpk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-120092598641945178</id><published>2011-07-25T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T14:29:32.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppet and Puff! (Cat loves Bearded Dragon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5xl4L-6OF_A?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-120092598641945178?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/120092598641945178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/07/puppet-and-puff-cat-loves-bearded.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/120092598641945178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/120092598641945178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/07/puppet-and-puff-cat-loves-bearded.html' title='Puppet and Puff! (Cat loves Bearded Dragon)'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5xl4L-6OF_A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-9216791329344812216</id><published>2011-07-21T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T05:36:15.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nanny Dogs"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYTYg3CYuRU/TihCfSXhDRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B1ouu6j7qjo/s1600/pitbullold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631824439300656402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYTYg3CYuRU/TihCfSXhDRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B1ouu6j7qjo/s320/pitbullold.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ioTOki6_WIs/Tig0mkJvtNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/depOXtWOBsc/s1600/pitbullold.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently I read a news blog article about Pit Bulls.  The article included various photos of children with Pit Bulls with the reference to them as "Nanny Dogs". Apparently people in the past used them to watch over their children. This is no surprise to me. Pit Bulls, if brought up in the proper environment, are fantastic dogs. They are loyal, loving, fun, and playful, but unfortunately  people/humans have given them their bad raps. Shelters are filled with unwanted Pits, many of them rescued from "owners" who raised them as fighters or to be aggressive. Why am I writing  this... People need to responsible for their choices when they choose a pet. When considering becoming a pet owner one needs to take into account their lifestyle. Will this pet fit? Am I allergic? Can I afford this pet? If I move will my pet be welcome in my new place? Consider some towns will not allow Pit Bulls. I could on and on, my point is pets are not interchangeable or disposable.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-9216791329344812216?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/9216791329344812216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/07/nanny-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/9216791329344812216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/9216791329344812216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/07/nanny-dogs.html' title='&quot;Nanny Dogs&quot;'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYTYg3CYuRU/TihCfSXhDRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B1ouu6j7qjo/s72-c/pitbullold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-4140750792153180355</id><published>2011-07-11T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:52:50.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green eggs, hold the ham.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaTVY3IvgLk/ThsrETEXxmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zL9ruua4sH0/s1600/Photo_E60A895C-5F44-E9B2-9D62-289414FB9207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628139512167646818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaTVY3IvgLk/ThsrETEXxmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zL9ruua4sH0/s320/Photo_E60A895C-5F44-E9B2-9D62-289414FB9207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These eggs came from the Farmers Market I go to almost every Sunday from May. -Oct.. Two of eggs are green. I paid more then I should have, but I will sleep better knowing they came from happy and comfy Chickens. Other things I bought at the market...Maple butter, berries, and dill. The garden we have is providing us with plenty of other goodies, therefore I had no need to buy any veggies. I have green beans coming out of my ears right now. But the best part of going to the Market are memories that flood back to me from when I went to Vermont as a kid. I went during some Winters and Summers up until I was about 11 or 12. During the Winter my aunt would put me in a snow suit I hated and we would walk up to the woods. That snow suit was uncomfortable and I spent to much thought on who might see me in my warm get up. Mind you there was not a soul out there. In the woods we would ride on the back of a tractor and help collect sap buckets from the maple trees, part of the process of making Maple syrup. After we picked up all the buckets we would head to the sugar house to boil, skim foam and cook the sap until all was syrupy goodness. Sometimes I would sit out in the snow behind the house and drink a cup of hot sugar water. I love real maple syrup. There is no substitute. During the Summer my aunt and I would visit all the nearby neighbors, and when I say near, not really, but we would walk. We would walk by the cows at one farm, we stopped for little chat with them and on to the next farmhouse. At the next farm is where I found my love of goats, chickens and Mountain Bernese Dogs. I thought that house was the best place to go that Summer. The woman who owned it had puppies, which are always fun and she had Chickens that laid Green Eggs, also fun. I had seen brown ones before, but green seemed crazy at the time. I made my aunt make them the minute we got home to see if they tasted any different, which they didn't. As far as the goats, whenever I see one now I laugh. I think they are so funny. To me they look like little old men, wise old men who know some secret. Not to mention goats are very pushy, which is also great for laughs. Ahhhhh fond memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-4140750792153180355?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4140750792153180355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/07/green-eggs-hold-ham.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4140750792153180355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4140750792153180355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/07/green-eggs-hold-ham.html' title='Green eggs, hold the ham.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaTVY3IvgLk/ThsrETEXxmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zL9ruua4sH0/s72-c/Photo_E60A895C-5F44-E9B2-9D62-289414FB9207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3750676098734631898</id><published>2011-07-02T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T09:43:22.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does bacon come from?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXruofPp6wg/Tg9Dkc6dLYI/AAAAAAAAADs/uhzGQ3BvYcQ/s1600/billboard2-thumb-400x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624788753124765058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXruofPp6wg/Tg9Dkc6dLYI/AAAAAAAAADs/uhzGQ3BvYcQ/s320/billboard2-thumb-400x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently have been having some conversations with some friends who still don't understand how I could give up bacon. Well after watching a horrible video on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mercyforanimals&lt;/span&gt;.org. Which my husband said, please don't tell me. I have no questions, at all, about my continued choice not to eat animals. That's right! I did not say my choice not to eat meat. Notice the distinction? Wake up for crying out loud! I am crying right now thinking about what I saw people doing to baby pigs and baby chickens. The mistreatment was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appalling&lt;/span&gt;. Adult pigs forced to live their lives in cages where they can not move, period!! Forced to live with infections, or live with pus filled prolapsed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uteruses&lt;/span&gt;, and oh yeah, that is just the beginning of it. People you eat animals that come from these places. Delicious! Let's go to Costco now. I have nothing against Costco, they treat their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;employees&lt;/span&gt; great. But companies purchasing pork from these places are completely unaware of the mistreatment. I will be writing them to inform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would not eat my dog or cats why would I eat other animals. It makes no sense to me why others would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note to Bacon: I once loved you, but our relationship is over! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3750676098734631898?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3750676098734631898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-does-bacon-come-from.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3750676098734631898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3750676098734631898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-does-bacon-come-from.html' title='Where does bacon come from?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXruofPp6wg/Tg9Dkc6dLYI/AAAAAAAAADs/uhzGQ3BvYcQ/s72-c/billboard2-thumb-400x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-4827206910730734037</id><published>2011-04-19T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T12:03:24.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Bunny Heads</title><content type='html'>I would like to take a moment to thank all the Chocolate Bunnies that will sacrifice their heads on Sunday and in the weeks following. All would be lost without Chocolate Bunnies. Biting into an egg filled with Caramel is good, but biting a cute little Chocolate Bunny head is better.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people will benefit from your sacrifice in the coming weeks especially those with PMS. Thank you, Chocolate Bunnies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-4827206910730734037?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4827206910730734037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/04/chocolate-bunny-heads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4827206910730734037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4827206910730734037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/04/chocolate-bunny-heads.html' title='Chocolate Bunny Heads'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3478532918656608261</id><published>2011-02-25T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T06:12:24.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing is the best, and get over yourself already.</title><content type='html'>It is another day of weather in the beautiful Garden State. Rainy and grey, but better than dangerous snow and ice, so I'll take it the way it comes. On days like this it is difficult for some to stay positive, me included. For me, laughing is the best medicine. I try to laugh every chance I get. I especially love and enjoy laughing loud. I do get looks sometimes, but those people are jealous of my quick witty humor. It is a fact the office I work in has a no laughing policy. Really, I'm not kidding. I found this out recently when I heard the staff chatting about the new employee manual. I'm truly lucky not to work for that part of the office. A no laughing policy is just bad business and employee relations. I would never work for someone who had a policy like that, but I do work with someone who does. Let me tell you it never stops me from laughing, even when I get the look. I just think to myself, HAHAHAHA heee heeee Haaaaaa HEEEEE HAAAAA HA!!!! Works every time. Instantly positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3478532918656608261?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3478532918656608261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/02/laughing-is-best-and-get-over-yourself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3478532918656608261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3478532918656608261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/02/laughing-is-best-and-get-over-yourself.html' title='Laughing is the best, and get over yourself already.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3334813242096301547</id><published>2011-02-02T08:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:36:03.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/TUmOd6GXBgI/AAAAAAAAADg/wJ1bGcOodpU/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569139058683610626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/TUmOd6GXBgI/AAAAAAAAADg/wJ1bGcOodpU/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My garden will be here in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/TUmMNKl9wqI/AAAAAAAAADY/kED0LiQrvug/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569136572030108322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/TUmMNKl9wqI/AAAAAAAAADY/kED0LiQrvug/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Purple flowers will be here in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/TUmMFuAl99I/AAAAAAAAADQ/gROIdOiHCBs/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569136444098082770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/TUmMFuAl99I/AAAAAAAAADQ/gROIdOiHCBs/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My car will leave this driveway and road tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the town ever plows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/TUmL9ashZxI/AAAAAAAAADI/H8rtzUydb2w/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569136301474670354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/TUmL9ashZxI/AAAAAAAAADI/H8rtzUydb2w/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supposedly the highways are fine, but I can not tell from here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm safe and warm. I foolishly did attempt to leave and go to work, but as what seems to be the new norm, nature laughs at my plans. I officially no longer like snow days. A 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WD&lt;/span&gt; is in my near future, which means if I get one it will not snow anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3334813242096301547?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3334813242096301547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/02/ice-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3334813242096301547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3334813242096301547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/02/ice-storm.html' title='Ice Storm'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/TUmOd6GXBgI/AAAAAAAAADg/wJ1bGcOodpU/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-5880667769289430733</id><published>2011-01-28T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T06:50:25.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy bigger jeans.</title><content type='html'>I'm not suggesting I'm big. In fact I'm healthy and now perfectly satisfied still being much smaller than the average woman in the US. Since eating a vegetarian diet I have gained weight. I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that and I just bought bigger jeans. BUT now I need to start the other healthy regimen, exercise. I'm not sedentary, but I do not move as much as I should. It's finding the time, or wanting to find the time, I find difficult. After becoming a vegetarian in June I've heard so much BS about how I'm going to become huge now. People will say anything about not eating meat because they are uncomfortable. Mind you I never point out the obvious reasons not to eat meat, but everyone likes to point out why I should be. I've heard the, you need protein speech, the don't eat to much Soy, and the what about Iron question. Then I heard I would grow to enormous proportions, because apparently now all I eat is Mac and Cheese. Warped thinking if you ask me. Notice the first part of ___&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;etarian&lt;/span&gt; does not start with Mac. I would like to mention  during Christmas dinner, eggplant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;parm&lt;/span&gt; was serve. I was over joyed. Until my husband said...the sausage in here is great. Crap! WHO PUTS SAUSAGE IN EGGPLANT &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PARM&lt;/span&gt;.? Just add more meat, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; the Ham, Stuffed Cabbage, and Brisket was not enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-5880667769289430733?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5880667769289430733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/01/buy-bigger-jeans.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5880667769289430733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5880667769289430733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2011/01/buy-bigger-jeans.html' title='Buy bigger jeans.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-2587658826187328052</id><published>2010-12-20T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T05:46:47.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon's Cat in 'Santa Claws'</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nn2h3_aH3vo?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-2587658826187328052?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2587658826187328052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/12/simons-cat-in-santa-claws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2587658826187328052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2587658826187328052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/12/simons-cat-in-santa-claws.html' title='Simon&apos;s Cat in &apos;Santa Claws&apos;'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nn2h3_aH3vo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-8059809622388503996</id><published>2010-08-23T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:36:17.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg recall</title><content type='html'>The simple fact that the media and FDA calls it a recall indicates these eggs come from a factory. Or a plant where eggs magically come from the sky, not from an actual chicken. The FDA says," we'll find out where the outbreak of salmonella stems from". Well lets be frank......the conditions these chickens are forced to endure is beyond unhealthy for all involved, humans and chickens alike. Who believes the FDA has &lt;em&gt;no&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; idea how this happens? Really?!! I'll be real and I also will apologize if you are offended by the facts of eggs.&lt;br /&gt;In most cases the chickens that provide eggs in mass are forced to live their whole lives in a cages. Not one chicken to one cage either. These cages are stored one on top of the other. The chickens poop and they poop on the ones below them or on the other ten or twenty in the cage with them. They are recalling 1/2 a billion eggs. How many chickens does it take to provide 500,000,000 eggs? Chickens lay 1 egg a day. Do the math. That is a lot of chickens. So sarcastically.... I can not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; how the eggs became poisoned with salmonella. Oh and the cage free eggs/chickens, read that carefully. It is not a bunch of chickens running around a farm eating grass. Picture a warehouse filled wall to wall with chickens. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; much better (also sarcasm).&lt;br /&gt;During this "outbreak" I did not have to look to see where my eggs came from. I get eggs from my friends who have chickens. I also buy eggs from local farmers.&lt;br /&gt;I am not willing to go vegan yet and feel the least I can do is be a conscience eater. Lowering my carbon footprint means being awake to the reality of what animals go through before they get to my selfish plate. Over easy anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-8059809622388503996?