<?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-1775387470641448656</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:33:37.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonderful World of Polly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775387470641448656.post-4160042206134949262</id><published>2009-04-24T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:53:42.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking some time off</title><content type='html'>Ugh,  it seems like we have been busy every weekend since the beginning of March!  A trip to Moses Lake here Swimming at the Aquatics Center there. Trips to Portland and Olympia.  My goodness we have been busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another trip this weekend but, I'm staying home.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dh&lt;/span&gt; needs some care and feeding.  Last week he got a call back from the "HMO".  "Hey, you remember when you sprained your wrist? Well....someone read the x-ray wrong.....it was broken.   Could you come in and get another x-ray?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still waiting to hear back from them.   I wonder if it will take another two and a half months.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;, and people actually want to increase their tax dollars to pay for socialized medicine.  Yeah, we'll all have equally crappy medical care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we are going to hide out all weekend watching movies.  I have Fireproof, and Twilight to watch.   This will be the third time I've seen Twilight.  No I don't think it's that spectacular it's just that I saw it first with a friend then with the girls and now I will see it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt;.  I haven't seen Fireproof yet.  I have heard it's good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, some "people" get to go to Disneyland.   Have Fun....you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-4160042206134949262?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/4160042206134949262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=4160042206134949262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/4160042206134949262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/4160042206134949262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2009/04/taking-some-time-off.html' title='Taking some time off'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-3052257151097481848</id><published>2009-03-31T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:01:19.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>The girls and I are on vacation this week. We are up north by the Canadian boarder.&lt;br /&gt;The weather is the usual liquid sunshine and the girls are getting bored.  Yesterday we saw Aliens vs. Monsters.  Funny stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be heading back home tomorrow.  I'll see some of you tomorrow nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-3052257151097481848?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3052257151097481848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=3052257151097481848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3052257151097481848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3052257151097481848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-3787570944724159354</id><published>2009-02-26T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T03:29:14.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Columbia River Mental Health's Idea of Helping</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who with her husband adopted two children out of Oregon State Foster Care.  One of the children has Fetal Alcohol Syndrome.   She is 11 years old.  Beautiful but very dangerous.  She has threatened and abused her younger brother since before they both came to live with my friends when she was four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last October while her mom and I were at a class out of town she physically abused her father in a manner I will not go into here.   At that time Washington States solution to the problem was to split the family up.   With Dad and brother living at a different address.  How is this going to help the family heal?  Or there is the Catholic Community Services suggestion of building a wood box   ( cage ) in the garage and putting her in it.    HOW BARBARIC !  And it would take several large men to get her into it when she is in full rage anyway....sheesh!  This family is at the end of the line.  They have worked and tried and done everything the state told them to do with no real help in sight.  The parents finally gave up and came to the conclusion that the only thing they could do was terminate parental rights and have her placed in foster care.  They just had to last until Feb. 18th to have a mtg with all the "service's" to decide what  the "service's" were going to recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger brother who is now seven has not felt safe in his own home for too long.   After all the phone calls, therapy, and paper work the family had a mtg with "the authorities" last week.&lt;br /&gt;The two therapist's that have seen all the family members both agreed that she NEEDS residential care.  But, the only person there with the authority (Columbia River Mental Health) to order it who, btw has never met any of them said that the only thing available to this family is respite.   Like a few hours out of the house each week will make all things bright and beautiful. Never mind the fact that RESPITE CARE DOES NOT EXIST for children who are this big of a liability.    We are talking about a family that carries a $2,000,000.00 (yes, that is 2 million) liability insurance policy.  NO ONE OTHER THAN HER OWN PARENTS ARE GOING TO DO THAT.  The family has been seeking respite for years to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven year old brother wants to kill himself to be rid of his sister.  YEAH, that's healthy.  Let's just keep everyone where they are.  Splitting the family up is not an option.  The most aggressive personality needs to be removed from the family in order for the family to heal.  Why do we have to tear the whole family apart over one child who cannot live in a "normal" home situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when some child somewhere murder's his/her parent  or sibling we all stand by in a stupor and WONDER what went wrong?   Why was the kid not getting treatment?  Why didn't someone do something?  How could this have happened?  Duh?   The answer I'm sure is that service's were provided and all parties were seeing therapists and nothing worked......oh if only little "susie/bobby" had received the help (respite)  they needed this never would have happened.  I'll tell you what went wrong.  The service's that "some" children need just do not exist in Washington State.  And precious little elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not want to read about my friend and her family on the front page of the news paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/notice-to-world-in-event-of-something.html"&gt;http://newmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/notice-to-world-in-event-of-something.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-3787570944724159354?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3787570944724159354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=3787570944724159354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3787570944724159354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3787570944724159354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2009/02/columbia-river-mental-healths-idea-of.html' title='Columbia River Mental Health&apos;s Idea of Helping'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-1554370287814601005</id><published>2009-02-14T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:00:51.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Stimulated!</title><content type='html'>Want in on the massive wealth redistribution?   Need money for your study on the adverse affects of belly button lint on recycled carpet fiber?  How 'bout sporting events tickets for your pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This web site will help you generate a Stimulus Request  for FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reason.com/stimulus/request.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.reason.com/stimulus/request.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-1554370287814601005?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1554370287814601005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=1554370287814601005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1554370287814601005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1554370287814601005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-stimulated.html' title='Get Stimulated!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-5734242771994986828</id><published>2009-02-09T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:15:50.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We Having Fun Yet?</title><content type='html'>Our youth group fun activity for February was ice skating.   The girls had a great time, the adults on the other hand.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two adults got to top off this fun event with medical care.  One with a broken wrist and one with a sprained wrist.  As soon as I heard that the adult leader had broken her wrist I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; to "get those skate's off now!"  Alas, it was too late.  The damage had already been done.   Now all my honey do projects for the two weeks he has off work this month are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jeopardy&lt;/span&gt;.  He has been complaining about his butt hurting too.   I don't have any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sympathy&lt;/span&gt;....it's not like someone held a gun to his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked before hand if I planned on skating I said "oh bleep no"  I have a hard enough time just walking on flat, dry ground or even carpet.  I'd probably break my neck at an ice rink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Skating will probably be taken off the fun list after this last weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-5734242771994986828?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/5734242771994986828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=5734242771994986828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/5734242771994986828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/5734242771994986828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-we-having-fun-yet.html' title='Are We Having Fun Yet?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-3614183366549098074</id><published>2009-01-15T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:26:47.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC News: Parents Consider Legal Action After Autistic Girl, 8, Arrested at School</title><content type='html'>Eight year old girl is cuffed and arrested because she wouldn't take off her sweatshirt. Ok, it's a little more than that but, the whole thing could have been avoided if the teacher would have ignored the sweatshirt. I don't know what goes on in the school district where this happened but, here at our school students are molded into little tolerant robot's. With coping skills that include "talk it out" or "walk away". Instead of ignoring the girls apparel the teacher kept her against her will in a classroom and then physically restrained her when she tried to leave the room. Remember, autistic children often have over reactive sensory perceptions. This girl has been at the school since kindergarten and I would think that the teachers have had plenty of opportunity to observe the girls reactions to various situations. None of this behavior was exactly new. I hope that the parents do sue the school and get boat loads of money. With that money they will be able to care for and educate their asperger daughter better than the public school can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click the link below to read the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/US/Story?id=6640478&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;ABC News: Parents Consider Legal Action After Autistic Girl, 8, Arrested at School&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/1775387470641448656-3614183366549098074?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3614183366549098074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=3614183366549098074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3614183366549098074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3614183366549098074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2009/01/abc-news-parents-consider-legal-action.html' title='ABC News: Parents Consider Legal Action After Autistic Girl, 8, Arrested at School'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-1662186340807026362</id><published>2009-01-12T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:14:24.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Be a Moron Too</title><content type='html'>These are my kinda people.  Good tune's too!&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/-RaFApVP0zU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/-RaFApVP0zU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-RaFApVP0zU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-RaFApVP0zU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-1662186340807026362?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1662186340807026362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=1662186340807026362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1662186340807026362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1662186340807026362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-be-moron-too.html' title='I Want To Be a Moron Too'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-1672710097809303920</id><published>2009-01-09T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:34:05.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People Should Not Be Allowed To Own Computers (and don't even ask about the cell phone)</title><content type='html'>Take my mil for instance. She called me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; with a request for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; at a birthday party for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;. The date she wanted was already booked. I explained this and offered to send two of the five members of our family to the party. If mil wants to see all of us then she could schedule for the following weekend. She was reluctant to firm up that date and told me to discus with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emailed her a recap of our phone call and told her to plan on the following weekend when we could all be there. The next day she emailed and wondered again what date she should pick. To which I replied that if she would plan it for the date I gave her we would all be able to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's Thursday and here comes another email (I get the impression that she only knows how to &lt;em&gt;send&lt;/em&gt; email) from her wanting to know what to do. Ya see this is her MO. She does it to everyone. Just keeps talking and harping til whoever she is talking to finally relents and gives her what she wants. It's been a test of wills between her and me for over 25 years now. Ya think she'd know by know that I will not be thwarted. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, in the beginning this little game would turn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;snarky&lt;/span&gt; on my part. Now I just try to ignore it most of the time but, I've got stress this week and don't need the extra drain on my bandwidth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems bound and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; to get me to cancel at least one major function so that we can drive six hours and eat a meal and turn around and drive six hours home. Oh, and then there's the dog to consider. What am I gonna do with the dog?..... cripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn't really worry about this at all since by the time March finally rolls around we may be asking mil/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt; if we can move in with them. OH JOY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-1672710097809303920?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1672710097809303920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=1672710097809303920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1672710097809303920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1672710097809303920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-people-should-not-be-allowed-to.html' title='Some People Should Not Be Allowed To Own Computers (and don&apos;t even ask about the cell phone)'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-6136428256308528694</id><published>2009-01-06T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:34:42.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew Breitbart Launch's Bighollywood</title><content type='html'>This site appears to be dedicated to movie reviews and articles about celeb's with a conservative slant.  It's great to see all this stuff in one place rather than having to search for it or happen on it by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The articles/contributor's I read were informative, well written and thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;provoking&lt;/span&gt;.  And full of laughs as well.   I hope this new site is a success for Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Breitbart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bighollywood.breitbart.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bighollywood.breitbart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-6136428256308528694?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6136428256308528694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=6136428256308528694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6136428256308528694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6136428256308528694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2009/01/andrew-breitbart-launchs-bighollywood.html' title='Andrew Breitbart Launch&apos;s Bighollywood'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-2410534837771027653</id><published>2008-12-24T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:45:04.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230144065_5"&gt;Dear Santa&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned, and&lt;br /&gt;cuddled my two children on demand, visited the&lt;br /&gt;doctor's office more than my doctor, sold 62 cases&lt;br /&gt;of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on&lt;br /&gt;the school playground, and figured out how to attach&lt;br /&gt;nine patches onto my daughter's Girl Scout sash with&lt;br /&gt;staples and a glue gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping you could spread my list out over several&lt;br /&gt;Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my&lt;br /&gt;son's red crayon on the back of a receipt in the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230144065_6"&gt;laundry&lt;br /&gt;room&lt;/span&gt; between cycles, and who knows when I'll find&lt;br /&gt;anymore free time in the next 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230144065_7"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; wishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache after a day of&lt;br /&gt;chasing kids (in any color, except purple, which I&lt;br /&gt;already have) and arms that don't flap in the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;but are strong enough to carry a screaming toddler out&lt;br /&gt;of the candy  aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a&lt;br /&gt;waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh&lt;br /&gt;month of my last pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're hauling big ticket items this year, I'd like a&lt;br /&gt;car with fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that&lt;br /&gt;only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broad-&lt;br /&gt;cast any programs containing talking animals; and a&lt;br /&gt;refrigerator with a &lt;span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230144065_8"&gt;secret compartment&lt;/span&gt; behind the&lt;br /&gt;freezer where I can hide to talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the practical side, I could use a talking daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental&lt;br /&gt;confidence, along with one potty-trained toddler,&lt;br /&gt;two kids who don't fight, and three pairs of jeans&lt;br /&gt;that will zip all the way up without the use of power&lt;br /&gt;tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting,&lt;br /&gt;"Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands&lt;br /&gt;off your brother," because my voice seems to be just&lt;br /&gt;out of my children's hearing  range and can only be&lt;br /&gt;heard by the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don't forget the Playdoh Travel Pack,&lt;br /&gt;the stocking stuffer this year for mothers of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230144065_9"&gt;pre-&lt;br /&gt;schoolers&lt;/span&gt;. It comes in three fluorescent colors and&lt;br /&gt;is guaranteed to crumble on any carpet making the&lt;br /&gt;In-laws' house seem just like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle&lt;br /&gt;for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair&lt;br /&gt;in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food&lt;br /&gt;warmer than room temperature without it being&lt;br /&gt;served in a Styrofoam container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas&lt;br /&gt;miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be&lt;br /&gt;too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;It will clear my conscience immensely. It would&lt;br /&gt;be helpful if you could coerce my children to help&lt;br /&gt;around the house without demanding payment as if&lt;br /&gt;they were the bosses of an organized crime family;&lt;br /&gt;or if my toddler didn't look  so cute sneaking down-&lt;br /&gt;stairs to eat contraband ice cream in his pajamas at&lt;br /&gt;midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and&lt;br /&gt;my son saw my feet under the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1230144065_10"&gt;laundry room&lt;/span&gt; door.&lt;br /&gt;I think he wants his crayon back. Have safe trip&lt;br /&gt;and remember to leave your wet boots by the&lt;br /&gt;chimney and come in and dry off by the fire so&lt;br /&gt;you don't catch cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help yourself to cookies on the table, but don't&lt;br /&gt;eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author unknown but, it could be me or many of my friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-2410534837771027653?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2410534837771027653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=2410534837771027653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/2410534837771027653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/2410534837771027653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-santa-ive-been-good-mom-all-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-6742060613155919857</id><published>2008-12-19T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:42:05.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="%3Cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/YEcFBw9mdiA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/YEcFBw9mdiA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YEcFBw9mdiA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YEcFBw9mdiA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-6742060613155919857?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6742060613155919857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=6742060613155919857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6742060613155919857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6742060613155919857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas Everyone'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-5539054118781038493</id><published>2008-12-19T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:05:01.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_044JWnp4s/SUwab-V7jXI/AAAAAAAAACw/wuFaa1ln5og/s1600-h/thisjobblows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_044JWnp4s/SUwab-V7jXI/AAAAAAAAACw/wuFaa1ln5og/s320/thisjobblows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281625530892520818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-5539054118781038493?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/5539054118781038493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=5539054118781038493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/5539054118781038493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/5539054118781038493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-honey.html' title='Happy Birthday Honey'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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/_U_044JWnp4s/SUwab-V7jXI/AAAAAAAAACw/wuFaa1ln5og/s72-c/thisjobblows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775387470641448656.post-3194489496355743226</id><published>2008-12-18T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:45:45.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so Cool</title><content type='html'>This is the most uplifting story I've heard in a long time.   It also made me cry.  Bring your tissue box over to  &lt;a href="http://voiceofbragg.com/an-angel-in-the-postal-service/"&gt; http://voiceofbragg.com/an-angel-in-the-postal-service/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-3194489496355743226?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3194489496355743226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=3194489496355743226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3194489496355743226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3194489496355743226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-so-cool.html' title='This is so Cool'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-408184191076245678</id><published>2008-12-05T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:24:23.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bewareofthedoghouse.com/video.aspx"&gt;http://bewareofthedoghouse.com/video.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-408184191076245678?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/408184191076245678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=408184191076245678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/408184191076245678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/408184191076245678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday-funny.html' title='Friday Funny'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-1464336175872063924</id><published>2008-11-21T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:04:33.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's 20/20 November 21st</title><content type='html'>If you have heard about the Nebraska Safe Harbor Act and the recent dumping of preteen and teen age children at hospitals in Nebraska, you need to see tonights show.    From the outside looking in...you maybe thinking "what kind of parent could do this"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't been exposed to children with profound behavior problems I would just assume that the parents of these children were monster's.   The truth is that these parents have tried all the psychology/therapy/pills/charts and redirection theories that social workers and state agencies have to offer.   Nothing worked.   They aren't millionaire's and cannot afford residential care.  Even if they could afford it the intake process for residential care is so restrictive that a child would almost have to have committed murder before they would even be considered.  The sad fact  is that once the child has committed murder they are more likely to be  tried as an adult and sent to prison where their brain damage/mental health issue's are left to fester and grow even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do with a child that is physically or sexually abusive to family members?    Here in Washington State the only option is for the parents to terminate Parental Responsibility.   From there the child is placed in foster care with all the dangers that holds.   Then after a period of some months the child is placed on the open adoption lists.   Of course with the new medical privacy laws in place an adoptive family may not find out the child is dangerous until after the adoption is finalized and by then the child is no longer the states problem. Which is what I believe is the states plan to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will something be done about this problem?   When will the medical community and social services get the fact that some children cannot live in a family situation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-1464336175872063924?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1464336175872063924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=1464336175872063924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1464336175872063924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1464336175872063924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/11/abcs-2020-november-21st.html' title='ABC&apos;s 20/20 November 21st'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-1698896484357469055</id><published>2008-11-19T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:53:13.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Cards or Real Gifts for Christmas?</title><content type='html'>For myself I really don't care but, my Mother in law wants to give the children gift certificates for the co-op store that she works in.  The store is an eclectic mix of imported artwork and clothing items.  Mother in law stocks imports from Central America.  While I find the store mildly entertaining there isn't anything there the kids want.  Isn't it all about the kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was their age I didn't so much care what was in the box as long as there was a box to open.  What can you do with a gift card/certificate on Christmas morning?  