<?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-13589347</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:50:04.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wise Family</title><subtitle type='html'>The daily life of the Wise Family.  Some days we make the Osbornes look like the Brady Bunch!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-116671844512443553</id><published>2006-12-25T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:27:25.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Wise Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6920/1200/1600/347489/Christmas%20Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6920/1200/400/48211/Christmas%20Card.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-116671844512443553?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/116671844512443553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=116671844512443553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116671844512443553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116671844512443553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2006/12/three-wise-men.html' title='The Three Wise Men'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-116553147676556622</id><published>2006-12-07T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:11:40.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; width: 194px; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 83%;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: transparent url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat scroll left center; height: 194px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Marsha.Wight.Wise/2006DecHollyTour"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/Marsha.Wight.Wise/RXiU63-xyoE/AAAAAAAAAB0/8liDZdFUceU/s160-c/2006DecHollyTour.jpg" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0px; margin-top: 16px;" height="160" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Marsha.Wight.Wise/2006DecHollyTour"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;2006 - Dec - Holly Tour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click on image above to see my photos from the 2006 &lt;a href="http://www.hollytour.com"&gt;Holly Tour.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner of 16 W. Chase was nice enough to allow me to take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-116553147676556622?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/116553147676556622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=116553147676556622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116553147676556622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116553147676556622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2006/12/holly-tour.html' title='Holly Tour'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-116365298619510544</id><published>2006-11-15T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:37:06.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If it doesn't rain, it pours from the ceiling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/100_1062.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/320/100_1062.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;We woke to the sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;nd of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;running water in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; the ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;ement this morning to find the main water pipe had busted during the night.  We had it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;repaired (&lt;a href="http://yellowpages.superpages.com/profile%7EN_John+plumbing%7ET_catonsville%7ES_MD%7ESTYPE_S%7EL_Catonsville+MD%7EEG_1%7ERR_15%7ECID_99999999990%7ELID_BjnaABW9P%2FMCufWhHRteAA%3D%3D%7Elbp_1.htm"&gt;John's Plumbing&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Catonsville&lt;/st1:place&gt; was here by 8:00 a.m.!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Will definitely use them again!).  The insurance company sent us a fire/water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;restoration company, &lt;a href="http://www.allprorestoration.net/"&gt;AllPro&lt;/a&gt;.  They immediately ripped all the carpet up (it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;was only four years old) and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; cut the whole in the ceiling even larger to remove all of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; wet drywall and left us with two enormous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; dehumidifiers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/100_1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/320/100_1065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;and two large fans that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; have to run for the next three days.  Now I have to coordinate new carpet and repairs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Will we ever get this hous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; ready to put back on the market?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I swear this house does not want us to leave!  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;The day started on a stressful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; note but ended on a strange one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The grandfather wall clock hanging in our living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; hasn't worked in over a year.  It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/100_1064.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/320/100_1064.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; started running today, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; striking the hour for about five hours and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; then stopped again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Can anyone recommend a good exorcist?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-116365298619510544?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/116365298619510544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=116365298619510544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116365298619510544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116365298619510544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-it-doesnt-rain-it-pours-from.html' title='If it doesn&apos;t rain, it pours from the ceiling!'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-116268217189933894</id><published>2006-11-04T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:48:09.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fleas" by Ogden Nash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adam&lt;br /&gt;Had'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ogden Nash (although debatable) wrote the world's shortest couplet.  Today I amend his couplet to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teddie &amp; Boo&lt;br /&gt;Had'em, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our part-time pooches (affectionately known as "the Rodents") arrived yesterday to visit while my father-in-law is in Mexico.  This morning I found a flea.  You may think one flea is no biggy, right?  It is a biggy when you also have four long-haired indoor cats!  We were panic stricken!  So today we have given two dogs flea baths, washed anything we could fit in the washer, vacuumed and sprayed what we couldn't and have treated six animals with Frontline.  The interesting part is they were groomed at Petsmart on Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm . . . wonder where they got the fleas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-116268217189933894?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/116268217189933894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=116268217189933894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116268217189933894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116268217189933894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2006/11/fleas-by-ogden-nash.html' title='&quot;Fleas&quot; by Ogden Nash'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-116260039799664116</id><published>2006-10-31T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:34:06.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/100_1039.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/320/100_1039.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/100_1048.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/320/100_1048.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/100_1041.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/320/100_1041.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/100_1043.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/320/100_1043.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/100_1045.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/320/100_1045.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-116260039799664116?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/116260039799664116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=116260039799664116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116260039799664116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116260039799664116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween_31.