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8059809622388503996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/08/egg-recall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/8059809622388503996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/8059809622388503996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/08/egg-recall.html' title='Egg recall'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3315642773921310440</id><published>2010-07-13T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:58:02.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and help.</title><content type='html'>When I first took the job I have now, one of major issues I had at first was dealing with so many women. The gossiping, the bitching, and the estrogen was all new to me almost five years ago, now not so much. I am however still shocked what women will do to undermined one another. My thought is, why can't we be each others champions? Who knows what a woman goes through better than a another woman? I want other women to succeed, because it is always a step closer to breaking the ceiling. Yes it is still there, the fact is for every $1.00 a man makes, a woman doing the same job makes 0.70 cents. I want to start singing.......Anything you can do I can do better. Truth be told women are better multitaskers and therefore are more efficient.&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling out to all woman....Stop being shitty to one another. This goes out everywhere every situation, at work, at the playground, at the gym or at the PTA meeting. Look at these other women as you would yourself.  They struggle just the same. Those pointed fingers need to come down. The bus needs to drive the other way, with no one under it!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Teach, share, understand and love....... it will not hurt, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3315642773921310440?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3315642773921310440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/07/stop-and-help.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3315642773921310440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3315642773921310440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/07/stop-and-help.html' title='Stop and help.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-2822903341274270030</id><published>2010-05-24T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:13:15.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>Who brings more drama at work, women or men? Passion vs. drama. Men are passionate. Women are crazy/dramatic. Are these fair statements or are they stereotypes? I want to be passionate without it being equated to being dramatic. Men get to speak loud and it's not yelling, but women speak loudly, well you get it. It seems if a man is confused it's because someone gave him wrong information. If a woman is confused it's because she is confused. Is this my perception only or does this happen in all business?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-2822903341274270030?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2822903341274270030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/05/drama.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2822903341274270030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2822903341274270030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/05/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-4082833474633091161</id><published>2010-05-19T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:28:57.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBC News = Captain Obvious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/8689010.stm?lsm"&gt;BBC News - Men are bigger liars than women, says poll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-4082833474633091161?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4082833474633091161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/05/bbc-news-captian-obvious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4082833474633091161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4082833474633091161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/05/bbc-news-captian-obvious.html' title='BBC News = Captain Obvious'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-442171382845345490</id><published>2010-05-19T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:23:44.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Jersey biochs!!!</title><content type='html'>This is the funniest thing I've read in a while!! I love the fact she got away with it for four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.northjersey.com/news/transportation/051810_New_Jeresey_womans_bioch_vanity_plate_recalled_after_four_years_and_an_official_complaint.html"&gt;NorthJersey.com: New Jersey woman's 'bioch' vanity plate recalled after four years and an official complaint&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-442171382845345490?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.northjersey.com/news/transportation/051810_New_Jeresey_womans_bioch_vanity_plate_recalled_after_four_years_and_an_official_complaint.html' title='This is Jersey biochs!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/442171382845345490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-jersey-biochs_19.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/442171382845345490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/442171382845345490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-jersey-biochs_19.html' title='This is Jersey biochs!!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-5132803721044714223</id><published>2010-05-14T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T06:18:43.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perez Hilton.... makes sense to me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2010-05-13-dear-pope-benedict-xvi-this-sucks"&gt;Dear Pope Benedict XVI, THIS Sucks!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perez says what I'm thinking!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-5132803721044714223?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5132803721044714223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/05/perez-hilton-makes-sense-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5132803721044714223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5132803721044714223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/05/perez-hilton-makes-sense-to-me.html' title='Perez Hilton.... makes sense to me!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3063377491481308528</id><published>2010-05-13T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T09:55:20.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos - Stars Caught Cheating! - Meg Ryan and Russell Crowe - UsMagazine.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.usmagazine.com/celebritynews/photos/stars-caught-cheating-2009318/2771&gt;Photos - Stars Caught Cheating! - Meg Ryan and Russell Crowe - UsMagazine.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3063377491481308528?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3063377491481308528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/05/photos-stars-caught-cheating-meg-ryan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3063377491481308528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3063377491481308528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/05/photos-stars-caught-cheating-meg-ryan.html' title='Photos - Stars Caught Cheating! - Meg Ryan and Russell Crowe - UsMagazine.com'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-2326366735393667373</id><published>2010-05-11T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:32:00.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring eats</title><content type='html'>Last year we planted asparagus, well I didn't actually plant it Chuck did, and I watched. We purchased 3 year old plants and planted them in a raised bed. After closer inspection we discovered the roots were planted upside down. Redo!!  Then a week later the raised bed collapsed, dirt, plants and the wood box, in a big heap. Chuck salvaged what he could and put the plants in pots to be replanted later. We did get an occasional spear here and there, but expected nothing to ever come of them. Needless to say after a wonderful summer of many other veggies they were forgotten. The pots never got touched and then were left out over the winter. Well what was the first thing to be seen this spring in those pots? A couple of spears which we added to the bunch we bought at the grocery store and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Joba&lt;/span&gt; ate some also. Which of course I wondered at the time if asparagus makes the dog's pee smell funny. Sorry.... I digress from the point for some quick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway the spears appear in one day and not all at the same time, making it unfit for anything but a snack. If we don't get it that day, the next it looks like a fern and not edible anymore.&lt;br /&gt; There is an up side to collapsed heap of dirt.... this year we have Strawberries growing there. I did not plant them which means they piggie backed in the dirt fill from our recycle center in town. Yeah bonus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-2326366735393667373?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2326366735393667373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring-eats.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2326366735393667373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2326366735393667373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring-eats.html' title='Spring eats'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-5184017277995261318</id><published>2010-05-06T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T05:59:13.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><title type='text'>French Fries</title><content type='html'>Why mess with a good thing? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Restaurants&lt;/span&gt; are battering their fries.  I love potatoes and I love a good fry now and then. But do restaurants have to dip them in batter first? I beg all restaurants to stop messing with a good thing. Even though they are so tasty, fries are already bad for us. This is complete and utter bull!  Stop the madness!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-5184017277995261318?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5184017277995261318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/05/french-fries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5184017277995261318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5184017277995261318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/05/french-fries.html' title='French Fries'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3103693599983488269</id><published>2010-04-29T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T06:14:47.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Bitch Begone'/><title type='text'>I have a already have a set!</title><content type='html'>While driving in this morning I was going over my yesterday and had a realization. I have a set already no need to grow. Outside sources had me believing I did not have, when in fact they do not have! Half my mission complete. HA!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3103693599983488269?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3103693599983488269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-already-have-set.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3103693599983488269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3103693599983488269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-already-have-set.html' title='I have a already have a set!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-816211847173188550</id><published>2010-04-20T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T07:30:41.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A nun walks into an optical.....</title><content type='html'>No, there is no punch line. This happens on a daily basis in my office, and I love them. Today was no different but the nun I saw said, in such a sincere manor, I will pray for you. She must see something in my demeanor because I need the power of prayer right now.  Most who know me know I'm not religious but spirituality is important to me as well as having faith in something. Faith and beliefs that include positive forces only. I believe anything is possible and therefore do not conform to any organized religion. I appreciate this nun today. Thank you Sister Alice I needed you today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-816211847173188550?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/816211847173188550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/04/nun-walks-into-optical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/816211847173188550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/816211847173188550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/04/nun-walks-into-optical.html' title='A nun walks into an optical.....'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-2121504021885108320</id><published>2010-04-16T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:28:58.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Bitch Begone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positively positive'/><title type='text'>It's all good.</title><content type='html'>My morning starts with the exact routine everyday. Alarm, pee, let the dog out to pee. Unfortunately because I was away for a few days everything is off including me. Alarm, hit snooze, alarm, hit snooze, alarm, pee, let the dog out to pee. Now all done while practicing my mission. Picking up the bath mat I used patience. Closing the opened Trisket box, patience. Waiting for dog to pee, you got it, patience. Changing behavior will take perseverance. Mine not the dogs, he's a lost cause. I've been acting annoyed for a long time and therefore did not realize how much time I was wasting. I still left for work and made it on time. It's all good!&lt;br /&gt;I started practicing my mission yesterday and I was challenged almost immediately. I like Dunkin Donuts coffee but when it gets warm out I like it twice as much and iced. I took a little detour on my way home to get some. I ordered, grab my cup and off to head home. After I jumped in the car all I thought about was the first sip. AHHHHHH.........well low and behold the kid who made my coffee failed to press the top down. It spilled all over me and into the cup holders and all over the floor ect. ect. I was pissed but I did not start hating on the kid. I mopped up what I could while keeping one eye on the road and thought, oh well not for nothing there are like 100 DDs on the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-2121504021885108320?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2121504021885108320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-all-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2121504021885108320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2121504021885108320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-all-good.html' title='It&apos;s all good.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-6301296502807783228</id><published>2010-04-02T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:10:05.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><title type='text'>Addictions</title><content type='html'>There are so many types of addictions. I decided to write about this subject after talking to a friend last night about the bogus sex addiction "rehab". This post will not be about sex rehab because I could go on and on. Most addictions are diagnosable and have documented treatable results. Sex addiction does not even show up in the psychology handbook for dummies. I jest, but it really isn't a psychological disease. I'm not posting about that either. Unfortunately OCD / hording is a diagnosable as a disease, but not necessarily treatable at a rehab facility. I have yet to see anyone head off to rehab on the AE show Horders.&lt;br /&gt;I will officially say there are no rehabs for my addictions.&lt;br /&gt;Which are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Zip Loc&lt;br /&gt;Hello Kitty&lt;br /&gt;Cookbooks&lt;br /&gt;Recipes clipped out of magazines&lt;br /&gt;Recipes printed off the Internet&lt;br /&gt;Cooking or Baking magazines&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol ( oh wait..... ) just kidding&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;Crafts&lt;br /&gt;MAC makeup&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo magazines&lt;br /&gt;Purses&lt;br /&gt;Shoes&lt;br /&gt;I"ll stop there, I just realized I need to see someone for those last two. My point may be that we could call just about anything an addiction. But do we need "rehab" for it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-6301296502807783228?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6301296502807783228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/04/addictions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6301296502807783228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6301296502807783228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/04/addictions.html' title='Addictions'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-8829593704403090195</id><published>2010-03-19T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T08:40:08.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity cheaters</title><content type='html'>Do you remember years ago it appeared that Meg Ryan cheated on her husband with Russell Crowe? It seems her career has not been the same, not to mention her face. What strikes me as strange though, the men cheating never seem to take the same hit. No one stopped seeing Russell Crowe movies after the alleged affair. Also it seems not many women celebrities get caught cheating. Maybe they do not cheat as much or they don't get caught. I can't think of any other women cheaters off the top of my head. Oh wait Leanne Rimes, but, hello, have you seen Eddie Cibrian. We'll have to see how her career goes,  but he has a new job on CSI. See what I mean!!! Do men get a pass? As for Meg Ryan she is still my go to girl when it comes to romantic movies. The whole star crossed lovers and what not. It never gets old. I still watch those movies, but I wish I knew what she is doing about love now. I need her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-8829593704403090195?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8829593704403090195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/03/celebrity-cheaters.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/8829593704403090195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/8829593704403090195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/03/celebrity-cheaters.html' title='Celebrity cheaters'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-5919971064366540322</id><published>2010-03-16T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T08:01:54.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's goin' on??</title><content type='html'>Well a lot! For starters we did dig out from under the snow piles, but Sunday after the storm I could not go down the street with my car. I got pushed out of the driveway and zoomed down the one way snow street only to be met with someone else stuck. Well forget about backing up, I was stuck. I was pushed back into the driveway and I packed some things to stay at Mom's house. I stayed for two days and took her car to work. Ahhhhhh nothing like staying at Mom's. No dog to walk, no cats to feed, and no noise.  