Then of course, the gift cards/certificates actually mean more work for the kids mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel like Mom in law is manipulating us as well.   "I gave you gift certificates, now you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to spend time with me"  as if we wouldn't spend time with her any way.  'Course her excuse is that she "just has no idea what to get the kids".   That's easy, I could tell her what to get which I have done in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, Mom in law is quitting the store as of Dec 31.  I can't help but think this is some hair brained scheme to unload her inventory.  This is a long favored tradition with her.  I remember she cleaned out her closets back when we first got married.  We were stuck hauling all her cast offs to our house.  I ended up disposing of it while dh was spending a year in Korea.  Along with dh's size 13 Waffle Stompers.   Ugh, never have missed those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I am being greedy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-1698896484357469055?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1698896484357469055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=1698896484357469055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1698896484357469055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1698896484357469055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/11/gift-cards-or-real-gifts-for-christmas.html' title='Gift Cards or Real Gifts for Christmas?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-38942418789997533</id><published>2008-11-14T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:03:01.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL    Guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lewis Lizzard, an Alaska defense attorney, arrived home late, after a very tough day trying to get a stay of execution for a client who was due to be hanged for murder at midnight. His last minute plea for clemency to the governor had failed and he was feeling worn out and depressed.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;As soon as he walked through the door at home, his wife started on him about, "What time of night to be getting home is this? Where have you been? Dinner is cold and I'm not reheating it." And on and on and on..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he went and poured himself a shot of whiskey and headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks as he dragged himself up the stairs.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;While he was in the bath, the phone rang. His wife answered and was told that her husband's client, James Wright, had been granted a stay of execution after all and Wright would not be hanged tonight. Finally realizing what a terrible day her husband must have had, she decided to go upstairs and give him the good news.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;As she opened the bathroom door, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, bent over naked, drying his legs and feet. "They're not hanging Wright tonight," she said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To which he whirled around and screamed, "FOR THE LOVE OF HEAVEN, WOMAN, DON'T YOU EVER STOP?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-38942418789997533?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/38942418789997533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=38942418789997533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/38942418789997533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/38942418789997533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/11/lol-guilty.html' title='LOL    Guilty'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-8284430883414514514</id><published>2008-11-11T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:49:45.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Get-a-way</title><content type='html'>On Saturday last I took two girls from our local fraternal organization on a four hour drive for an official state officer visit.  Both the Grand Bethel Honored Queen and Grand Bethel Guardian/Associate Guardian and their adult officers were in attendance.  Along with Miss Washington Jobs Daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out the evening with supper of soup and salad.  Our choices were salmon chowder (yuck, I like my salmon grilled or baked by itself thank you), split pea and jobie stew.  The later being made out of naughty jobie's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the meeting.  The HQ did a great job of running the mtg and of course as with any official visit the bulk of the evening was spent on escorts, introductions and honors.  Being a Past Honored Queen, I get escorted and introduced.  Not tooting my horn here, just splainin' for people that do not know that part of my history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mtg we piled back in the car for the drive to our accommodations  for the night.  I was almost there when I discovered that I had left my coat at the mtg place.    Doh.  out hosts had to turn around and go back for it.   I felt so silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we stopped at an outlet mall and I bought two new formal dresses for the 10 year old.   She can't wait to wear them, would wear them to school if she thought she could get out the door with one of them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend is the sorority ( attended by Jobs Daughters, DeMolay,Rainbow and several other fraternal groups) ball.  She really wants to go to that but, she has to clean her room first and I don't see a lot of progress.   We will see.   If she does go I expect to her to sit on the side lines watching.  She's 10 for gosh sakes.  She'd be to shy to dance.  She can if she wants to tho, there will be plenty of chaperone's there I won't worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-8284430883414514514?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8284430883414514514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=8284430883414514514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/8284430883414514514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/8284430883414514514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-get-way.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775387470641448656.post-8860461995631923207</id><published>2008-11-04T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:00:45.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until Further Notice</title><content type='html'>I'll be waiting for my Big Rock Candy Mountain.&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/small&gt;On a summer day in the month of May a burly bum came hiking&lt;br /&gt;Down a shady lane through the sugar cane, he was looking for his liking.&lt;br /&gt;As he roamed along he sang a song of the land of milk and honey&lt;br /&gt;Where a bum can stay for many a day, and he won't need any money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the  &lt;a href="http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/lyrics/bigrock.htm#smoke"&gt;cigarette&lt;/a&gt; trees near the soda water fountain,&lt;br /&gt;At the lemonade springs where the &lt;a href="http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/birds/home.htm"&gt;bluebird&lt;/a&gt; sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lake of  &lt;a href="http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/lyrics/bigrock.htm#gin"&gt;gin&lt;/a&gt; we can both jump in, and the handouts grow on bushes&lt;br /&gt;In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day, and the bars all have free lunches&lt;br /&gt;Where the mail train stops and there ain't no cops, and the folks are tender-hearted&lt;br /&gt;Where you never change your socks and you never throw rocks,&lt;br /&gt;And your hair is never parted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,&lt;br /&gt;At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a farmer and his son, they were on the run, to the hay field they were bounding&lt;br /&gt;Said the bum to the son, "Why don't you come to the big rock candy mountains?"&lt;br /&gt;So the very next day they hiked away, the mileposts they were counting&lt;br /&gt;But they never arrived at the lemonade tide, on the Big Rock Candy Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,&lt;br /&gt;At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning,&lt;br /&gt;Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said "Boys, I'm not turning."&lt;br /&gt; "I'm heading for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains;"&lt;br /&gt;"So come with me, we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, there's a land that's fair and bright,&lt;br /&gt;The handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night&lt;br /&gt;Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day&lt;br /&gt;On the birds and the bees and the cigarete trees,&lt;br /&gt;The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings&lt;br /&gt;In the Big Rock Candy Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs&lt;br /&gt;And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs&lt;br /&gt;The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow&lt;br /&gt;Where the rain don't fall, the wind don't blow&lt;br /&gt;In the Big Rock Candy Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, you never change your socks&lt;br /&gt;And little streams of  &lt;a href="http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/lyrics/bigrock.htm#gin"&gt;alcohol&lt;/a&gt; come a-trickling down the rocks&lt;br /&gt;The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind&lt;br /&gt;There's a lake of stew and of  &lt;a href="http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/lyrics/bigrock.htm#gin"&gt;whiskey&lt;/a&gt; too&lt;br /&gt;And you can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe&lt;br /&gt;In the Big Rock Candy Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin,&lt;br /&gt;And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws or picks,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;Where they hung the jerk that invented work&lt;br /&gt;In the Big Rock Candy Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you all this comin' fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by McClintock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-8860461995631923207?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8860461995631923207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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title='Tool'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-500563085300359382</id><published>2008-11-03T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:36:01.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lengths We Go To For Our Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/1185136051" bgcolor="#503e31" 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The children were adopted and have many issue's that their parents have been working through with lot's of professional help for all concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week things came to a head and now they are navigating the "system" again.  The process to access mental health care and services is woefully lacking and I agree with her that a lot of people simply fall through the cracks because they have not the capacity or will to navigate the "system".  Having a sister and nephew dealing with "system" now, I have heard some of the stories and nightmares caused by state workers.  Sissy and nephew have been dealing with his oppositional defiance disorder/RAD/Bi-polar? since the day he was born.  She is also dealing with her own mental health issues. Her case culminated in the state forcing her to terminate parental rights.  This has been very traumatic for all of us and didn't need to happen. In the state of Washington, if you have a child that needs residential mental health care you better be very wealthy.  The States only option (that was ever presented to my sister) was foster care placement.   What she was not told was that at the end of the allotted foster care her son would be placed for adoption. Unless Grandma or his aunt (me) would take him into their homes.  Well Grandma is too old to do this and I have my own special needs child to care for.  It wouldn't have been good for any of us including the nephew.  Since Sissy signed her rights over the nephew has had several behavioral issues and been shuttled around to different foster care homes due to his behavior. We are not allowed to see him and cannot write to him either.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people in this situation have done something to cause the loss of parental rights ie drugs/physical or sexual abuse. None of these things were present in the beginning.  After years of dealing with her son and her own mental health issue's she did start using drugs.  It was a short period of time and she did everything the state ordered her to do to qualify to get her son back but, that wasn't good enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole reason she got screwed is because she's poor and mentally ill. And she was  trusting the state to "help" her.   See where that got her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "system" is set up for neredowell's/absentee parents and drug addicts who not only can't take care of their kids but, don't want to.  If you need help managing a child with sever mental health issue's and you are an active parent the state just treats you as if you are a dirt bag parent anyway...very discouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do hope that those who believe "Free Medical" or socialized medicine is the way to go will understand one thing... only the STRONG have what it takes to get what is needed most. The Red-Tape and drag out of any reasonable expected governmental service weeds-out many unable to even navigate the system."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Glendenning newmemories.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check out Anna's blog for more info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-2491594508136041757?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2491594508136041757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=2491594508136041757' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/2491594508136041757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/2491594508136041757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/10/system-sucks.html' title='The System Sucks'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775387470641448656.post-5105512500104350794</id><published>2008-10-25T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:05:31.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies in advance to Mom and her family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="%3Cembed%20src=%22http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/271557392%22%20bgcolor=%22#FFFFFF%22%20flashVars=%22videoId=1842856410&amp;amp;playerId=271557392&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;%22%20base=%22http://admin.brightcove.com%22%20name=%22flashObj%22%20width=%22486%22%20height=%22412%22%20seamlesstabbing=%22false%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20swLiveConnect=%22true%22%20pluginspage=%22http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash%22%3E%3C/embed%3E"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/271557392" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=1842856410&amp;amp;playerId=271557392&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swliveconnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-5105512500104350794?