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-116180990351550967</id><published>2006-10-25T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:03:27.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“What’s next?”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve been asked what I am planning on writing about next from quite a few people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is heart warming to know that people are reading my books and are waiting for the next one!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is what is on the drawing board:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Baltimore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; Neighborhoods in Vintage Postcards&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Images of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;: &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Howard&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;County&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The postcard book was my idea and my publisher liked it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found that in researching &lt;i style=""&gt;Catonsville&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Ellicott City&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; that many subjects are most often best represented in vintage dime-store postcards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Often the postcard is the &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; image to have survived.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The Howard Co. book was my editor’s idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She felt there was more of a story to tell beyond &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ellicott City&lt;/st1:place&gt; and I was the person to do it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for the confidence, Lauren!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Both books will most likely be released sometime after the second quarter of next year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Catonsville&lt;/st1:place&gt; has sold over 3,000 copies so far!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ellicott City&lt;/st1:place&gt; over 2,000 copies!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pretty good for books written by someone who has never lived in either venue!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for welcoming me and sharing your stories Catonsville and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ellicott City&lt;/st1:place&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-116180990351550967?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/116180990351550967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=116180990351550967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116180990351550967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116180990351550967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-next.html' title='“What’s next?”'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-116050171637170663</id><published>2006-08-07T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:00:51.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape May, NJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/100_0699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/320/100_0699.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to Cape May for the first time.  Why anyone would want to go to over-built tacky Ocean City when they can go to Cape May is beyond me.   It was so laid back.  No amusement piers or monolithic hotels.   No hoards of unsupervised teenagers.   Just beach, sun, and families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   It was also the boys' firs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t time seeing the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there was half the fun -- for everyone but me.   We took the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.capemaylewesferry.com/"&gt;Cape May-Lewes Ferry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; from Lewes, Delaware.   Have I mentioned I hate boats?   I was so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; relieved to get to the other side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were suppose to be staying in a rental I found on the Internet.   The woman said she had A/C.   We went by her house (probably a $2 million piece of real estate) and dropped our check off in her mailbox.   We went to the 2-br townhouse to discover, to our dismay, that the only A/C was a window unit in one bedroom!   John hates to be hot, so now what do we do?   I run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; back to the woman's lighthouse mailbox and retrieve our check while John got our stuff and kids out on the porch.   I "borrowed" the phonebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; from the rental and called around to find a vacancies and then we drove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;around to see if we liked the looks of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hotelmacomber.com/images/hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.hotelmacomber.com/images/hotel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; them.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned that Cape May has a historic district?!!   We ended up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;staying in a pretty little hotel called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.hotelmacomber.com/"&gt;Hotel Macomber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.   But was our A/C worries over?   No!   Apparently, the window unit in our room was on the fritz and we sweated all night!   So the next morning I moved us down the hall to another room with an air conditioner that would make a penguin happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0328589/trailers-screenplay-E18714-10-2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under the Tuscan Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a scene where the plumbing was reversed and steaming hot water was in the toilet.   Sandra Oh declared she didn't think it was a good thing "unless you want to give your ass a facial."   Well, Sandra, I had a real ass facial at the Hotel Macomber!   I was using the toilet when I couldn't figure out why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; my butt was getting warm and a little clammy.   Then it s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uddenly hit me -- steam from the toilet!   I touched the tank, and sure enough, it was hot!   I started laughing and John was at the door asking if I was okay.  I just said, "I'm getting a butt facial"!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/100_0714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/400/100_0714.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/100_0725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/320/100_0725.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew and Jared couldn't get enough of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ocean!   Jason, on the other hand, couldn't be far enough away!    He stayed at the blanket and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; played in a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; blow up pool we bought him.  Matthew and Jared got their exercise hauling water up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared had another first at the beach . . . He lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/100_0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/200/100_0712.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; his first tooth!   He was afraid the Tooth Fairy wouldn't find us in Cape May  so I had to hold his tooth until we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made two stops on the way home.   Our first stop was the &lt;a href="http://www.capemaymac.org/Lighthouse/this-week-in-cape-may-lighthouse.htm"&gt;Cape May Lighthouse&lt;/a&gt;.   It was a short visit.   The plan was to climb to the top of the lighthouse (100 steps).   We lasted about 10 minutes.   At the first landing, Jason decided he was afraid of the spiral staircase and Jared decided he was tired.   John and Matthew kept climbing.   They were about two landings from the top when Matthew decided he had to go to the bathroom...NOW!   So down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/100_0784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/200/100_0784.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they came and that was the end of our lighthouse visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second stop was in Margate, New Jersey to visit &lt;a href="http://www.lucytheelephant.com/"&gt;Lucy the Elephant&lt;/a&gt;.   Jared has had a long-time love affair with elephant.   I found Lucy mentioned in a travel guide so we made a detour.   Lucy is a 65 foot high wooden elephant built in 1881 to attract investors to the Jersey Shore.   The kids loved being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-116050171637170663?