Well a little noise, Joe's alarm for the store went off in the middle of the night, so the alarm company called, but all was well. No biggie. That same Monday I felt  ....basically like shit, my back hurt and I ached all over. I thought it was from shoveling. The week continued and I went home after the town did some more street cleaning. Thursday I still felt really awful and had a rash from using the heating pad on my back. Long story short, I have Shingles. Yay me !! I have rested and now am coming along, but I would never look at a rash and think, gee shingles, but life happens. While I did all my resting I sat around and caught up on DVRs of CSI Miami, as well as watched the birds at my bird feeder. But at this time of year keeping it up at all is playing with fire. We decided this past Monday morning would be my last chance to see my birds and the bird feeder was set to come down in the afternoon. But at 9p it was still up. We both thought, oh well there is always tomorrow. But I heard a stirring out there. Oh yeah it was a bear. The bear flattened my feeder like a pancake and was sitting on my Hydrangea eating away. I watched for a moment, when out of the corner of my eye I saw another bigger bear. Momma!! She flattened my bird bath in one swoop and batted the little one away. The rest was hers.  I had to wake up Chuck  and then we both watched for 1/2 hour. This was super up close and personal. I'm talking less than five feet away. The snow may have melted and spring may be coming, but new things are up in the warmer months to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-5919971064366540322?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5919971064366540322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-goin-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5919971064366540322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5919971064366540322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-goin-on.html' title='What&apos;s goin&apos; on??'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-450764835582278289</id><published>2010-02-26T05:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T06:08:04.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And more snow........</title><content type='html'>This is the morning's action shot of our deck, as you can see to the right it is almost taller then we are. The story goes like this....after snowing all day yesterday the shovelling began at 5:00p and ended at 9:00p with 2 or more inches accumulated during that time. The best we could was done for the night. Upon waking this morning 20 more inches had appeared. At this point I have lost count but between Tuesday and today we have had four feet of snow and now have no more places to put it. And it still continues to snow. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Passaic&lt;/span&gt; County Sheriff called and left a message, our town is in a state of emergency. To some this amount of snow is nothing, but to me this is officially the most I've seen at one time in my lifetime. It was still questionable at 7:00a about whether my office was expecting all of us today. But they closed and want us to work tomorrow. Which I think is the funniest thing I've heard in ages. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ummmmm&lt;/span&gt; It's still going to be flurries until Saturday morning. Hello look at my driveway and road. they are good here, but...... And not for nothing I do not think our old patients will be venturing out in slippery conditions, sidewalks and etc.  I personally think eye care can wait until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, but that is not how you pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt; The last picture is of both of our cars and the road. I swear my is there too. Happy snowman day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4fQkbXXjBI/AAAAAAAAACc/F0b0KXJIJeM/s1600-h/DSCN1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442547998940171282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4fQkbXXjBI/AAAAAAAAACc/F0b0KXJIJeM/s320/DSCN1317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4fQdSW5vlI/AAAAAAAAACU/YvhVSpTEl7E/s1600-h/DSCN1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442547876263214674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4fQdSW5vlI/AAAAAAAAACU/YvhVSpTEl7E/s320/DSCN1318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4fQWiCfbfI/AAAAAAAAACM/ik7nOURCs6U/s1600-h/DSCN1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442547760213487090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4fQWiCfbfI/AAAAAAAAACM/ik7nOURCs6U/s320/DSCN1320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-450764835582278289?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/450764835582278289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/450764835582278289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/450764835582278289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='And more snow........'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4fQkbXXjBI/AAAAAAAAACc/F0b0KXJIJeM/s72-c/DSCN1317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-5360649762599278486</id><published>2010-02-25T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:34:47.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And more snow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4b6wlX-D_I/AAAAAAAAACE/zN1dRdsgCGI/s1600-h/DSCN1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442312912297136114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4b6wlX-D_I/AAAAAAAAACE/zN1dRdsgCGI/s320/DSCN1316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 12 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-5360649762599278486?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5360649762599278486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-more-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5360649762599278486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5360649762599278486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-more-snow.html' title='And more snow.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4b6wlX-D_I/AAAAAAAAACE/zN1dRdsgCGI/s72-c/DSCN1316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3091497418422921907</id><published>2010-02-25T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:09:29.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow update, yes it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4agMIX9LBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lei_h78Dpmg/s1600-h/DSCN1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442213329990659090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4agMIX9LBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lei_h78Dpmg/s320/DSCN1314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4agEUM48vI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K8PztfxREIE/s1600-h/DSCN1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442213195726516978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4agEUM48vI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K8PztfxREIE/s200/DSCN1313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 inches down 23 more to go. We will see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3091497418422921907?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3091497418422921907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-update-yes-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3091497418422921907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3091497418422921907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-update-yes-it-is.html' title='Snow update, yes it is.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4agMIX9LBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lei_h78Dpmg/s72-c/DSCN1314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-1334279570823598943</id><published>2010-02-25T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:05:08.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's eat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4ad_JH6XSI/AAAAAAAAABs/vbmZGzKtr5s/s1600-h/DSCN1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442210907830246690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4ad_JH6XSI/AAAAAAAAABs/vbmZGzKtr5s/s200/DSCN1304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4ad3FssirI/AAAAAAAAABk/bDwWKLV1RVQ/s1600-h/DSCN1312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442210769471834802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4ad3FssirI/AAAAAAAAABk/bDwWKLV1RVQ/s200/DSCN1312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Start with a lite breakfast, end the day in complete gluttony. This feeder is squirrel proof. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it is snowing out and you're stuck indoors all day what else is there to do? Well I could clean, restart an old project, start a new project, or I could bake and spend the day eating my creation. Decisions, decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-1334279570823598943?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1334279570823598943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-eat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1334279570823598943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1334279570823598943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-eat.html' title='Let&apos;s eat!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/S4ad_JH6XSI/AAAAAAAAABs/vbmZGzKtr5s/s72-c/DSCN1304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-2696063686917158526</id><published>2010-02-17T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T07:24:03.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This quote speaks volumes.</title><content type='html'>I just read this quote from an Esquire interview with Roger Ebert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I believe that if, at the end of it all, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try. I didn't always know this, and am happy I lived long enough to find out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been through so much and literally can not speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-2696063686917158526?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2696063686917158526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-quote-speaks-volumes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2696063686917158526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2696063686917158526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-quote-speaks-volumes.html' title='This quote speaks volumes.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3140418872935061269</id><published>2010-02-09T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:46:58.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog is lacking.......Blame SAD.</title><content type='html'>Yes I have SAD. No I'm not sad, well ok I am, but it is due to Seasonal Affective Disorder. I only thrive in the sunny weather. Lately it seems dark all the time even when it's not. I could easily sleep for days if I didn't have to work. The only thing I do is work and drive to work. It took me three hours to get to work last week. Thank God for Howard Stern.&lt;br /&gt;I realized today my blog lacks because of SAD. Thanks to contact with an old friend I now want to get going and start writing more.&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know my most hated Holiday is upon us. In keeping with tradition, started last year, I'm going to the movies to see The Wolfman and of course there will be the traditional giant Margarita after. Nothing says I love you more than dragging my loved one to a scary movie and a cheesy franchise restaurant. I can not stop being cynical about Valentines Day. Even though my New Year resolution was to be less cynical. Oh well those are meant to go out the window a week later anyway. Of course I will continue to support any one's right to celebrate this retched day. Please join me in celebration. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food front has been pretty boring also. The only thing I can say or write about food is, yes I'm eating it. In the future I promise the blog will contain more about food and more observations of stupid people. Or my perception of stupid people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3140418872935061269?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3140418872935061269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-blog-is-lackingblame-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3140418872935061269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3140418872935061269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-blog-is-lackingblame-sad.html' title='My blog is lacking.......Blame SAD.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-6637371733596189931</id><published>2010-01-15T06:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T06:27:54.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://news.yahoo.com/s/politico/31502'/><title type='text'>Is this American?</title><content type='html'>Why is Rush Limbaugh against America? He truly is missing an empathetic chip. America donates help because it can. America  is one of the richest countries even in an economic downturn. Secondly, why does Pat Robertson think the Devil is a real person? He could possibly be the most negative religious person alive. He could have left the Devil comment in his head and instead said, pray for Haiti they need it now. Ugh... just shut up!!  Heads up Limbaugh and Robertson Haiti needs help, humans are dead, humans have no homes, food, water, humans are frightened for their lives and their families lives. Why don't you two offer your money and help if you know better. Oh wait it's hard to do that from your pedestals, where you have everything at your fingertips that anyone could ever need or want. STUPID ASSHOLES!!!&lt;br /&gt;See below to read about their  insensitive comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-6637371733596189931?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6637371733596189931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-this-american.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6637371733596189931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6637371733596189931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-this-american.html' title='Is this American?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-2704840535591866277</id><published>2009-12-08T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:32:40.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my God..... I'm in hell!!</title><content type='html'>This is why I wish more than two people read my blog. I really spend no time at work working and I seriously think my talents are wasted. I wish I could get paid for my blog but really who am I kidding, again only two people are interested in what I write about.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, it's holiday cookie time and I'm having a hard time deciding what cookies to make. My friend is coming over on the 23rd and we are doing a cookie day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!! I think we agreed on making 2 types each and I would like to make a Candy. I realized recently I'm really not a cookie maker. I asked my husband about which ones he perfered I make and he couldn't think of one, even after I rattled off the cookies I've made in the past. UGH! So I think I'll make the following, Snowballs, aka Italian Wedding/ Mexican Wedding Cookies and Molasses Crinkles. For my candy I'll make chocolate covered pretzels with dried cherries and mini white chocolate morsels. Of course every year I plan and inevitably a monkey wrench gets thrown in the mix. For instance in the past I needed small pretzel logs and the supermarket was out. As well as not having any white mini morsels. I always manage to improvise and unlike Rachel on Friends, I know there is no meat layer in a trifle. In other words there will not be peas in place of cherries. Please write in about your plans for holiday baking. Happy Holiday Cookie Planning to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-2704840535591866277?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2704840535591866277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-god-im-in-hell.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2704840535591866277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2704840535591866277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-god-im-in-hell.html' title='Oh my God..... I&apos;m in hell!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-6520582256592171827</id><published>2009-12-07T11:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:27:42.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumor has it</title><content type='html'>I heard over the weekend that NFL football may go to 5 days a week. UGH! I can't catch a break. I hope this is some kind of joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-6520582256592171827?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6520582256592171827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/12/rumor-has-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6520582256592171827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6520582256592171827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/12/rumor-has-it.html' title='Rumor has it'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3383254185291575391</id><published>2009-12-04T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T06:18:18.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football.... Really!?!?!</title><content type='html'>I'm very patient when it comes to sports in my household. I have no problem setting aside an evening of mindless programming for some baseball, which during the summer is almost every night. That being said, I do not feel the same way about football.  On Sundays during the Fall, Football is turned on promptly at 1:00pm and continues on until I put my head on the pillow at night. That is approximately 10 hours of the good ole NFL. I also have Sirius Satellite Radio that has, you guessed it, all day coverage of every game. If we go anywhere on Sundays we are tuned in during the drive. Then of course there is Monday Night Football turned on at 8:30pm and apparently now Football is on on Thursdays. GRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!! How dare the NFL do this to me? This is their personal vendetta against me and all women who do not like Football. We all would have preferred to watch The Hills and The City season finals which were recorded the previous eve. YES I'm aware how stupid these shows are, but it is my choice to watch vapid girls fight over some guy who calls himself Justin Bobby. However I did get in the recorded Sons Of Anarchy (only the best and most manly show ever) before the Jets / Buffalo game started.  Lastly not to be outdone by the rest of the week Saturdays have College football available on, what seems to be, every channel. For those of you who are counting that is 4 out of 7 days of Football.  Needless to say I do pay some attention to Football.  I know some of the players names and the positions they play. Which helps me in the man part of the business world. I also have nicknames for some of the better know players. For instance Palmolive, Steelers player Polamalu. I also keep up my great hate for Eagles player Michael Vick, for the obvious reasons. This is how I entertain myself on NFL days, because if I didn't, watching paint dry would be my other choice of activities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3383254185291575391?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3383254185291575391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/12/football-really.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3383254185291575391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3383254185291575391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/12/football-really.html' title='Football.... Really!?!?!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-1895814904004809711</id><published>2009-12-02T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:15:58.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinach and Celery.... Who knew!