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/5105512500104350794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=5105512500104350794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/5105512500104350794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/5105512500104350794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/10/apologies-in-advance-to-mom-and-her.html' title='Apologies in advance to Mom and her family'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-1973620314559223606</id><published>2008-10-22T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:22:31.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Mom</title><content type='html'>I found some more toilet humor.   Although I think this goes beyond the "pail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out chocolate rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dasboob.com/the-chocolate-rage/"&gt;http://dasboob.com/the-chocolate-rage/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of a craigslist rant I saw a while back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-1973620314559223606?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1973620314559223606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=1973620314559223606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1973620314559223606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1973620314559223606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-mom.html' title='Hey Mom'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-9110415205527805812</id><published>2008-10-21T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:52:50.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Tank Love</title><content type='html'>When I got home last nite from my much needed nail appt the girls wanted me to come see the fish tank.  We have 3 gold fish 1 Shebunkin and a plecostomus.   All of them are 5 to 7 years old.  Well, I went to the tank and there's hundreds and hundreds of little brown balls all over the tank.  Some were floating on top and some were laying on the bottom and some were floating all over the tank.  It looked like one of the kids had dumped the whole can of food into the tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On closer inspection tho it was clear that the shebunkin (it has a black spot above the eye's so I named it spot, had no idea it was a female) was poopin out eggs like there was no tomorrow.  It was verrryyy educational for the kids.  The other 3 fish would follow her around and attempt to fertilize the eggs as they were expelled.    eeww fish sex.  We don't know if any of the eggs will be viable but, with our luck we will be calling the pet store soon to see if we can unload the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the tank is a disaster area and now I have to clean up and I didn't even get a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-9110415205527805812?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/9110415205527805812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=9110415205527805812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/9110415205527805812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/9110415205527805812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/10/fish-tank-love.html' title='Fish Tank Love'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-6637903501644855560</id><published>2008-10-14T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:33:27.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock, knock...who's there?.....Secret Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, this woman gets a call from an Obama campaign volunteer.  Harmless enough right?   Think again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"She asked if I was an Obama supporter, to which I replied, 'No, I don't support him. Your guy is a socialist who voted four times in the state Senate to let little babies die in hospital closets; I think you should find something better to do with your time.' (And then) I hung up."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The volunteer reported her as saying Obama should die or some such and then the Secret Service paid this woman a visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get ready for more of this.  We will all be sent to the re-education camps.  I know it sounds like paranoid thinking but, I'm probably gonna be sorry I ever started blogging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go to this site to get the rest of the story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lufkindailynews.com/search/content/news/stories/2008/10/07/secret_service.html"&gt;http://www.lufkindailynews.com/search/content/news/stories/2008/10/07/secret_service.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-6637903501644855560?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6637903501644855560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=6637903501644855560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6637903501644855560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6637903501644855560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/10/knock-knockwhos-theresecret-service.html' title='Knock, knock...who&apos;s there?.....Secret Service'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-3246544404152909834</id><published>2008-10-11T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:28:57.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I was born on July 4, 1776, and the Declaration of independence is my birth certificate. The bloodlines of the world run in my veins, because I offered freedom to the oppressed. I am many things, and many people. I am the United States. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I am 300 million living souls – and the ghost of millions who have lived and died for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I am Nathan Hale and Paul Revere. I stood at Lexington and fired the shot heard around the world. I am Washington, Jefferson, and Patrick Henry. I am John Paul Jones, the Green Mountain boys, and Davy Crockett. I am Lee, Grant and Abe Lincoln. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I remember the Alamo, the Maine and Pearl Harbor. When freedom called, I answered and stayed until it was over, over there. I left my heroic dead in Flanders Field, on the rock of Corregidor, and on the bleak slopes of Korea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I am the Brooklyn Bridge, the wheat lands of Kansas, and the granite hills of Vermont. I am the coal fields of the Virginias and Pennsylvania, the fertile lands of the West, the Golden Gate and the Grand Canyon. I am Independence Hall, the Monitor and the Merrimac. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I am big. I sprawl from the Atlantic to the Pacific, three million miles throbbing with industry. I am more than five million farms. I am forest, field, mountains and desert. I am quiet villages – and cities that never sleep. You can look at me and see Ben Franklin walking down the streets of Philadelphia with his bread loaf under his arm. You can see Betsy Ross with her needle. You can see the lights of Christmas, and hear the strains of Auld Lang Syne as the calendar turns. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I am Babe Ruth and the World Series. I am 160,000 schools and colleges, and 250,000 churches where my people worship God as they think best. I am a ballot dropped in a box, the roar of a crowd in a stadium, and the voice of a choir in a cathedral. I am an editorial in a newspaper, and a letter to a Congressman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I am Eli Whitney and Stephen Foster. I am Tom Edison, Albert Einstein, and Billy Graham. I am Horace Greeley, Will Rogers, and the Wright brothers. I am George Washington Carver, Daniel Webster and Jonas Salk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I am Longfellow, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Walt Whitman and Thomas Paine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, I am the Nation, and these are the things that I am. I was conceived in freedom and, God willing, in freedom will I spend the rest of my days. May I possess always the integrity, the courage and the strength to keep myself unshackled, to remain a citadel of freedom and a beacon of hope to the world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I am the United States!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;OTTO WHITTAKER, “I Am the Nation,” Norfolk and Western Railway Company Magazine, January 15, 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I am an American. Just an American, no &lt;/span&gt;hyphen's&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-3246544404152909834?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3246544404152909834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=3246544404152909834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3246544404152909834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3246544404152909834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-nation.html' title='I am the Nation'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-3544376334223328147</id><published>2008-10-05T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:43:54.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a big yellow sticky note on my son's school records part 2</title><content type='html'>So, on Thursday of last week there were children passing poster's out that said "tell your mama to vote for Obama"  Some of the kids were wearing these posters taped to their shirts.  The agitated my son in his science class.  He was very vocal in his dislike for these signs and of course because he reacted the kids tormented him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning I called the school district to find out what the policy on political signs was.   The district says no political signs are allowed.  The district then wanted to know where I saw these signs.  I wasn't about to tell them, I wanted to talk to the principal of the school first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally talked to the principal and she said she did see the poster's being handed out and that she stopped that.  I told her about what happened in the science class and she hadn't heard about that.  I said why would the teacher tell you about it? I'm sure he wanted to keep it quiet.  She said that political themed t-shirts were ok.  I'll be calling the district on Monday to find out the policy on posters taped to t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since we were on the phone anyway the principal wanted to know if I had any other issue's. I told her about the PE class problem, that C was supposed to be in adaptive PE.  Because of scheduling problems he was offered gen ed PE and he accepted it.  Then he was bullied.  I told her I wanted him out of PE all together he is under weight and it's not like he needs it.  I don't care if it's a state requirement.  Exceptions are made all the time, make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told her about the IEP problem which she also knew nothing about.  I explained that I could not go to the Thursday mtg because my advocate had already scheduled a mtg after I called her to let her know that the school had canceled the mtg for Thursday.   "OH, why would you need an advocate?" she says.  I told her that my husband won't be at the mtg and I'm not coming alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we ended the call she said she would be attending the IEP  mtg (now that she knows about it and the trouble I'm causing)  Yes sir, Tuesday should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-3544376334223328147?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3544376334223328147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=3544376334223328147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3544376334223328147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3544376334223328147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-big-yellow-sticky-note-on-my-sons_05.html' title='I&apos;m a big yellow sticky note on my son&apos;s school records part 2'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-140397271374538451</id><published>2008-10-04T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:47:44.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a big yellow sticky note on my son's school records</title><content type='html'>I'm sure it's just me but, I think you should be able to go to school without being subjected to flying Bio-Hazards.  Last week the 14 year old boy told me someone spit on him (more than once) in his Science class.   Rather than try to call the school (have tried that before, it just gets my blood pressure up)  I emailed the teacher directly.  See, they rely on their email now, don't bother trying to call.  It's a waste of time.  So, the incident  happened on Thursday.  I emailed teacher Friday morning.  After two follow up emails I finally heard from the teacher on Monday morning.  Seems he was sick Friday and had no email access ALL weekend.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hhhmm&lt;/span&gt;  a science teacher with no email access for three whole days....I ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buyin&lt;/span&gt;' it.&lt;br /&gt;He said he is referring (that means he sent him the the principal) the kid and calling his parents.    That will solve the problem I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the school called last wed and invited me to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt; mtg on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thur&lt;/span&gt; of this week.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, short notice but, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  Then the school called on wed this week and canceled.  I canceled my advocate.  Then the school called back an hour later and said the mtg was back on at original date and time.  Too late to re-schedule the advocate.  I told them the time won't work now.  Well the woman said, it has to be done by Oct. 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm now trying to find out if I can cancel the mtg.  If I give them permission to go beyond the "drop dead date" on the current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt;.  School says no but, what kind of a mother would I be if I took their word for it.   They are only looking out for themselves, not my child.  That job falls on me and I really don't mind being a witch with capital B when it comes to my children getting what they need.  As of now, I think the mtg is scheduled for Tue.  I haven't got confirmation on that tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I called the district records dept and asked for a copy of the current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt;.   The woman was confused about which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt;  I wanted,  she said I could not have a copy of the new one.   I asked for the "current" one.   She did have the foresight to check if it was there.   It was not, it was in his file at the school.  The school told me to call records.  