</title><content type='html'>I made two great things for dinner last night quick and easy. Portobello Mushrooms with Spinach stuffing. I roasted Portobellos in the oven at 350. I put them on a cookie sheet sprayed with Pam mushroom caps underside up. I brushed them with olive oil and 1 chopped clove of garlic. Baked 15-20 Minutes. While those where baking I cooked the spinach stove top over medium heat in olive oil. First I sauteed garlic for 3 minutes added a couple of handfuls fresh spinach, cooked until wilted. Then I filled the baked mushrooms with the spinach and added a couple of squirts of fresh lemon juice and fresh chopped tomato. It's a great recipe for vegetarians. It would also be good on a burger bun with a pesto. I served it with a Mediterranean Celery Tuna Salad recipe I found in Rachel Ray Magazine or it can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.rachaelraymag.com/"&gt;http://www.rachaelraymag.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I made it with Salmon instead. I have to admit I was sceptical at first but it was delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-1895814904004809711?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1895814904004809711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/12/spinach-and-celery-who-knew.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1895814904004809711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1895814904004809711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/12/spinach-and-celery-who-knew.html' title='Spinach and Celery.... Who knew!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-1942891979007018666</id><published>2009-11-30T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:35:06.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Here I sit on what I just learned is Cyber Monday contemplating Thanksgiving. The food that is. I liked the yams and the cauliflower. By the way I did not eat one green on Thanksgiving. Blahk. To top my turkey day off I went out and bought a pumpkin pie because for 3 years in a row I had no pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving. I could have made one, but I was jonesin' bad. I needed it promto with whipped cream, NOT COOL WHIP. On Saturday I made the "Rum" Cake I wrote about a few posts ago. It was soooo good but I have to control myself and not finish it off. I still have to per fect it my way. The recipe called for me to continue to mix by hand for 5 minutes. After already mixing with the mixer for 4 minutes. My muscles would look great if I did this everyday, but my gut, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;Things I'm grateful for this Holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;My job&lt;br /&gt;My home&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;My health&lt;br /&gt;My life&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily in that order.&lt;br /&gt;Yada yada yada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-1942891979007018666?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1942891979007018666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1942891979007018666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1942891979007018666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3714380214830133806</id><published>2009-11-19T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T06:49:09.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this sexist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/SwVQ9V7MzBI/AAAAAAAAABI/hEgvhjhvy0Y/s1600/palincover__oPt%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405815942515837970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/SwVQ9V7MzBI/AAAAAAAAABI/hEgvhjhvy0Y/s320/palincover__oPt%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I do not like her I think it is sexist. But I also think if she wants to be taken seriously, for politics, she should not be photographed like this EVER! Yoga pants would have been a better choice. Would Newsweek use a photo like this if it was a man? Think McCain in short shorts. Ewwwwwww. This picture was taken and used for Runner's World and now being used for Newsweek, allegedly without permission (she says). Newsweek purchased it from an agency. Yes Newsweek, we all get the point. She's sexy and stupid. I think she secretly loves this kind of attention. Any woman who has political aspirations needs real intelligence behind her before a photo like this is taken.  What do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3714380214830133806?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3714380214830133806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-this-sexist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3714380214830133806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3714380214830133806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-this-sexist.html' title='Is this sexist?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/SwVQ9V7MzBI/AAAAAAAAABI/hEgvhjhvy0Y/s72-c/palincover__oPt%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-1721595767186116615</id><published>2009-11-18T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:09:11.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><title type='text'>Changing it up.</title><content type='html'>I'm changing the blog, for the most part anyway. I'm going to write about food. Yes food. I spend most of my days talking about food. I decided well... why not write about too? I will write about other things still, but mostly food.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start off by letting you all know I ate the best, what I thought was Rum, Cake last week. It was a holiday gift for the receptionist in my office. She left it in the lunch room for all to attack, needless to say I ate two big pieces. Others here snacked and commented that they thought it was just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Helllooooo&lt;/span&gt; it was awesome!!! Anyway I asked the receptionist if she could strong arm this patient into giving her the recipe. She did and now I have it and will be making the "Rum" Cake first chance I get. It's funny I got this recipe, because I was just talking to a friend about needing the perfect Rum Cake Recipe. The recipe belongs to a woman easily in her late 80s and she told me the cake I ate was one of 60 she made to give as gifts. Yes you read that right. 60! She used to make twice as many. She shared some secrets and told me she never gave it out, before now. I am so grateful. And I thanked her 60 times at least. All the other bakers in the office asked me for the recipe, but I do not think I should share. What do you all think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-1721595767186116615?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1721595767186116615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/11/changing-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1721595767186116615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1721595767186116615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/11/changing-it-up.html' title='Changing it up.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-961261588233734470</id><published>2009-10-08T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:28:48.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever, need I say more.</title><content type='html'>See, I knew it was not just me.  &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/33223279/ns/us_news-life/?GT1=43001"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/33223279/ns/us_news-life/?GT1=43001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-961261588233734470?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/961261588233734470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/10/whatever-need-i-say-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/961261588233734470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/961261588233734470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/10/whatever-need-i-say-more.html' title='Whatever, need I say more.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3233321169697526564</id><published>2009-10-06T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:56:51.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMS'/><title type='text'>Let the bitch session commence!</title><content type='html'>Name: Loco Bitch Flu&lt;br /&gt;Other name: P1MS1&lt;br /&gt;Who is effected: Women and Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Symptoms&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; eyes, lengthen of nails, bad hair, pale skin, tight clothing&lt;br /&gt;Treatment for Women: Chocolate, ice cream, potato chips, massage( by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt;), wine, martinis, Lifetime, all for one week.&lt;br /&gt;Treatment for Men: Leave women alone, better yet leave.............for a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3233321169697526564?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3233321169697526564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-bitch-session-commence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3233321169697526564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3233321169697526564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-bitch-session-commence.html' title='Let the bitch session commence!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-5169112288303609736</id><published>2009-09-21T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:41:51.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Over!</title><content type='html'>Vacation was very relaxing. I enjoyed some beautiful and relaxing days in the sun. I read one  and a half books, my goal was two, I walked,  hoping to try to keep that up. I enjoyed eating, but no overeating. and of coarse a little drinking, but no over drinking. All in all, a good time!! But now it's over, and it is back to work, which some said they missed me. That's nice! I will continue this hopefulness and believe that is true. New goals at work..... to not personalize and leave whatever it may be at work. Here's to a good week after vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-5169112288303609736?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5169112288303609736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5169112288303609736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5169112288303609736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh-over.html' title='Vacation ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Over!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-8322065925599467218</id><published>2009-09-11T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:44:16.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Networking sites, pure evil?</title><content type='html'>I'm forever trying to figure out other women. The gossiping, the back biting, and my fav frienemies. Of course not all women do or are those things. Well they think they don't, but I have news most do. Especially the ones that say they are not or never......&lt;br /&gt;Facebook has become a new outlet for women to use or be these things. When I asked someone recently why they use Facebook, they said, "to spy". Which I think is great, they were truthful. Another response was " to meet up with people they want to reconnect with". Which is a better reason. Colleen and her hubby reconnected with their Rocky Horror friends, also great. But I did listen to some gossiping about the other people they saw on Facebook. Just in case it is not obvious, I absolutely hate Facebook. More now than I did a week ago. Yes I've looked up people, to spy, but I will not ever be on it personally. Anyone who thinks, that if set up right, no one can see what is posted.... Guess what? One of these frienemies tells all. These so called 300 "friends" should be reconsidered. Ever heard of six degrees of separation? Someone who knows someone will tell someone. If not used in a smart fashion, Facebook, or other networking sites, even my blog, could be a friend downfall, a relationship downfall, or to me the worst a career downfall. HEL LOOOOO!?!?! People at work should especially not be "friends" on Facebook. BEWARE!!!!! But if you insist, first read this guideline article &lt;a href="http://msn.careerbuilder.com/Article/MSN-1741-Workplace-Issues-Should-Your-Boss-Be-Your-Facebook-Friend/?sc_extcmp=JS_1741_spotlight&amp;amp;SiteId=cbmsnsl41741&amp;amp;ArticleID=1741&amp;amp;gt1=23000&amp;amp;cbRecursionCnt=1&amp;amp;cbsid=fe04079bb38242008cac5699aaca6bbe-305980831-wj-6"&gt;http://msn.careerbuilder.com/Article/MSN-1741-Workplace-Issues-Should-Your-Boss-Be-Your-Facebook-Friend/?sc_extcmp=JS_1741_spotlight&amp;amp;SiteId=cbmsnsl41741&amp;amp;ArticleID=1741&amp;amp;gt1=23000&amp;amp;cbRecursionCnt=1&amp;amp;cbsid=fe04079bb38242008cac5699aaca6bbe-305980831-wj-6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-8322065925599467218?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8322065925599467218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/09/networking-sites-pure-evil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/8322065925599467218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/8322065925599467218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/09/networking-sites-pure-evil.html' title='Networking sites, pure evil?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-6128760107203261948</id><published>2009-09-10T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:33:55.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Chicago, better late then never.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/SqkbkRSH55I/AAAAAAAAAA4/QnZ3A2Ktk4w/s1600-h/valiant-struggle-no-11[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379861539799426962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/SqkbkRSH55I/AAAAAAAAAA4/QnZ3A2Ktk4w/s320/valiant-struggle-no-11%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As some of you may know I was in Chicago with Karin almost two weeks ago. I arrived Friday at Newark airport to find it pretty empty. I zipped through security and settled in with my coffee to wait. The flight was so quick I arrived 20 minutes early at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;O'Hare&lt;/span&gt;. More time for coffee while I waited for Karin to come in from Kansas City. We talked and talked, walked and walked. Our hotel was perfect! We had great food, great culture, and saw a good friend of Karin's. Fun was had, need I say more. My trip home Sunday was long and Karin's really sucked, she was sick. But still a great time was had. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; where to next, oh right "Down The Shore" for our annual after Labor Day trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-6128760107203261948?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6128760107203261948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-chicago-better-late-then-never.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6128760107203261948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6128760107203261948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-chicago-better-late-then-never.html' title='About Chicago, better late then never.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/SqkbkRSH55I/AAAAAAAAAA4/QnZ3A2Ktk4w/s72-c/valiant-struggle-no-11%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-2365391743341881202</id><published>2009-08-21T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:04:34.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIFF!!</title><content type='html'>That's right, I added an extra F &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm really happy it's here! I just realized I took pictures last weekend and still have no time to download them. Now that it is Friday I'll have to &lt;em&gt;tell&lt;/em&gt; you about last weekend. Apparently on Friday night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Joba&lt;/span&gt; called in a theft, but we figured out, after a nice conversation with the cop, it was another household. Saturday I spent half of my day looking forward to seeing my friends. We were headed into Brooklyn, NY to my friend's bar. We recently acquired &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EzPass&lt;/span&gt; and I was just tickled to drive through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EzPass&lt;/span&gt; only lane, which I have to say was faster. I know we are literally the last people to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EzPass&lt;/span&gt;, but I still was excited. Ya know the little things. $19.00 round trip was worth it for sure. I really love Joe and Kim's bar and they continue to pump out other great ideas for other places also. We had so much fun and good wine and of course good chats. At 3:00a Sunday I was jolted awake by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Joba's&lt;/span&gt; I see people in the yard bark. We turned on the outside lights and let whoever know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Joba&lt;/span&gt; is a killer. He calmed down but only to a low growl for the rest of the morning. He is a great watch dog and when we got up we found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Joba&lt;/span&gt; sitting outside our door protecting us. It winds up someone was in our yard along with other yards. The thief was later found, passed out in the road, one street up from us with all his stolen goods. I slept late, 7:00a, and jumped out of bed to watch the previous week's CBS Sunday Morning. I drank my smoothie, showered and we ran out to the farmers market, I had a list, which the farmer thought was hysterical. He must be &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; laid back for lists, obviously he does not know my family. We are list people and proud of it to! Lots and lots of veggies later and one very special Maple Butter ( the woman selling it called it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;guk&lt;/span&gt;, Hello not the name) we were out to the farm down the road. I love to see my favorite goats. Charlie fed them and I have pictures to prove it!!! He does not like the whole farm animal thing. I do! My day ended with a trip to the supermarket, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; there are no tampons at the farmers market and lastly we installed my new outdoor fountain. It is now even more peaceful out there than ever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Joba&lt;/span&gt; just thinks we got him a gift for his good work earlier. I know this weekend will be just as fun; I already have plans for the Drive in. What could be more fun?! Not a thing. Oh, oh, one other thing I did all weekend, listen to Woodstock on Sirius and on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;. Peace and love, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-2365391743341881202?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2365391743341881202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/08/tgiff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2365391743341881202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2365391743341881202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/08/tgiff.html' title='TGIFF!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-6458032290125834067</id><published>2009-08-12T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:51:39.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track.</title><content type='html'>After a few bad days I'm back. This past weekend I went on no less than three motorcycle rides, the last being on Sunday. We rode ( in the rain) to New Milford to join up w/ friends and family. Then headed to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meadowlands&lt;/span&gt; to join up with a few hundred of our closest motorcycle buddies. We rode around on closed highways and roads all over Northern NJ and to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Piermont&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nyack&lt;/span&gt;, NY, winding down to a sponsored event, Party Under The Bridge, for the Joseph M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sanzari&lt;/span&gt; Children's Hospital At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HUMC&lt;/span&gt;. It was amazing to ride around when the roads were closed. People stand outside their homes and others get out of their cars to watch and listen to hundreds of bikes go by. While we rode on Rt. 17, I watched the planes coming into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Teterboro&lt;/span&gt; and wondered if people looking down thought it was aunts marching. Our motorcycling started off on Friday, where we rode to the Black Dirt Region, Pine Island, NY. This is where it is perfect conditions to grow onions. Onions are literally falling into the street. Also I learned about sod farming. I never thought about where sod came from, it looked like a great place to golf, but minus the holes. I will say it is the blackest dirt I've ever seen. I think it is probably great for a spa mud bath, but no one was offering a place to do that. I would look funny mixing up my own mud on the side of the road, so no spa bath. Fun was had!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-6458032290125834067?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6458032290125834067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-on-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6458032290125834067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6458032290125834067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-5576677537457721023</id><published>2009-08-10T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:06:00.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a long vacation!!!</title><content type='html'>Every year about this time, I remember I should take a vacation during the summer. I'm bored and peeved and just in a all around foul mood. I've been trying to distract myself, but nothing is working. I'm going to use a emoticon to show you :o/ You all know how much I do not like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-5576677537457721023?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5576677537457721023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-long-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5576677537457721023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5576677537457721023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-long-vacation.html' title='I need a long vacation!!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3079221129073670115</id><published>2009-08-06T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:13:12.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT!</title><content type='html'>I think some people are too smart for their own good. Others not so much. The question I pose this morning.... Are some people stupid? No I mean stupid, for real. Not just my ordinary judgement. I'm talking lower I Q. My next question.... Why do they work with me?&lt;br /&gt;I would also like give myself a stupid mark today. I'm really having a hard time with what to believe about the health care reform bill. I have not actually seen this 2000 page document, therefore I really feel stupid when people are talking like they have. It is all so confusing and the media I read is slanted. Today gets a What the?!?!?! Feel free to help me understand.&lt;br /&gt;Also W**mart gets an epic fail from me once more. Someone else in my household attempts to get good deals there and then trick me with the inferior (unusable after one time) product purchase. Well I'm onto you. At what cost.... I ask you. It's at the expense of everyone else you get this low cost item. Not to mention this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;atrocity &lt;a href="http://blogs.moneycentral.msn.com/topstocks/archive/2009/08/06/wal-mart-cookie-thief.aspx"&gt;http://blogs.moneycentral.msn.com/topstocks/archive/2009/08/06/wal-mart-cookie-thief.aspx&lt;/a&gt; HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3079221129073670115?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3079221129073670115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/08/what.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3079221129073670115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3079221129073670115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/08/what.html' title='WHAT!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-5820932686405215820</id><published>2009-08-05T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:24:25.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bear'/><title type='text'>Bear... again!?</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I have not updated in a while I've been in a mood.&lt;br /&gt;La La La..... That is me minding my own business, when all of a sudden I look down my driveway and there he is, all 400 LBs of him. He turns and looks right into my eyes. I say hello and a quick goodbye and go right back into the house. Shit! Shit! Shit! I have to get to work. I set off my car alarm and I yell "you get away you stinky stinky bear". He continues to eat. Munch! Munch! Munch! Damn! Damn! Damn! I have to get to work. Then some nice neighbors watch as he continues to eat the garbage. A few minutes later he drags the can to God knows where. I yell more expletives at him. He leaves and I'm left to pick up old salmon, meat and a nice mixture of kitty litter/warm bear slobber. Yeah, I love the woods.&lt;br /&gt;PS. My other neighbor said it was big too. I'm not exaggerating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-5820932686405215820?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5820932686405215820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/08/bear-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5820932686405215820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5820932686405215820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/08/bear-again.html' title='Bear... again!?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-2017451273682099272</id><published>2009-06-08T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:26:28.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect weekends!!</title><content type='html'>After working a long week and traveling in rush hour traffic in the rain all week, I had my second great weekend in a row. Last weekend I went to Mohegan Sun, this past Saturday I went to a BBQ and on Sunday went to the perfect Yankee game. First I'll tell you about Mohegan Sun. I went with some girlfriends. We checked in early, and all went for a scrub and massage combo at the Elements Spa. After we gambled and ate an awesome dinner, we hit the club. At first I was bummed by the so called dance area, but after two gin and tonics, we made our own area. Fun! On our way back from the club we discovered what I call a Jazzy. It is a motorized cart you sit on when you are old and can not walk or you plain can not walk, through say, a hotel with a casino. Where yes I'll be frank, we saw lots of "people who could not walk" and old people. Anyway I love me some Jazzy. I sat on it, put my purse in the basket and we took fun pics. It was LOL!! Pee a little LOL! Went to our great room, slept like a good baby and woke up with no hang over so I was off to get coffee. More gambling and eating, home by 8:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was awesome also. I went to a BBQ and got to see some great friends. I always love to chat it up with whoever will listen, but it is nice to know some people listen more close than others. Sunday I was off to the Yankee game to watch my Joba pitch. We went on what I called a double date, with my sister in law and brother in law. We ate some more great BBQ. watched the game and caught a tan. The Yankees won, all is well. After talking to other people today I think everyone had a perfect weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-2017451273682099272?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2017451273682099272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-weekends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2017451273682099272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2017451273682099272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-weekends.html' title='Perfect weekends!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-6394071729543711452</id><published>2009-06-06T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:28:38.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm thinking about today.</title><content type='html'>Crap! I only slept til 6:30 it's Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;New bread I got sticks!&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I like my smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;Errands, go to dry cleaners, get cat food&lt;br /&gt;Saw a Thunderbird just like Grandpa's last one. I actually had a, is he here, moment. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;Wow minds sure work in strange ways.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, DUNKIN DONUTS COFFEE!!!!!!! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Flipped over car on a dry day?&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a nice afternoon with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;My garden&lt;br /&gt;arugula=spicy goodness&lt;br /&gt;Yankee game tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;petting my pets&lt;br /&gt;simple= lucky&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a fun, beautiful and simple day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-6394071729543711452?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6394071729543711452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-im-thinking-about-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6394071729543711452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6394071729543711452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-im-thinking-about-today.html' title='Things I&apos;m thinking about today.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-7740232403804418410</id><published>2009-05-26T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:55:04.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiny Bicycle</title><content type='html'>At the bicycle shop downtown, there is a great bike, and I want it!!  It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aquaish&lt;/span&gt; and it has no gears. It is not for riding in the woods or trails. It is simple and has white wall tires. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ohhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; I want it!! Sadly I have zero place to use this bike. But it keeps calling out to the kid inside me. Back to the times I would ride my bike so fast I thought my legs would fall off. The times I would try to keep up with Mike, the kid across the street. He had training wheels, but I never needed them. I can not remember if I did beat him or not, but later he ran over my dolly with his bike. Eh, I got him back. I helped encourage him to jump out of his tree house. He did and broke his arm. I know, I know, not as bad as a dead dolly, but payback is payback. I miss those Summer days I would stay out to play Hide and Go Seek and then catch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fireflies&lt;/span&gt;. Later my Mom would yell out the door for me to come home just before it got really dark. I love all the scars I have from riding my bike, playing in the dirt, running through the woods. I wear them with pride. &lt;br /&gt;All that from one little bike downtown. I want it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-7740232403804418410?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7740232403804418410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/05/shiny-bicycle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7740232403804418410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7740232403804418410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/05/shiny-bicycle.html' title='Shiny Bicycle'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3786152880398968188</id><published>2009-05-19T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:49:48.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 a day with my customers.</title><content type='html'>I've been told&lt;br /&gt;1. I clearly can not count.&lt;br /&gt;2. That I look nice&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm helpful&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;5. No... I can not help them, and will wait for someone else. ( That will be a long time)&lt;br /&gt;I've been hung up on, while I was still talking.&lt;br /&gt;Interrupted while speaking to another customer.&lt;br /&gt;Stared at for an inordinate amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;It is only 1:30pm&lt;br /&gt;I've eaten three pieces of chocolate and am planing a night of wine and comfort food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3786152880398968188?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3786152880398968188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-day-with-my-customers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3786152880398968188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3786152880398968188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-day-with-my-customers.html' title='1/2 a day with my customers.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-8214753195151171697</id><published>2009-05-13T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:40:56.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>I have not blogged in awhile due to a fear of outside people being able to google me and read my ongoing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;outspokenness&lt;/span&gt;. But I am who I am and if a prospective employer or my current employer reads this all they will learn about me is that I'm open and honest about myself, other people and things in general. They may also learn I like Hello Kitty, I'm not a great speller and sometimes I write &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;run on&lt;/span&gt; sentences. That being written I will continue blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-8214753195151171697?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8214753195151171697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/8214753195151171697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/8214753195151171697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-150006062158145826</id><published>2009-05-01T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:22:08.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/SfuBC4YYXQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9tz39tN0Cl8/s1600-h/IMG00122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330996470417480962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/SfuBC4YYXQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9tz39tN0Cl8/s320/IMG00122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is out my bedroom window. Two seconds before this pic the bear was sitting and eating the tree. Two minutes before the bear was walking by my side door and looking at our bird bath for water. I was standing at my backdoor looking at our birds. We have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ongoing&lt;/span&gt; eviction of one little bird cleaning out a nest from another little bird.  I was minding my business when this bear waltzed into my yard. I got the closest look ever at a bear. I have been right next to a bear, but I had my eyes closed, this one I looked. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; the claws are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Huuugggeeee&lt;/span&gt;. For a  moment I actually thought the bear might come to the door and knock. This is not the best pic, but you all get the picture. I live in bear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;country&lt;/span&gt; and by the looks of things this year will be active. This is no Winnie The Pooh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-150006062158145826?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/150006062158145826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/05/bear.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/150006062158145826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/150006062158145826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/05/bear.html' title='BEAR!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHurrw_X-RE/SfuBC4YYXQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9tz39tN0Cl8/s72-c/IMG00122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-6438055620023707628</id><published>2009-05-01T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:07:55.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm thinking about today.</title><content type='html'>Swine Flu ( how could I not)&lt;br /&gt;Living in a yurt&lt;br /&gt;Hand sanitizer&lt;br /&gt;unhappy people&lt;br /&gt;why people are weird&lt;br /&gt;is it full moon ( nope 1st quarter)&lt;br /&gt;Farms&lt;br /&gt;cage free eggs&lt;br /&gt;Alpaca, cute and fluffy and cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mexican food&lt;br /&gt;Margaritas ( That is every day? Um)&lt;br /&gt;A Rod being a nimrod&lt;br /&gt;Swine flu&lt;br /&gt;yup sums up my day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-6438055620023707628?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6438055620023707628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-im-thinking-about-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6438055620023707628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6438055620023707628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-im-thinking-about-today.html' title='Things I&apos;m thinking about today.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-9026072692221363158</id><published>2009-04-24T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:40:58.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women, equal?</title><content type='html'>Since the topic of equality is up for discussion lately. I thought I would chime in on women's equality. Least we think we are, I got a bump this week to remind me sometimes we are not.&lt;br /&gt;Story short .....I wanted to hire a landscaper, called two, got two calls back, only one gave me a price/ estimate. After playing phone tag for days, he calls, I tell him exactly what I want. He says $300.00-$500.00. I'm sick of whole process and say come and do it. Only later to be called on the carpet about the price by other forces in the household. Outrage about price &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ensues&lt;/span&gt;. I say call yourself.  He does, tells said Landscaper same thing as me about lawn and leaves. Price for man $180.00. I say no more ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-9026072692221363158?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/9026072692221363158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/04/women-equal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/9026072692221363158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/9026072692221363158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/04/women-equal.html' title='Women, equal?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-5622293869191317827</id><published>2009-04-21T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:45:11.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions</title><content type='html'>Anyone who reads my blog gets that the majority of what I talk about is my opinion. Therefore each time I write my opinion I do not have to state so. That being said this is only my opinion about opinions. They are like a** holes everyone has one. Of course you know there is more to this.&lt;br /&gt;I find it completely irritating when someone says, "That's just my opinion", My response would be something like, Well of course it is, I believe it came out of your mouth but thank you for clarifying for me because otherwise I was confused. I do not have the ability to dis cipher between your thoughts and my own. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;It is my opinion..... I do not like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, turtlenecks, people dressed like things, guns, mean people, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and I think plastic on furniture is tacky, always. I like, the flower Bird Of Paradise, tattoos, cheese and many more things. To many to go into. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;The down side of this is.....What happens if we all go around stating unacceptable opinions, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;., her hair looks funny that color, or you look fat today. It becomes downright hurtful, but does it become more acceptable if we just state,"That's just my opinion"? Nope still hurtful not to mention judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;Now to get to the real point. Earlier today some people in the office were talking about Miss California's statement on gay marriage. Someone said, well that is just her opinion and she has a right to her opinion. Me being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;buttinski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am, pointed out that if she were being racist it would be completely frowned upon and no one would be saying that was just her opinion. While it still would be, no one would accept it as a plain old statement of opinion. Yeah.... that stopped the conversation short. I will say to you all who read this, Miss California is an airhead and she should be condemned as anti human, and "That's just my opinion". When are people going to realize? It is not a matter of opinion, as humans we are all equal regardless of religion, color, race, or sexual orientation. Yes one can make as many "opinion statements" they would like, but prove we are different than the next. I dare them.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-5622293869191317827?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5622293869191317827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/04/opinions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5622293869191317827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5622293869191317827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/04/opinions.html' title='Opinions'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-6780683328441738575</id><published>2009-04-16T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:10:03.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm thinking about today.</title><content type='html'>The empty food banks&lt;br /&gt;The homeless&lt;br /&gt;The jobless&lt;br /&gt;A friend that had surgery&lt;br /&gt;Pirates that do not have peg legs and eye patches.&lt;br /&gt;The giant shotgun hole in my stop sign. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate bunny heads&lt;br /&gt;Stromboli&lt;br /&gt;Is cow urine really vegan? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Open toed shoes&lt;br /&gt;A pedicure&lt;br /&gt;Invisible Motorcycles&lt;br /&gt;Margaritas&lt;br /&gt;Going dancing&lt;br /&gt;The name for my non-existent club&lt;br /&gt;A bumper sticker that said Cheney/Satan '08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-6780683328441738575?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6780683328441738575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-im-thinking-about-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6780683328441738575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6780683328441738575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-im-thinking-about-today.html' title='Things I&apos;m thinking about today.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-36234056343146056</id><published>2009-04-13T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:23:01.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmmmmm bunny heads</title><content type='html'>Thank God for chocolate bunny heads because I can bite them!!!! If it were not for the chocolate bunny heads some humans might be missing their heads after I'm done with them. But again I have chocolate bunny heads to bite. I'm so grateful these bunnies are willing to sacrifice their chocolate lives for the sake of humankind.  YOM YOM YOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-36234056343146056?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/36234056343146056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/04/mmmmmmmmm-bunny-heads.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/36234056343146056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/36234056343146056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/04/mmmmmmmmm-bunny-heads.html' title='Mmmmmmmmm bunny heads'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-7001054528569627448</id><published>2009-04-06T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:48:25.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn on the news.......</title><content type='html'>Turning the news on these days bums me out. No, it is not the economy. It is the gun violence that gets me. I click the news on Saturday, every word was shooting or shot. The gun violence in America is ridiculous! A mass shooting at an old age home in North Carolina, the mass shooting in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Binghamton&lt;/span&gt;, NY. A man shoots five of his kids then himself after finding his wife with another man. Man shots someone over fear of losing his ability to have a gun in America. The right to bear arms is a right, but the right to shoot others with them, is not. Sellers of ammo are running out. People buying it are up in arms, because they believe The President is going to change the gun laws. At this point there definitely needs to be a strict law enforced. I personally hate when someone tells me, my gun is for protection. BS!! Protection does not involve loss of multiple lives. It does not involve stray bullets or people being held hostage. The need for a gun to protect can not be explained to those that have lost a loved one in a gun related &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt;. If a gun is used to hunt, I'm not opposed. I do not like it, to each their own. Seems logical for a hunter of animals to have a gun. But the hunting of humans.......... The gun related deaths in this country make me sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-7001054528569627448?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7001054528569627448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-on-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7001054528569627448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7001054528569627448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-on-news.html' title='Turn on the news.......'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-7758200799248100166</id><published>2009-03-25T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:19:58.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going green'/><title type='text'>Talking green</title><content type='html'>Since the trees are not so green I wanted to start thinking green again. I'll be honest I have not been doing a good job. In fact since trying to go green I think I may have inadvertently become more wasteful. Shame on me. I probably am not more, just really more aware. &lt;br /&gt; For starters I plan to shop the farmer's market as soon as it opens. Not to mention the giant garden being built in my backyard, where I will shop too. &lt;br /&gt; Here is an update on some things I tried. I tried the non deodorant deodorant. Yeah...... I smelled. I can not smell I work with people. It would be fine if say, I saw no one.... EVER. I still have a raging zip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loc&lt;/span&gt; addiction. I can not give it up. I like to store stuff until it grows mold and I have to throw it out. It's fun! I love the guessing game of what it used to be. Baking soda toothpaste. Yuk!! Shampoo with honey equals flat hair. I'm sure there are more things but lets update on the good green. The lotion with honey equals smooth skin especially after sunburn. I am using green cleaning products, and I'm refilling containers instead of throwing them out. Recycling is fun, but not new to the household. I'm careful to look at every piece of plastic to see if it can go in to the bin, that part is new. And finally I think I'm better with all the paper recycling than before. Oh and I carry my canvas bags where ever I go. If I get plastic bags I put them in the container at the market for bag recycling. That's the scoop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-7758200799248100166?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7758200799248100166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/03/talking-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7758200799248100166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7758200799248100166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/03/talking-green.html' title='Talking green'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-2278256294420392764</id><published>2009-03-11T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:20:52.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Whatever and that's cool!</title><content type='html'>I used them today. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; entering the man state of mind. So...... Whatever and that's cool, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;latah&lt;/span&gt; my sisters and hello my brothers. Well just for a few days anyways. I still like being the extremely over thinking girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-2278256294420392764?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2278256294420392764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-on-whatever-and-thats-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2278256294420392764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2278256294420392764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-on-whatever-and-thats-cool.html' title='More on Whatever and that&apos;s cool!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-1005515795325859088</id><published>2009-03-03T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:20:45.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever!</title><content type='html'>Pet peeve of the day. Words like whatever. Statements like, it is what it is, and my favorite, ya know. I have used these vague words in various combinations and probably all in a one minute conversation. Is this a complete inability to communicate? Yes! But in an on going conversation, it should not go like this. "How's your day"? "Good. Ya know. Whatever. It is what it is." No I do not know. That is why I'm asking and of course it is what it is. Isn't everything? Converse people! Make what you say matter and say it with flare and zest.&lt;br /&gt; During a small break this afternoon a co worker reminded me there is an episode of That 70's Show like this. Jackie, one of the characters, wants to remain cool when another girl wants to start with her. Every response from Jackie, to the other girl, is either whatever, or that's cool. Jackie beats her up in the end. Not cool, but funny. The word whatever pisses me off too. I'm going to test the Jackie theory and answer that's cool and whatever to everything. I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-1005515795325859088?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1005515795325859088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/03/whatever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1005515795325859088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1005515795325859088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/03/whatever.html' title='Whatever!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-2017961325504461574</id><published>2009-02-18T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:36:20.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying my gray hair at ninety.</title><content type='html'>I learn many things from my older patients. I also think they learn things from me as well. Today a 90 year old woman asked me if she should keep dying her hair. What's the point? she said. I told her to try it , and she can always dye it back. I have to add, she is a very sharp 90. She looks great too. She was telling me about a movie review night she has with her friends. Once a month they meet, after watching the movie before, and give it their reviews with some wine and cheese. I might steal the idea. After that patient, another 2 women came over and talked about the bags under their eyes. I over heard the one say to the other "there must be something I can do". They must not watch any TV. Last week we had some windy days, 60mph in some areas, one patient said, his wife stayed home because she was afraid a tree would fall on the car. Huh!!! and I said it out loud too. At first I felt bad and then I said to him "yup and a tree can fall on your house too ". He looked at me and started laughing. I'm a true believer in when it is your time it's your time. If one thing don't get ya old age will. Death has 100% rate. It is the one thing we can all count on for sure. I will say, I absolutely will be dying my hair at 90. That is another 100% guarantee, and if I'm out of it, I'll have papers that say someone has to do it for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-2017961325504461574?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2017961325504461574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/02/dying-my-gray-hair-at-ninty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2017961325504461574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2017961325504461574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/02/dying-my-gray-hair-at-ninty.html' title='Dying my gray hair at ninety.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-8709813134523710880</id><published>2009-02-13T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:07:42.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>I know by the previous post I'm a little jaded about St. Valentine's Day. Yesterday I was sitting with a cup of my new love, The London Fog Latte from Starbucks,  surrounded by many books on love at B and N, and I thought..... Why be so cynical about V Day? Well of course for the obvious commercial reasons, but I'm officially changing my thoughts about the day. I'm choosing to see things in a new light. I'm now going to call it Love For Other's Day. No saints involved. I think it is extremely important to share love for one another every day. Love for the one you are with is great too. But I'll be expressing love to everyone I come in contact with tomorrow. Do not get me wrong, I will be doing it silently. Though it would be hysterical to run around telling everyone I love you. Oh the looks I would get. It is Valentine's Day, that is what the day means. Right? So funny. I did go with the rest of the flock and buy a card and a gift, but I did not like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-8709813134523710880?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8709813134523710880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-on-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/8709813134523710880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/8709813134523710880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-on-valentines-day.html' title='More on Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-4652738277872215878</id><published>2009-02-11T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:03:41.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Blah......... I do not like Valentine's Day, never. Not when I was kid, not when I was single, and not while I'm married. I think it is utter made up crap. When I was a kid I remember I made out cards for everyone in my class. One card &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt; of writing from, Liz I wrote love, Liz. I got made fun of for like a month. It was a mistake, I was in fourth grade for crying out loud. When I was single, with or without a boyfriend, I hated the very thought of V Day. I can recall a year when all the girls made a plan to go out only ourselves. Well you know the rest, little by little, people bailed. Something better came along. I should have gone out with myself that year. I like me. Now that I'm married every year I get asked what do I want to do on Valentine's Day. I tell him 20 times and we never do what I told him. Last year we ate at a pizza place down town. We went there pretty early in the eve. Oh the look we got when we said we did not have a reservation. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; God forbid. IT"S A PIZZA PLACE. The place was empty BTW. Yeah!!! The whole time we were there. This year alone I've told my husband fifty times I want to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; The Thirteenth and Drink a huge, and I mean huge, Margarita from Chevy's. I'm really not complicated. Just take me somewhere, make a f....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; plan already. Happy Valentine's Day Love yas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-4652738277872215878?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4652738277872215878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4652738277872215878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4652738277872215878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-903869622936906593</id><published>2009-02-04T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T07:56:49.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling'/><title type='text'>I'm officially a professional.</title><content type='html'>Professional faller, is going on my resume, under special skills. Yes I always fall. It takes skill and lack of grace. It may not be for everyone, but for me it truly is the only way to live. Yes it is a lifestyle I have accepted.&lt;br /&gt;Over the past six days I've fallen four times. Once out the door, once in my driveway, once in front of strangers and last but not least once in the door. I only have one injury, a scrap on my hand from the ice. This is because I'm great at falling. I do not even put hands down when I fall. I just go with it, so not to brake wrists and other body parts. And of course I'm always careful never to spill my drink. That is a joke, I only drink indoors during the winter and definitely never in front of strangers!!! Oh don't get me wrong. I have, in the past, pulled a muscle or two, those go lovely with bruises. All of the recent falls are due to it being very icy here in The NJ. Which means lots of obstacles everywhere. It snows and turns to sleet, to freezing rain, then to rain/slush. The temperature goes up to 40 degrees then drops to 16 degrees, hence ice. Oh and lets not forget the snow again, that disguises the ice. So really none of these falls are my fault. Thank God I'm great at falling, because a non professional would be at the hospital right now in a full body cast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-903869622936906593?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/903869622936906593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-officially-professional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/903869622936906593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/903869622936906593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-officially-professional.html' title='I&apos;m officially a professional.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-8354058712479749016</id><published>2009-01-21T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:41:38.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Days</title><content type='html'>It takes 21 days to brake a habit. Here I am 21 days into the year and my attempt to break some bad habits is a failure. I did however accomplish 1 out of 19 goals I made for the year. I will be realistic some may never get accomplished, but I write them and I can honestly say I attempt them on a daily basis. Some of them I write down and are not with in my control, but I put the vibe out there. Unfortunately I do not have mind control abilities, so the vibe thing will have to do. One thing that has happened this year, I got my first ticket. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deserved&lt;/span&gt; it. I went though a red light. Well it was yellow into red. I did not get a penalty, thank god, but officially this is my first ticket ever. Poop! I almost made it 20 years without one!!&lt;br /&gt;My day today has consisted of, 2 cups of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; Donuts coffee, some time spent surfing my favorite websites and checking non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;existent&lt;/span&gt; email. I've read all there is to read on Michelle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; clothing choices. Yeah, me no likes either. I know there are more important Obama things out there. For now I like the lighter side of the issues. I should be selling eyeglasses but.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-8354058712479749016?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8354058712479749016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/01/21-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/8354058712479749016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/8354058712479749016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2009/01/21-days.html' title='21 Days'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3434282456269742641</id><published>2008-12-29T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:06:46.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is over</title><content type='html'>Well Christmas is over. Take that however you'd like. It has neither a happy tone or sad, it just is a tone. For some I suppose it is the happiest time of the year, for others it's eh. It seems to me I spend so much time preparing for one day. Christmas should be 2 days. While most people were opening gifts on Christmas morning I was wrapping them. Yes I know I waited til the last minute. We didn't even put a tree up. I had no time to do that. Every weekend prior, I had plans. I should have put the tree up on Thanksgiving, or maybe in July. I suppose I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grinchish&lt;/span&gt; this year. New Year's resolution...... start Christmas in July. Wasn't Jesus born in the summer anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I hope everyone likes summer cloths for those cold January days, and July does have awesome bathing suit sales. Bikinis for all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3434282456269742641?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3434282456269742641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3434282456269742641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3434282456269742641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-over.html' title='Christmas is over'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-7672644765107729766</id><published>2008-12-09T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:33:50.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the heart of the matter, it is love.</title><content type='html'>Love and compassion &lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/172653?gt1=43002"&gt;http://www.newsweek.com/id/172653?gt1=43002&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-7672644765107729766?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7672644765107729766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-heart-of-matter-it-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7672644765107729766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7672644765107729766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-heart-of-matter-it-is-love.html' title='At the heart of the matter, it is love.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3132018989726221241</id><published>2008-12-05T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:35:42.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women make no sense.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frienemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", from the movie Mean Girls, best describes a lot of ladies, as well as a book called Tripping The Prom Queen. I usually try not to generalize, but I am an avid observer of human behavior and seems to me some women are not happy for other women. This phenomenon makes me sad. Examples of this can range anywhere from jobs, job promotions "ya know what she did to get that", child rearing "she is a bad mother", homes "a gnome, get some class (I actually like gnomes)". I'll admit sometimes I'm a hater too no one is perfect, and it is learned behavior. That being said women need to support one another in all those aspects and more. Men do not know the obstacles or judgements women face day in and day out. Therefore they can not support in the same fashion.  Women understand other women and it should be seen as an opportunity to be a friend or a understanding co worker, a good neighbor etc.. Women &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;join&lt;/span&gt; me, stand up and be each others advocates and supporters. Be the change you wish to see in the world. Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ganghi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I think I'll start a group for women who want to support each other. Not a support group that is so 80's. I'm talking about a group of supporters to help cheer on all our female successes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3132018989726221241?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3132018989726221241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/12/women-make-no-sense.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3132018989726221241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3132018989726221241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/12/women-make-no-sense.html' title='Women make no sense.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-698237494827193210</id><published>2008-12-01T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:04:04.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PH or ML or ML because I PH.</title><content type='html'>Well now that Thanksgiving is over back to the job of being a PH.  That is a people hater for those of you who do not spend everyday w/ me. On a regular basis I try not to hate, but sometimes it is called for. The smile is there but hate is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; my mask. Not to worry none and I mean none of you who read this get this look. Or maybe you do, depends on my many moods, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  I save it mostly for the general shopping public and for some of my customers. So today I hate or for those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wishy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;washies&lt;/span&gt;, I'm a people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dis liker&lt;/span&gt;. Which then means I'm a PD.  These people should look out if they have crossed my path, and should consider themselves very lucky. Consider this people..... I have PMS and I have not smoked since Wednesday. Oh and I'm on a diet. A healthy kind, not the kind I will lose weight. Oh the humanity!! Where did all my fun go? CRAP. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;  I'm calm I remembered I'm still drinking on the weekends. Otherwise I would have nothing to live for. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jk&lt;/span&gt;, but I do love me some martinis, so that makes me a ML.  Because I PH  I ML. You follow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-698237494827193210?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/698237494827193210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/12/ph-or-ml-or-ml-because-i-ph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/698237494827193210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/698237494827193210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/12/ph-or-ml-or-ml-because-i-ph.html' title='PH or ML or ML because I PH.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-1738531666941172185</id><published>2008-11-26T06:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:05:04.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being thankful</title><content type='html'>List of things I'm thankful to have. Not necessarily in order.....&lt;br /&gt;A roof over my head&lt;br /&gt;A job&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;Good Friends&lt;br /&gt;Food on my table&lt;br /&gt;Sanity ( sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;Clothes on my back&lt;br /&gt;Extra cash for those in need&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there is more.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-1738531666941172185?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1738531666941172185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1738531666941172185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1738531666941172185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-thankful.html' title='Being thankful'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-7499506565474202615</id><published>2008-11-21T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:08:32.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positively positive'/><title type='text'>You may be right.... I may be crazy.</title><content type='html'>I started this days ago..... I have to much to write about crazy. It really is 11/24/08&lt;br /&gt;I'll switch subjects.&lt;br /&gt;I used to say a prayer everyday, but lately have let my prayers go by the waste side. I've become a little cynical about faith based organizations. I do not believe conformity is for me. I'm going to try to bring back the faith. Not the kookie stuff, just faith and spirit. I started to make my check list of good. Compassion and understanding, check. Non judgement, oh very hard, I'm a little judgementally sometimes, but only on small stuff, like when people order diet soda and a Double whopper w/ cheese. Otherwise I try not to pay attention to what others do. I leave that for the born agains. They like to watch what everyone &lt;em&gt;else &lt;/em&gt;is doing. See, I'm doing it right now. Judgementally. I'll work on that. No check for that one. Belief in a higher power. Check. Prayer, I'll work on that also. So I'll keep you up to speed. This goes in the positivity section. Hopefully this goes better then trying to go green. I only do that 1/4 of the way I planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-7499506565474202615?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7499506565474202615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-may-be-right-i-may-be-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7499506565474202615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7499506565474202615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-may-be-right-i-may-be-crazy.html' title='You may be right.... I may be crazy.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-5803618077947639786</id><published>2008-11-17T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:57:52.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between me, the voting machine and GOD?</title><content type='html'>Ok this may at first look political, well it's not. You be the judge. Read the following article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081113/ap_on_re_us/obama_catholics;_ylt=Ai2ZkRpnEz0h3G9H5t22eF6s0NUE"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081113/ap_on_re_us/obama_catholics;_ylt=Ai2ZkRpnEz0h3G9H5t22eF6s0NUE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly offended by this. Who does this priest think he is? How dare he bully his church this way. Perhaps &lt;em&gt;he 's&lt;/em&gt; judging them as sinners............ In his faith, there is only one judge to really worry about. I believe to many concern themselves with what others are doing. Watch your own sins. He may feel it is his job to be a moral compass, but really isn't this going a little far? What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-5803618077947639786?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5803618077947639786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/11/between-me-voting-machine-and-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5803618077947639786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5803618077947639786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/11/between-me-voting-machine-and-god.html' title='Between me, the voting machine and GOD?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-5932704800971359597</id><published>2008-11-10T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:12:14.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>My blog life has become boring since I stopped writing about politics. Things are slow at work, except the jack hammer outside my window. When it is like this I take to many coffee and tea brakes. Then I'm in the ladies every 20. That is my work day in a nutshell. I can't even read. It's to loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-5932704800971359597?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5932704800971359597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/11/boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5932704800971359597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5932704800971359597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/11/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-6532920303646221423</id><published>2008-11-05T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:30:20.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama is 08'/><title type='text'>I'M SO EXCITED!</title><content type='html'>America has spoken, and it happened in my lifetime. I feel privileged to have witnessed this extraordinary historic moment. Barack Obama -President Elect, WOW. He has an uphill battle, with the state of the nation. It will be hard work for him to stand his ground and continue to work towards the actions he must take to meet his words. I see the passion and compassion he has and I'm hopeful for America. This will be my last entry on politics until January. I must send out all the best to the lovely Gov. Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, she has brought me so many laughs. It brings a tear to my eye to think I will no longer be asked for the "Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" eyeglasses. They were fierce. She officially is so last year this year, bye for now. I'm sure we will hear from her again  &lt;a href="http://firstread.msnbc.msn.com/archive/2008/11/05/1640500.aspx?GT1=43001"&gt;http://firstread.msnbc.msn.com/archive/2008/11/05/1640500.aspx?GT1=43001&lt;/a&gt; read the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;comments&lt;/span&gt; section at the bottom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-6532920303646221423?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6532920303646221423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6532920303646221423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6532920303646221423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-excited.html' title='I&apos;M SO EXCITED!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-4750304225295358017</id><published>2008-11-04T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:25:13.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama 08'/><title type='text'>Obama, Check!!</title><content type='html'>Yes!!! I voted!!! Not without some a**hole intervention. Nothing major, just some guy there who watches to make sure there is no high jinx. I wanted to kick him in the balls, which is something I haven't said since I was like 10. It's my new shoes, they are made for kicking. Anyway he was annoying and definitely a Republican. I'm hoping the long lines do not put anyone off. The long lines are a good sign. All the best fellow "Real" Americans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-4750304225295358017?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4750304225295358017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4750304225295358017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4750304225295358017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-check.html' title='Obama, Check!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-2122494210975890427</id><published>2008-10-31T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:55:45.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus gets sent home from school.</title><content type='html'>This caught my eye. Ya know, cuz I loves me some Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.northjersey.com/news/Jesus_costume_gets_child_sent_home_from_school.html"&gt;http://www.northjersey.com/news/Jesus_costume_gets_child_sent_home_from_school.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is completely absurd to think this would be any more or less appropriate than let's say a Nun, a priest, The Pope, the devil, a witch, Harry Potter, Pimps, etc, etc. So funny. LOL Happy Halloween everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-2122494210975890427?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2122494210975890427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/jesus-gets-sent-home-from-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2122494210975890427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2122494210975890427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/jesus-gets-sent-home-from-school.html' title='Jesus gets sent home from school.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-6285953807094497106</id><published>2008-10-29T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:19:17.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The clouds have cleared.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday in Northern NJ was fun to say the least. A foot of snow in some areas. Some people couldn't pick their kids up from school, roads were closed, and stuff was flying everywhere. I may have seen a witch or two flying beside me. I wasn't feeling well, and I thought, I'm not in Kansas, so it couldn't be. In all of my 36 years it has never snowed on my B day. It turned out to be a good night after all. After working late and having a cold, all I looked forward to was my home made soup. At 6:00 that looked impossible, our electricity was out and Chuck was sitting home in the dark waiting for me. I left work at 8:00, only to get five minutes from the house, I couldn't get up the mountain. Oh no! It was total crap. I was running on empty in more ways than one, I had no gas. Ten minutes went by and they open the road. I started up and saw a man on the side of the road hitching, I thought it might be my neighbor, and then I thought better. After hitting what I think might have been a small animal, boo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and a couple of branches, I made it home safe. Chuck met me at the steps with a flashlight and he had my soup cooking on the Coleman propane stove outside. He wanted me to have a good end to my B day. He was so thoughtful, and all is well this morning. No trees or such in our yard.&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking I need to be more prepared if we should ever have a disaster. I'm making my list right after I'm done typing this. We have plenty of candles, and we have an awesome flashlight that winds up. I decided we need a couple more of those. And full charge on the phone is also good idea, as well as a stock pile of liqueur. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Main idea, I should always have a least a half a tank of gas, and never pick up a hitcher, even if it is my neighbor. DUH. Anyway he can find his own dam ride! Eh, maybe he didn't charge his phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-6285953807094497106?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6285953807094497106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/clouds-have-cleared.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6285953807094497106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/6285953807094497106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/clouds-have-cleared.html' title='The clouds have cleared.