The right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing and most of the time this works to the school advantage.   Not this time.  I then called the school back and explained that I wanted a copy of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt; and that I knew it was at the school for the mtg that was not going to happen.  The woman wanted to know which one I wanted.  Well it went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; my head what the woman at records said so I said both of them thinking that she would say I can't have both of them.   She said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.   Score!  'course some of the stuff is not in the new one.  I took them to a friends house and we looked over them and guess what....the date on the current one is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; so according to the current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt; we still have two more months to do this mtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-140397271374538451?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/140397271374538451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=140397271374538451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/140397271374538451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/140397271374538451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-big-yellow-sticky-note-on-my-sons.html' title='I&apos;m a big yellow sticky note on my son&apos;s school records'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-9209626114892870762</id><published>2008-10-03T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:54:09.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughed 'til I cried</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish I knew who wrote this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper and the Unbaked Yeast Rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came to us in the summer of 2001 from the fox terrier rescue program. For those of you, who are unfamiliar with this type of adoption, imagine taking in a 10 year old child about whom you know nothing and committing to doing your best to be a good parent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Like a child, the dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He will only sleep on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as close to my face as he can get without actually performing a French kiss on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Lest you think this is a bad case of ‘no discipline,’ I should tell you that Perry and I tried every means to break him of this habit including locking him in a separate bedroom for several nights. The new door cost over $200. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Five weeks ago we began remodeling our house. Although the cost of the project is downright obnoxious, it was 20 years overdue AND it got me out of cooking Thanksgiving for family, extended family, and a lot of friends that I like more than family most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I was assigned the task of preparing 124 of my famous yeast dinner rolls for the two Thanksgiving feasts we did attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I am still cursing the electrician for getting the new oven hooked up so quickly. It was the only appliance in the whole darn house that worked, thus the assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I made the decision to cook the rolls on Wed evening to reheat Thurs am. Since the kitchen was freshly painted, you can imagine the odor. Not wanting the rolls to smell like Sherwin Williams #586, I put the rolls on baking sheets and set them in the living room to rise for a few hours. Perry and I decided to go out to eat, returning in about an hour. The rolls were ready to go in the oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It was 8:30 PM. When I went to the living room to retrieve the pans, much to my shock one whole pan of 12 rolls was empty. I called out to Jasper and my worst nightmare became a reality. He literally wobbled over to me. He looked like a combination of the Pillsbury dough boy and the Michelin Tire man wrapped up in fur. He groaned when he walked. I swear even his cheeks were bloated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I ran to the phone and called our vet. After a few second s of uproarious laughter, he told me the dog would probably be OK, however, I needed to give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours for the rest of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; God only knows why I thought a dog would like Pepto Bismol any more than my kids did when they were sick. Suffice it to say that by the time we went to bed the dog was black, white and pink. He was so bloated we had to lift him onto the bed for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; We arose at 7:30 and as we always do first thing; put the dog out to relieve himself. Well, the dog was as drunk as a sailor on his first leave. He was running into walls, falling flat on his butt and most of the time when he was walking his front half was going one direction and the other half was either dragging the grass or headed 90 degrees in another direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; He couldn't lift his leg to pee, so he would just walk and pee at the same time. When he ran down the small incline in our back yard he couldn't stop himself and nearly ended up running into the fence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; His pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy as a loon. I endured another few seconds of laughter from the vet (second call within 12 hours) before he explained that the yeast had fermented in his belly and that he was indeed drunk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; He assured me that, not unlike most binges we humans go through, it would wear off after about 4 or 5 hours and to keep giving him Pepto Bismol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Afraid to leave him by himself in the house, Perry and I loaded him up and took him with us to my sister's house for the first Thanksgiving meal of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; My sister lives outside of Muskogee on a ranch, (10 to 15 minute drive). Rolls firmly secured in the trunk (124 less 12) and drunk dog leaning from the back seat onto the console of the car between Perry and I, we took off.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you probably don't believe that dogs burp, but believe me when I say that after eating a tray of risen unbaked yeast rolls, DOGS WILL BURP. These burps were pure Old Charter. They would have matched or beat any smell in a drunk tank at the police station. But that's not the worst of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Now he was beginning to fart and they smelled like baked rolls. God strike me dead i f I am not telling the truth! We endured this for the entire trip to Karen's, thankful she didn't live any further away than she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Once Jasper was firmly placed in my sister's garage with the door locked, we finally sat down to enjoy our first Thanksgiving meal of the day. The dog was the topic of conversation all morning long and everyone made trips to the garage to witness my drunken dog, each returning with a tale of Jasper's latest endeavor to walk without running into something. Of course, as the old adage goes, ‘what goes in must come out’ and Jasper was no exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Granted if it had been me that had eaten 12 risen, unbaked yeast rolls, you might as well have put a concrete block up my behind, but alas a dog's digestive system is quite different from yours or mine. I discovered this was a mixed blessing when we prepared to leave Karen's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Having discovered his ‘packages’ on the garage floor, we loaded him up in the car so we could hose down the floor.&lt;br /&gt;This was another naive decision on our part. The blast of water from the hose hit the poop on the floor and the poop on the floor withstood the blast from the hose. It was like Portland cement beginning to set up and cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; We finally tried to remove it with a shovel. I (obviously no one else was going to offer their services) had to get on my hands and knees with a coarse brush to get the remnants off of the floor. And as if this wasn't degrading enough, the darn dog in his drunken state had walked through the poop and left paw prints all over the garage floor that had to be brushed too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Well, by this time the dog was sobering up nicely so we took him home and dropped him off before we left for our second Thanksgiving dinner at Perry's sister's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I am happy to report that as of today (Monday) the dog is back to normal both in size and temperament. He has had a bath and is no longer tricolor. None the worse for wear I presume. I am also happy to report that just this evening I found 2 risen unbaked yeast rolls hidden inside my closet door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It appears he must have come to his senses after eating 10 of them but decided hiding 2 of them for later would not be a bad idea. Now, I'm doing research on the computer as to: ‘How to clean unbaked dough from the carpet.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And how was your day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-9209626114892870762?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/9209626114892870762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=9209626114892870762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/9209626114892870762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/9209626114892870762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/10/laughed-til-i-cried.html' title='Laughed &apos;til I cried'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-7291894441673792427</id><published>2008-10-03T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:11:48.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="%3Cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/gH-2Fwx5RU0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/gH-2Fwx5RU0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gH-2Fwx5RU0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gH-2Fwx5RU0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-7291894441673792427?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7291894441673792427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=7291894441673792427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/7291894441673792427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/7291894441673792427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-leader.html' title='Dear Leader'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-7999679404486041045</id><published>2008-10-01T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:39:19.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does That "B" Stand For In PBS?</title><content type='html'>BIAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ifill&lt;/span&gt; is a commentator for PBS news.  She also happens to be writing a book about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be moderating the debate between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt; this week.  IN WHAT UNIVERSE IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS FAIR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the situation were reversed we would see the BIAS CONSERVATIVE  moderator withdrawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;apologizing&lt;/span&gt; for ever considering the gig in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-7999679404486041045?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7999679404486041045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=7999679404486041045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/7999679404486041045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/7999679404486041045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-does-that-b-stand-for-in-pbs.html' title='What Does That &quot;B&quot; Stand For In PBS?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-7493280223606096610</id><published>2008-09-30T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:17:08.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="%3Cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/r2RZ0sUcVcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/r2RZ0sUcVcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2RZ0sUcVcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2RZ0sUcVcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-7493280223606096610?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7493280223606096610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=7493280223606096610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/7493280223606096610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/7493280223606096610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-3340610949152908093</id><published>2008-09-28T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:09:27.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ObeyMe's Bracelet  Gate</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obamao&lt;/span&gt; has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bracelet&lt;/span&gt; too!  What he didn't tell us is that the family requested that he&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; wear it.  That right there ought to tell everyone what he thinks about service members and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Pig.   Oops, I should be more careful what I say.  The Stazi will be after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dehavelle.com/2008/09/barack-obamas-bracelet/"&gt;http://www.dehavelle.com/2008/09/barack-obamas-bracelet/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-3340610949152908093?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3340610949152908093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=3340610949152908093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3340610949152908093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3340610949152908093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/09/obeymes-bracelet-gate.html' title='ObeyMe&apos;s Bracelet  Gate'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-7014270905210317209</id><published>2008-09-25T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:54:22.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cure for what ails you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="%3Cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/lvt4b_qwC_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/lvt4b_qwC_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lvt4b_qwC_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lvt4b_qwC_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-7014270905210317209?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7014270905210317209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=7014270905210317209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/7014270905210317209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/7014270905210317209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/09/cure-for-what-ails-you.html' title='A Cure for what ails you'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-8436737979191953690</id><published>2008-09-16T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:21:42.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schwine Hund</title><content type='html'>In light of what has come out about "The One's" trip to Baghdad (he told the Iraqi's to wait 'til after the inauguration to negotiate a US troop withdrawal )  I believe that he and his people believed that for all intents and purposes he was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already President&lt;/span&gt;.  They just needed to wait 'til after the pesky inauguration so that "The One" could take all the credit.  Even his own national security spokesperson Wendy Morigi has admitted what was said during the meeting.   She had to, there were too many witnesses.&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="regTimes" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt; I really hope this gets some air play.  I won't hold my breath though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it explains the many gyrations of the Obama/Media's Campaign against Sarah Palin. I mean  these people thought they had it all sewn up, it was in the bag, McCain was going down. Then Palin appears and things don't seem quite so secure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he and his shrew are having to change their underwear on an hourly basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a law against doing this.   It's called the Logan Act.  If a person is convicted they could be sentenced to Three years in Federal Prison.   If it were one of us little people I have no doubt we would be in jail before we knew what hit us.  But, Obama is NOT one of us.   HE is a Lawyer/Community Organizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-8436737979191953690?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8436737979191953690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=8436737979191953690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/8436737979191953690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/8436737979191953690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/09/schwine-hund.html' title='Schwine Hund'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-6710132919532125457</id><published>2008-09-16T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:42:44.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O M G</title><content type='html'>GASP....Sarah Palin bought a used tanning bed with her own money and had it installed in her living quarters.   What will she do next?   The nerve.  She obviously doesn't care about the little people/Sarc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puh-leeze.  The media is a bunch of MORON'S.  If I lived in Alaska I would be using a tanning bed.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I did use a tanning bed last spring.  For about two months prior to going to Hawaii.  I enjoyed it and it did make me feel better to get some sort of warm/light on me a few times a week.  Fall and Winter in the Pacific Northwest are gray and drizzly.  A lot of us suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder and the treatment for that is light therapy.  I'm not saying Mrs. Palin or myself have the disorder.  I just have experienced the benefits of tanning beds and I don't begrudge anyone the use of them.   For the media to slather this all over the place is a waste of time. It just makes me despise the media all that much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of people use tanning beds. Yes they can be over used.  Yes they can be dangerous if abused.  Shhhh....did you know that even the simple act of breathing causes cancer?  But, only in small amounts over loooonnnnggg periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those people (media, lawyers, investigator's) up there digging thru her trashcan and this is the best they come up with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media=Moron's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-6710132919532125457?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6710132919532125457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=6710132919532125457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6710132919532125457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6710132919532125457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-m-g.html' title='O M G'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-7125426975908286474</id><published>2008-09-13T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:55:57.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to our regularly scheduled lives</title><content type='html'>Well, we managed to survive the first full week back to school.  The girls are really happy to be back in class with their friends.  Connor has made some new friends and one of them is a girl, oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam has wanted to be in band this year so we decided that she should play the flute.  Size and money wise the best choice.  I rented one today and managed to get it for under $20/month.  Boy, am I glad I talked her out of orchestra.  Connor dabbled with the cello for four months.  That was really painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both girls are back at the pool for lessons.  They are now in group four.  They are learning more advanced things like flipping and pushing off the wall. I spent Thursday watching the instructor flip his head every 2 minuets.  I assume he was trying to get the water out of his ears or maybe get his hair out of his face, tho his hair isn't very long.  It just really irritated me.  It was so exaggerated that I thought he was just doing it to get attention.  Why he would do that I don't know, there isn't anyone there to impress but a bunch of little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Anna and I were installed as Council Members in the Guardians Council at the local Jobs Daughters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt;.  I am the new Director of Paraphernalia.  That means I oversee the properties of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt;.  Since Sam is a member I want to support her activities and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lyd&lt;/span&gt; will be joining up next year.  It's a great organization that the girls and I can both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;benefit&lt;/span&gt; from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to a trip to Auburn in Oct.   That will be adult leadership training so Sam will be staying home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-7125426975908286474?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7125426975908286474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=7125426975908286474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/7125426975908286474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/7125426975908286474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-our-regularly-scheduled-lives.html' title='Back to our regularly scheduled lives'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-3454842536322070906</id><published>2008-09-10T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T07:57:07.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bourne Stupidity</title><content type='html'>One more Holly weirdo crossed off my list.    Too bad my family really liked the Bourne movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/C6urw_PWHYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/C6urw_PWHYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6urw_PWHYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6urw_PWHYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-3454842536322070906?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3454842536322070906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=3454842536322070906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3454842536322070906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/3454842536322070906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/09/bourne-stupidity.html' title='The Bourne Stupidity'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-8844432431552863281</id><published>2008-09-07T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:37:49.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No room under the tent for some of us</title><content type='html'>For years I thought the only party I could vote for was the democrat party.  Until I reached a time in my life that I finally formed my personal principals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time the party didn't really represent me anymore.  This is not to say that I became a republican. It's just that the republican party was closer to my principals. The democrat party now represents the "why don't we do it in the road" hedonistic, if it feels good do it sort of principals that can only lead to anarchy. If you feel strongly about certain topics you just aren't welcome there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,I found an article written by  Suann Therese Maier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally, I will vote for Sarah Palin, not because I’ve left the Democratic party of my youth and young adulthood, but because that party has left me. In fact, it no longer exists. And no amount of elegant speaking, exciting choreography, and moral alibis will bring it back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good read, check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.firstthings.com/onthesquare/?p=1161&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-8844432431552863281?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8844432431552863281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=8844432431552863281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/8844432431552863281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/8844432431552863281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-room-under-tent-for-some-of-us.html' title='No room under the tent for some of us'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-2698562466803914267</id><published>2008-09-04T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:02:43.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've had it up to here....and I'm not going to take it any more!</title><content type='html'>----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/don_henley/track/dirty_laundry" title="'Don Henley - Dirty Laundry' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Don Henley - Dirty Laundry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you as sick of the Media as I am?  I'm so tired of all the press telling us what and how to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item number one:  Polls and Surveys.  You do know that all polls and surveys are written to illicit the exact answers the pollster and survey takers want right?  In any poll results lie the ammunition to make us rube's either happy or sad depending on how the media wants us to feel.  Don't fall for that crap, think for yourself.    The Internet is a great place to gather info, just remember that you can't believe everything you read on it.  If you are only looking at TV news, yahoo news or slate you might want to spend a little extra time seeking out news from alternate "suppliers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item number two:  The John Edwards story.  The media knew about this a year ago but, sat on it because it didn't fit their agenda.  Now really, I don't give a fig about him.  It does show a lack of judgement on his part.  Along with some very uncaring treatment of his wife who is dealing with cancer.  If Mrs Edwards doesn't want to make a stink about it I don't care.  How they deal with issues as husband and wife is really not my concern.   What I do care about is that this man can be led around by his dick.   I don't want another one of those in the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe the Media is trying to control us through the news what do you think has been going on for the last week?  "Trig is Bristol's"  "Sarah wasn't pregnant" "Palin's  17 yr old daughter pregnant"   And this gem, "Todd Palin arrested for DUI"?  All designed to make us think that the Palin family is whiter trash than the Spears family.  So Todd got a DUI? so what?   It's not like he drove off a bridge and flipped his car upside down and then scrambled to shore leaving his date to die a cold and lonely death.    Yes, Teddy Kennedy I'm talkin' bout you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not see the Media dragging out Teddy's skeleton every time he is on tv or the news do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something you can do to make your feelings known to the Media.  Visit this web site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.boycottusweekly.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.boycottusweekly.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and find some their advertisers to  boycott as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some comedic relief try this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/y5zsownDK2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/y5zsownDK2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5zsownDK2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5zsownDK2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-2698562466803914267?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2698562466803914267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=2698562466803914267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/2698562466803914267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/2698562466803914267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-had-it-up-to-hereand-im-not-going.html' title='I&apos;ve had it up to here....and I&apos;m not going to take it any more!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-6799720924975423142</id><published>2008-09-01T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:50:29.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.E.M.  (shout out to Mom)</title><content type='html'>If you build it, they will come.  If you turn on a work cell phone, they will call.   At seven am on a holiday.  With a Stupid question like, "can I have a raise?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a hint:  If you want a raise it's usually not a good idea to wake up the boss's wife at seven am on a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, does no one have any common sense anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to self:  make sure the stupid phone is turned off since the phone's owner won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-6799720924975423142?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6799720924975423142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=6799720924975423142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6799720924975423142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6799720924975423142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/09/bem-shout-out-to-mom.html' title='B.E.M.  (shout out to Mom)'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-5938606649095144868</id><published>2008-08-29T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:55:28.