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-5098328274374548303</id><published>2008-10-27T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:40:53.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling'/><title type='text'>Falling down</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend I did one off my best falls of all time on Saturday night. Michele was there, and thank God we were in the bathroom 'cause I think I peed a little. I think it is time to turn in my ballet flats, I'm always slipping. I slipped at the Mexican place on Friday, no one saw that. Geesh!&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened on Saturday, being my overly animated self, I was speaking vigorously w/ my hands, slipped on wet tile, did a full out split. So much so my va jay jay touch the floor. Not to worry, I had pants on. After, literally bouncing back up, the whole ladies room stopped..... and looked. Embarrassed? Yes, but I could care less. I had my trusty friend there. We laughed so hard, it was great. Really this is a shout out to my friend Michele, thank you for always laughing with and at me. What would I do without you? I spent half the next day telling Chuck, what McP's ( inside joke) face looked like when I fell. I still can't stop laughing. Stay tuned I'm sure there will be more falls in the future. I am blessed with a flare for elegance and grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-5098328274374548303?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5098328274374548303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/falling-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5098328274374548303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5098328274374548303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/falling-down.html' title='Falling down'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-7255040856126301057</id><published>2008-10-23T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:06:42.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know, I have a small wish for all people on the planet. It is that we start to be compassionate towards one another and even towards ourselves. Not many see this is the root to living a better life. It only takes a moment to be compassionate. It can be as simple as letting someone go ahead in traffic, or saying " oh well " if they cut you off. Really in the grand scheme of life, no biggie. My wish came true in my own household. My husband, Chuck, saved someone from committing suicide. He didn't even think twice, he stopped on the highway and talked this poor women down from the ledge. This is a truly a selfless act and I'm so proud of him. He also on the same day had been building a playground for less fortunate children. He does this for his company, but it is completely voluntary. He has been humble about this, but he did great things that day. WE can make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-7255040856126301057?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7255040856126301057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/compassion-at-its-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7255040856126301057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/7255040856126301057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/compassion-at-its-best.html' title='Compassion'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-1548163403090313854</id><published>2008-10-21T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:51:09.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama 08'/><title type='text'>Thank you Jon Stewart</title><content type='html'>Did anyone else watch The Daily Show last night? I absolutely agree with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;show's&lt;/span&gt; agenda, but particularly last night. So funny. When I first heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palin's&lt;/span&gt; statements, it did get me thinking. Are some people more American than others? Well of course not. She is an a**hole. The way I see it, McCain/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; think they will represent America more than Obama/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt;. BS! I have never been more passionate about being an American. This is a very important time for us. We need to look with in. What does it mean to be an American?&lt;br /&gt;I have not always agreed with the war or The Bush administration. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; never, point being, I now know this is the time to get someone in the White House who has our interests in mind. The Bush Admin./GOP only proves, again and again, they are not in The White House for Americans, nor have they done anything in our best interests. They continue to use America to further their own agendas. McCain / &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; will only prove to do the same. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt; it has almost been a week since someone has asked me for the Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; glasses. Thank you Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;To my fellow Americans, all of us as a Nation, please BRING IT Nov. 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-1548163403090313854?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1548163403090313854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-jon-stewart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1548163403090313854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1548163403090313854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-jon-stewart.html' title='Thank you Jon Stewart'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-4178573175700850006</id><published>2008-10-20T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:31:24.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOBA WELL OVER LEGAL LIMIT</title><content type='html'>My dog is innocent!! He was home at the time of the alleged alcohol consumption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-4178573175700850006?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4178573175700850006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/joba-well-over-legal-limit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4178573175700850006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4178573175700850006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/joba-well-over-legal-limit.html' title='JOBA WELL OVER LEGAL LIMIT'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-1191627058458592563</id><published>2008-10-20T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:27:54.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What THAT?</title><content type='html'>What the?!?!?!? Please read the third paragraph of the following article. &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/blogs/2008/10/20/politics/fromtheroad/entry4531945.shtml"&gt;http://www.cbsnews.com/blogs/2008/10/20/politics/fromtheroad/entry4531945.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm always horrified of Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pailn's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; policies. I'm not really sure she knows what they, or that, are. Her words are completely incoherent. I can definitively say I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; about the election race. I will say there are other things going on in my life, but this makes for a great distraction.&lt;br /&gt;My days are spent surfing the net for this and that. Vintage clothing, Christian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Louboutins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Cat toys, Classmates, and porn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Just Kidding. I don't do that at work. I steal time shopping and the porn could actually get me fired. Anyway as you can see I really have a exciting work life. I could not blog if my job was busy, that means no one could read about what I think and well that would be no fun. I see the news as it's happening. The Karate Monkey is the best. My finger on the pulse of the world. Yeah me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-1191627058458592563?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1191627058458592563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1191627058458592563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1191627058458592563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-that.html' title='What THAT?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-3132879564349674865</id><published>2008-10-14T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:28:47.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama 08'/><title type='text'>Oh Thank God</title><content type='html'>The hype is dying down, and the beautiful Sarah is showing her true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pageant&lt;/span&gt; self. I've never felt more positive about America. I know we will be moving in the right ( left) direction. See, I'm not the nightly news, I think with a good attitude anything is possible. The attitude I do not want to hear is, the sky is falling. It's not. People in the past have made it through with less than I have. One thing I do have to say about the past, for those of you who thought it was a good idea to vote Bush again is, I told you so four years ago. And I'm doing the told you so dance right now.  Along with all the other childish nee nee poo poo things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-3132879564349674865?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3132879564349674865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-thank-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3132879564349674865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/3132879564349674865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-thank-god.html' title='Oh Thank God'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-4008966500601362866</id><published>2008-10-03T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:58:37.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama 08'/><title type='text'>Oh what charisma can do.</title><content type='html'>I don't know about all the reports this morning regarding the debate last night. I believe the debate was a lot of nothing. I do not know more or less than I did a week ago. But I do think people may have been hypnotized by Gov. Sarah Palin. I guess charisma walks the walk. I still think that people see one thing and one thing only. It is all about relating. I personally do not relate to any kind of mother, I'm not one. I am a woman though I can relate to that. I however can not relate to Sarah Palin (free from Witchcraft) or John McCain (multiple homes and cars). I will admit I'm obsessed with Palin though. Only because she can jump a question in a single bound, and smile the whole time. Like an Evil Super Villain. Unfortunately for Joe Biden he did not throw, the I'm just like you middle income America, until later in the debate. I still think that the Obama ticket is the best choice for peace, regarding the War they each have an end in sight. I was disappointed to hear that Obama or Biden do not take a real solid stand up for Gay Marriage. That sucks! Biden did have facts and he got lost in them. I know some of American people are interested in facts, but the majority of people are unfortunately bored by to many of them. I needed more about what they will do for me and my fellow people.&lt;br /&gt;Someone I spoke to yesterday told me McCain was the only choice for them. Of course I asked, Why and was told, because I just can't vote for Obama. I asked again, Why? I just can't. WWWhhhyyy? I pushed. You don't want my answer it will upset you. Oh so you're a racist. Unfortunately for me that is the second time I've said that this week. Oh my big mouth. The other racist moment was in regards to someone hating the Mets (not me, I don't think about the Mets) because I quote "the Team has to many Hispanics" I called him a racist too, with a smile I might add. Oh my big mouth. Some may still be in the dark ages my friends. Can't we all be color blind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-4008966500601362866?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4008966500601362866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-what-charisma-can-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4008966500601362866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/4008966500601362866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-what-charisma-can-do.html' title='Oh what charisma can do.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-5363066551878109414</id><published>2008-10-01T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:37:53.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh for the love of......Check this out</title><content type='html'>When will this end? I wish I could work somewhere for three weeks and get this deal. But don't we all. &lt;a href="http://blogs.moneycentral.msn.com/topstocks/archive/2008/09/30/the-best-temp-gig-in-history.aspx"&gt;http://blogs.moneycentral.msn.com/topstocks/archive/2008/09/30/the-best-temp-gig-in-history.aspx&lt;/a&gt; I knew I should have gone into banking. Dam it !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-5363066551878109414?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5363066551878109414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-for-love-ofcheck-this-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5363066551878109414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5363066551878109414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-for-love-ofcheck-this-out.html' title='Oh for the love of......Check this out'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-5445362349388636058</id><published>2008-09-24T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T06:30:23.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going green'/><title type='text'>Windpower off NJ shores</title><content type='html'>I hope this is the beginning of forward thinking. NJ seems to be more in touch with the real issues facing the planet. I hope other states will step up as well. Only time will tell. &lt;a href="http://www.northjersey.com/news/aroundnj/Wind_power_to_light_up_NJ.html"&gt;http://www.northjersey.com/news/aroundnj/Wind_power_to_light_up_NJ.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-5445362349388636058?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5445362349388636058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/09/windpower-off-nj-shores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5445362349388636058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/5445362349388636058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/09/windpower-off-nj-shores.html' title='Windpower off NJ shores'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-1081734878616316904</id><published>2008-09-19T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:08:52.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>I recently read somewhere people can make better connections with others by smiling and looking into there eyes. It was in a relationship article, but I thought I would try it out on all people. Being I'm in sales, making an instant connection with others is pertinent. I tried it when I was out and about too. I looked at everyone I crossed paths with, and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; great. People said hi or they looked at me funny. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have been noticing some sad faces lately, might be because of their financial portfolio or overall sadness. The majority of people probably have no idea they are frowning. Even if they think, some crazy chic smiled at me today, I feel I've made a difference. Try it out and let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-1081734878616316904?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1081734878616316904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/09/smile.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1081734878616316904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/1081734878616316904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/09/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-8735954423369779018</id><published>2008-09-15T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:51:05.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama 08'/><title type='text'>Not on 5th or Madison!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today alone I've been asked 4 times about what frame Sarah Palin is wearing (I'm an optician), and if I carry it? The answer is &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;! And my question to them is...... REALLY, you want to look like her? This only proves to me, people are sheep Bahhhhhhh. Last time I was on Fifth Ave in NYC, no one and I mean no one was wearing that frame. I personally do not think this women should be the new style standard. She lives in Alaska..... Don't they wear flannel there? That is so early 90s. She should be called Sarah Plain. Why not, has all the same letters. But let's not forget. It is not her politics, it is what she looks like, that is the basis of getting a vote. America are we in high school? Is this a popularity contest? Who will we vote for? Hmmmmmm best looking (Clinton, Kennedy), class clown (well, Bush), or will it be most likely to succeed? Running the country should not be about popularity or polls. Vote based on facts and issues. America needs someone who can actually run a business. I pray everyday some of the right will go ambidextrous this fall. Please all bow your heads with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-8735954423369779018?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8735954423369779018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-on-5th-or-madison.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/8735954423369779018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/8735954423369779018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-on-5th-or-madison.html' title='Not on 5th or Madison!!!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856238643409667215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363085997515365095.post-2225669397597399428</id><published>2008-09-03T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:10:18.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama 08'/><title type='text'>Sarah Palin.... Celebrity?</title><content type='html'>Well ...well I see Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; is the new "Celebrity" of the race for office. She is on no less than three different magazine covers this week. I think the Republicans need to stop pointing the celebrity finger for good now. This Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; cracks me up. I'm sure by now everyone knows some of her secrets or not so secrets. Unmarried, underage pregnant daughter, check. Being part of an attempt to secede from America, check. Shotgun wedding of her own, check. I guess all that "abstinence only" teaching is working. Also I think she is involved in some scandal about a firing, but I really don't know much on that. So no comment until later. McCain, McCain moved a little to fast did we? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;heee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;. I knew it! She will be out before no time. Not to worry there will be more. In the mean time enjoy the celebrity circus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363085997515365095-2225669397597399428?l=sainnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2225669397597399428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah-palin-celebrity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2225669397597399428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363085997515365095/posts/default/2225669397597399428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainnation.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah-palin-celebrity.html' title='Sarah Palin.... 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