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip Into the World of E Readers</title><content type='html'>So, I got a wild hair and decided I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to have one!  One what you ask?   Well it's a hand held device sort of like an mp3 player only for books.  You can go to an online bookstore like amazon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fictionwise&lt;/span&gt;, my bookstore and more, and many others.  There you can purchase digital books.  Usually at less cost than a hard copy and no shipping.  Through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gutenberg&lt;/span&gt; project you can even download free books.   I go through voracious reading spurts where I will read 10  or more books in a month.  I'm also one those weirdo's that will read more than one book at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started buying and downloading books to my computer a little over a year ago.  While this was a cost effective alternative for me I found reading whole books on my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;puter&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cumbersome&lt;/span&gt; at best.  I like to lay in bed and read and the laptop just doesn't work for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; more computer literate than a rock, contrary to what certain family members think.  Customer support is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crucial &lt;/span&gt;for me.  That being said I chose to go with a less costly model in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ebookwise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ereader&lt;/span&gt;.    When I finally got the device to connect to the store site I could download books that I purchased at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ebookwise&lt;/span&gt; but not any other site or books that I had already downloaded to my computer.   Which is the whole reason I wanted an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ereader&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ebookwise&lt;/span&gt; appears to have a customer support dept that consists of one person that only works two days a week and can only be reached via email.  Oh sure, they ask you for your phone number and best time to call.  They say they will respond in 24 hrs.  The first issue I contacted them about was not responded to for three days. The emailed response did not address the issue I had.  The second issue, that of wanting to know what the return policy was, did not get an answer for four days.  Again via email.  I would have thought they would want to talk to me, see what the problem was.  Try to keep me as a customer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 hours (and lots of grumbling and grouching) trying to make the device do what it was supposed to do I gave up.  I ordered an Amazon Kindle.  While the device is cost prohibitive it does all I want it to do and then some.  It has an mp3 player on it.  You can even connect to the web and read blogs.  The best thing about the Kindle is the customer support.  A phone number to a live person in the US.  Within half an hour of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; the device I was downloading books to it and reading some of the blogs that I follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon will be releasing a new version of Kindle this fall and I probably should have waited for it but, I love my Kindle.  It does all that I want it to do and now I can get rid of these stacks of books piled all over my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-5938606649095144868?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/5938606649095144868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=5938606649095144868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/5938606649095144868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/5938606649095144868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-trip-into-world-of-e-readers.html' title='My Trip Into the World of E Readers'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775387470641448656.post-4850718086880474937</id><published>2008-08-27T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T07:06:15.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick, Tick, Tick</title><content type='html'>School starts next Wednesday Sept. third.    WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt; I can get back to my regularly scheduled life.    Not that I don't love my children.   At this point in the summer I can tell they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; bored they are actually looking forward to school starting,   I was finally able to get the shopping done and now there are just a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;incidentals&lt;/span&gt; left to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there is a "meet the teachers".  We'll be going to that even tho the eight year old has had this years teacher for 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade and the ten year old was in this years teacher's class for 40 min. a day last year.  So, we have a good idea what to expect and we know these teachers already.&lt;br /&gt;Still, the girls want to go so we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 14 year old even expressed a desire to return to school this year so that is a welcome change although, come Wednesday morning at six am I'm sure he will be singing a different tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to getting back into a routine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-4850718086880474937?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/4850718086880474937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=4850718086880474937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/4850718086880474937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/4850718086880474937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/08/tick-tick-tick.html' title='Tick, Tick, Tick'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-1246022898181637866</id><published>2008-08-20T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T06:59:02.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Go Girl</title><content type='html'>Bikini clad barista's in Parkland.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, ya can't even go to work in a coffee stand without being subjected to perv's  these days.&lt;br /&gt;This dope shows up wearing women's frillies and "touching" himself.   He then proceeds to drive up two more times.   On the third trip to the window the girl opens the window and douses him with boiling water.   Woo Hoo , I like this chick, except I would've done it on the second trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, except the perv appeared to enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course wouldn't be caught dead in a bikini let alone in a bikini serving gourmet coffee.  If I had the bod for it....sure  I might do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-1246022898181637866?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1246022898181637866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=1246022898181637866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1246022898181637866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1246022898181637866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-go-girl.html' title='You Go Girl'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-6307476747967072965</id><published>2008-08-18T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:00:48.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Vent</title><content type='html'>I have had this issue before.   The last time I tried to buy something at walmart.com .     For some reason unknown to me or my bank, verified by visa says my birthdate and phone# do NOT match the card on file.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to activate on the visa site to no avail.  My bank says there shouldn't be any problem and of course walmart does not know anything about verified by visa except that you have to do it in order to make an online purchase,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do a LOT on online buying.   Walmart is the ONLY place I have seen this verified by visa malarkey .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it really wouldn't be that much of an issue.   If I didn't have a broken leg and could just drive myself to the store to buy my children their school clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-6307476747967072965?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6307476747967072965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=6307476747967072965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6307476747967072965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6307476747967072965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-to-vent.html' title='Time to Vent'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-1819284566106660623</id><published>2008-08-18T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:18:34.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Black</title><content type='html'>Today is the 35th Anniversary of AC/DC's first club date.   Happy Anniversary guys,  and for those too old to rock, we salute you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you Barb A and our last dance together at reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a funny bit in honor of AC/DC  I found on youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3Cparam%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/FH0ja5mb-Mc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%20name=%22movie%22/%3E%3Cparam%20value=%22true%22%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22/%3E%3Cembed%20width=%22425%22%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/FH0ja5mb-Mc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20height=%22344%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FH0ja5mb-Mc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FH0ja5mb-Mc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-1819284566106660623?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1819284566106660623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=1819284566106660623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1819284566106660623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1819284566106660623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-in-black.html' title='Back in Black'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-5514452657767266172</id><published>2008-08-10T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:26:17.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I escaped the cast</title><content type='html'>Ok, I managed to get out of wearing a cast for four weeks.   Instead I have a brace that keeps my knee from bending beyond a certain degree.   Husband will be going back to work tomorrow.  Thankfully, I have three kids at home for summer break to wait on me hand and foot.  We'll see how that goes.  I won't be able to drive anywhere for a while so I may be calling on some of you to bring me snacky's and stuff.   I'll make it worth your while, I promise.    Doc say's I can start getting up and moving around this week so I'm happy about that.  Meanwhile, I have a stack of shredding that I'm catching up on.   Doesn't that sound like fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-5514452657767266172?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/5514452657767266172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=5514452657767266172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/5514452657767266172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/5514452657767266172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-escaped-cast.html' title='I escaped the cast'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-13447727832493606</id><published>2008-08-05T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:20:52.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Responds</title><content type='html'>This is so funny.  I love it.  Rather than get all indignant (tho maybe she did, I don't know)  she makes her own ad.   I know her Mom had some choice words about the McCain ad.  But, I didn't hear if Paris herself said anything up until this release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, her energy policy sounds very similar to the bill the Republicans want an up or down vote on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="%3Cobject%20classid=%22clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000%22%20width=%22464%22%20height=%22388%22%3E%3Cparam%20value=%22http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?96d0a705%22%20name=%22movie%22/%3E%3Cparam%20value=%22key=64ad536a6d%22%20name=%22flashvars%22/%3E%3Cparam%20value=%22true%22%20name=%22allowfullscreen%22/%3E%3Cembed%20width=%22464%22%20quality=%22high%22%20src=%22http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?96d0a705%22%20height=%22388%22%20flashvars=%22key=64ad536a6d%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E%3Cdiv%20style=%22text-align:center;width:%20464px;%22%3ESee%20more%20%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.funnyordie.com/paris_hilton%22%3EParis%20Hilton%3C/a%3E%20videos%20at%20Funny%20or%20Die%3C/div%3E"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="464" height="388"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?96d0a705" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="key=64ad536a6d" name="flashvars"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"&gt;&lt;embed width="464" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?96d0a705" height="388" flashvars="key=64ad536a6d" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/paris_hilton"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/a&gt; videos at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-13447727832493606?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/13447727832493606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=13447727832493606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/13447727832493606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/13447727832493606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/08/paris-responds.html' title='Paris Responds'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-7336611357874720970</id><published>2008-08-02T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:01:26.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped in Bed</title><content type='html'>So, I have been laying bed feeling sorry for myself and not doing much of anything aside from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;basic's&lt;/span&gt;.   By basics I mean hefting myself out of bed and shuffling 10 or 12 mini steps to position myself on the commode.  My dear hubby ran out Thursday morning to get it for me since I had such a hard time getting to the bathroom and then because my right leg is completely immobile and sticking straight out, it would not fit (postage stamp size) in the bathroom.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, it's the little things in life that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between trips I have been surfing the net and looking at my blog.  I've been looking at small things to enhance my blog.  Since I am only a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;noob&lt;/span&gt; at this stuff it can get very confusing.  Take for instance I wanted to add an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RSS&lt;/span&gt; Feed to my blog.  That is a news/post update for blogs that I follow.  I think.  I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;feedburner&lt;/span&gt; and registered an account and signed up my blog for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;feedburner&lt;/span&gt;.  So now I get an update in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; reader when the blogs I read and subscribe to post an update.  I was thinking it would show on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt; page.  I guess I was wrong about that.  Anna?  I'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with all this time on my hands now I will be spending a good portion of it adding to and tweaking my blogs.  I hope to work them into sites that my family and friends can visit to get updates on our family and see what silly/controversial/weird/helpful  or just trivial entertainment sites I find in my wanderings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-7336611357874720970?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7336611357874720970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=7336611357874720970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/7336611357874720970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/7336611357874720970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/08/trapped-in-bed.html' title='Trapped in Bed'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-1714326444327025543</id><published>2008-07-31T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T04:42:38.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not going anywhere!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday nite at 8:30 I fell down and hurt my leg.  I thought I just sprained it but it hurt pretty bad so we piled in the car and went to the urgent care at Interstate.  That's about a 15 min drive.  It wasn't too busy but we still sat for 2 and half hrs before I got back to the exam room.  The doc asked me some questions and decided I should have xray's so that was another 45 min.   It seemed like another hr before the doc came back and told me that my leg is broken right below the knee, the small bone that runs from knee to ankle.  The nerve is not severed so I won't need surgery but I do have a splint from my nether regions to my toe's.  Which means I will not be working in the baked potato booth at the fair OR going to Canada next week.  I will call orthopedics and make an appt for next week where I hope and pray that they will want to do new xray's and find that it's just a bad sprain.   Which would be bad enough but, more than likely I am going to have a full length plaster cast on my right leg for who knows how long.   Which means I will not be driving myself anywhere anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Getting into the house and onto my bed was LOADS of fun.  Thankfully I did get a prescription for pain meds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-1714326444327025543?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1714326444327025543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=1714326444327025543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1714326444327025543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1714326444327025543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-going-anywhere.html' title='I&apos;m not going anywhere!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775387470641448656.post-6582615360615772658</id><published>2008-07-30T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:26:19.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Widget update</title><content type='html'>See new google map widget below.  You can see where I am going next week by entering    wells, bc, canada in the search field.  After the map loads click on zoom out (that's the minus button) a few times to see where Wells, BC is in relation to where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="%3C%21--%20++Begin%20Map%20Search%20Control%20Wizard%20Generated%20Code++%20--%3E"&gt;&lt;!-- ++Begin Map Search Control Wizard Generated Code++ --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;  // Created with a Google AJAX Search Wizard&lt;br /&gt;  // http://code.google.com/apis/ajaxsearch/wizards.html&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;  // The Following div element will end up holding the map search control.&lt;br /&gt;  // You can place this anywhere on your page&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div id="mapsearch"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#676767;font-size:11px;margin:10px;padding:4px;"&gt;Loading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;!-- Maps Api, Ajax Search Api and Stylesheet&lt;br /&gt;  // Note: If you are already using the Maps API then do not include it again&lt;br /&gt;  //       If you are already using the AJAX Search API, then do not include it&lt;br /&gt;  //       or its stylesheet again&lt;br /&gt;  //&lt;br /&gt;  // The Key Embedded in the following script tags is designed to work with&lt;br /&gt;  // the following site:&lt;br /&gt;  // http://pollywallie.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;script src="http://maps.google.com/maps?file=api&amp;amp;v=2&amp;amp;key=ABQIAAAAxKOjNvPXTgVtR9NkJyLVRxQ864qwWHux3x1L3650YodOZFMgQxT9_00jRYkwk6qi1T0Vkn4ud3XzqQ"&lt;br /&gt; type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;script src="http://www.google.com/uds/api?file=uds.js&amp;amp;v=1.0&amp;amp;source=uds-msw&amp;amp;key=ABQIAAAAxKOjNvPXTgVtR9NkJyLVRxQ864qwWHux3x1L3650YodOZFMgQxT9_00jRYkwk6qi1T0Vkn4ud3XzqQ"&lt;br /&gt; type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    @import url("http://www.google.com/uds/css/gsearch.css");&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;!-- Map Search Control and Stylesheet --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    window._uds_msw_donotrepair = true;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;script src="http://www.google.com/uds/solutions/mapsearch/gsmapsearch.js?mode=new"&lt;br /&gt; type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    @import url("http://www.google.com/uds/solutions/mapsearch/gsmapsearch.css");&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    .gsmsc-mapDiv {&lt;br /&gt;      height : 275px;&lt;br /&gt;    }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    .gsmsc-idleMapDiv {&lt;br /&gt;      height : 275px;&lt;br /&gt;    }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    #mapsearch {&lt;br /&gt;      width : 365px;&lt;br /&gt;      margin: 10px;&lt;br /&gt;      padding: 4px;&lt;br /&gt;    }&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    function LoadMapSearchControl() {&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      var options = {&lt;br /&gt;            zoomControl : GSmapSearchControl.ZOOM_CONTROL_ENABLE_ALL,&lt;br /&gt;            title : "Googleplex",&lt;br /&gt;            url : "http://www.google.com/corporate/index.html",&lt;br /&gt;            idleMapZoom : GSmapSearchControl.ACTIVE_MAP_ZOOM,&lt;br /&gt;            activeMapZoom : GSmapSearchControl.ACTIVE_MAP_ZOOM&lt;br /&gt;            }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      new GSmapSearchControl(&lt;br /&gt;            document.getElementById("mapsearch"),&lt;br /&gt;            "1600 Amphitheatre Parkway, Mountain View, CA",&lt;br /&gt;            options&lt;br /&gt;            );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    }&lt;br /&gt;    // arrange for this function to be called during body.onload&lt;br /&gt;    // event processing&lt;br /&gt;    GSearch.setOnLoadCallback(LoadMapSearchControl);&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- ++End Map Search Control Wizard Generated Code++ --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-6582615360615772658?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6582615360615772658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=6582615360615772658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6582615360615772658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6582615360615772658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/07/widget-update.html' title='Widget update'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-6787235918887381410</id><published>2008-07-30T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T01:10:54.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm shmart  lol</title><content type='html'>Yeah for me!  I just added my first widget.   It can be found at my other blogspot called Polly Wog Blog.   I was visiting one of my fav blogs called Death by a 1000 papercuts and found a widget there for today's weird news in history. I just clicked on the button at the bottom that said get widget and then picked blogger from the choice of myspace, facebook et al.  and then saved my changes on my blogspot page.  Gosh, that was easy, now I'm off to find a widget for this page....I'm off to find a widget.....hhmmm hhmmm, hmm , hmmm, hmm,hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find the link to my other blog on the left side of this page, just click on view my profile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-6787235918887381410?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6787235918887381410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=6787235918887381410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6787235918887381410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/6787235918887381410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-shmart-lol.html' title='I&apos;m shmart  lol'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-5576638093571616685</id><published>2008-07-29T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:30:34.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday nite at the movies</title><content type='html'>I don't go to many movies these days.  It just cost's too much so when I do go I want to see something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; good.   My friend Anna and I went to see Mama Mia.  Ohhh it was so much fun!    We really enjoyed the music and sang along with quite a few of the numbers.   I actually found it charming that "some" of the stars in the movie were obviously not picked for their voices.   It made it more fun,  sort of more realistic if you could call a musical/movie realistic.&lt;br /&gt;Watching the film made me want to go to Greece.  It looks so beautiful there.  If only there were there weren't so many hills to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure and stick around for the credit's or you'll miss the special ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-5576638093571616685?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/5576638093571616685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=5576638093571616685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/5576638093571616685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/5576638093571616685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday-nite-at-movies.html' title='Monday nite at the movies'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-1258279508073753397</id><published>2008-07-28T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:48:15.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Keeping   UGH</title><content type='html'>Today I am cleaning my bedroom.  The girls like to help me do this as they usually get some treasure I let go of.  Sam got a brand new pair of pj's and Lydia got some floam.  It's a work in progress and I keep telling myself it always looks worse before it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;I promised my husband I would have it clean before I leave for Canada and that's next week so I better get busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-1258279508073753397?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1258279508073753397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=1258279508073753397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1258279508073753397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/1258279508073753397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/07/house-keeping-ugh.html' title='House Keeping   UGH'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-530402111425222041</id><published>2008-07-27T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:56:38.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding Dong the Witch is Dead</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; and my two girls and I are piled on my bed watching The Wizard of OZ.  I have many fond memories of doing the same thing with my parents and grandparents.  With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grampa&lt;/span&gt; we always had a huge bowl of white popcorn and soda's. Mine was always 7-up with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;marchino&lt;/span&gt; cherry at the bottom.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I'm going to have to get some next time I go shopping so I can complete my trip down memory lane.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men folk are having "man cave" time watching John Adams in the living room.  I'm going to go ruin it by making some popcorn.  If they are nice to me I will share some with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-530402111425222041?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/530402111425222041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=530402111425222041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/530402111425222041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/530402111425222041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/07/ding-dong-witch-is-dead.html' title='Ding Dong the Witch is Dead'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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-1775387470641448656.post-8512878901394261179</id><published>2008-07-26T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:47:29.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the begining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm just getting started here.   My friend Anna has been filling my head with all kinds of cool ideas.  So, I have opened a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gmail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; account and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; all in one night!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's going to be fun to see where this takes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775387470641448656-8512878901394261179?l=pollywallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8512878901394261179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775387470641448656&amp;postID=8512878901394261179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/8512878901394261179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775387470641448656/posts/default/8512878901394261179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywallie.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-begining.html' title='In the begining'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464283133899519028</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></feed>