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/116050171637170663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=116050171637170663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116050171637170663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116050171637170663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2006/08/cape-may-nj.html' title='Cape May, NJ'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-116045486611328258</id><published>2006-06-26T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:34:26.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellicott City Released!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/Front%20Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/400/Front%20Cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second book is in a store near you! &lt;a href="http://www.ellicottcitybook.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Images of America: Ellicott City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; joins the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catonsville&lt;/span&gt; book in helping me become a footnote in history!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-116045486611328258?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/116045486611328258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=116045486611328258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116045486611328258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116045486611328258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2006/06/ellicott-city-released.html' title='Ellicott City Released!'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-116131170516444813</id><published>2006-04-15T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:35:05.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/100_0038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/320/100_0038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember the Pumpkin Patch?  Well, Butler's Orchard in Germantown applied the idea to Easter.  Yes, we went on an Easter hayride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-116131170516444813?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/116131170516444813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=116131170516444813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116131170516444813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/116131170516444813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-trip.html' title='Easter Trip'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-113307014795847090</id><published>2005-11-27T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T08:23:05.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoid the book "Wicked"</title><content type='html'>I love audible books.  I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/span&gt;.  I hated the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;. "Wicked" is only one word to describe this book . . . Other more appropriate words are heinous, terrible, awful and atrocious. Around the third disk I found myself fighting back the urge to scream "make it stop"! If you are a fan of "The Wizard of Oz" you will NOT be a fan of this book. From the incestuous sex of puppets to the constant insinuation that the Wicked Witch of the West was born a hermaphrodite you will be asking yourself "why?" Why did the author turn something so beautiful and magical into such a dark and ugly place? Maguire even goes as far as to make the Munchkins into lawless, over-sexed freaks. This was four hours of my life I will never get back but I guess it could have been worse.  I could have listened to all 20 hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-113307014795847090?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/113307014795847090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=113307014795847090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/113307014795847090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/113307014795847090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/11/avoid-book-wicked.html' title='Avoid the book &quot;Wicked&quot;'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112748647235057978</id><published>2005-09-23T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T21:19:20.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My newest great-niece has arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/Reece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/320/Reece.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="239391514-23092005"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REECE ALEXANDRA  WIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="239391514-23092005"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 23,  2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="239391514-23092005"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3:44  a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="239391514-23092005"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 lbs. 3  oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112748647235057978?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112748647235057978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112748647235057978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112748647235057978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112748647235057978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-newest-great-niece-has-arrived.html' title='My newest great-niece has arrived!'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112725729436480070</id><published>2005-09-20T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T19:01:34.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonnie Returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Hey everyone,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;    Just a little note to let everyone know that I have returned from LA.   I returned on Saturday at 7pm.  I received a service award from the Maryland  Army National Guard and a pin is to follow in the mail.  I resigned from the  MDDF upon my return.  I have taken a lot of pictures and hope to have them  developed this evening, I will share them with everyone when I have put together  a presentable package.  I would like to thank my friends and family for their  thoughts and prayers. I hope this finds everyone well.  God Bless the people of  the gulf coast, hope they can weather Rita.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Much Love, &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Bonnie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112725729436480070?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112725729436480070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112725729436480070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112725729436480070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112725729436480070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/09/bonnie-returns.html' title='Bonnie Returns'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112722763424739842</id><published>2005-09-20T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T10:48:41.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of my favorite things -- #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.30daygourmet.com/images/30_Day_Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.30daygourmet.com/images/30_Day_Logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is my answer to "What's for dinner?" I don't cook 30 days worth of meals at once. Usually about two weeks worth with doubling receipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start filling your freezer here: &lt;a href="http://www.30daygourmet.com/"&gt;www.30daygourmet.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112722763424739842?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112722763424739842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112722763424739842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112722763424739842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112722763424739842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/09/few-of-my-favorite-things-3.html' title='A few of my favorite things -- #3'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112716756053457020</id><published>2005-09-19T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T19:06:56.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Bush's position on Roe vs. Wade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="AOLMsgPart_2_eedb5ac4-b120-4037-b9a5-8ab4ab33fea5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span pt="" family="SANSSERIF" back="#ffffff" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He says he really doesn't care how people get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span pt="" family="SANSSERIF" back="#ffffff" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;New  Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;leans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- end of AOLMsgPart_2_eedb5ac4-b120-4037-b9a5-8ab4ab33fea5 --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112716756053457020?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112716756053457020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112716756053457020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112716756053457020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112716756053457020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-is-bushs-position-on-roe-vs-wade.html' title='What is Bush&apos;s position on Roe vs. Wade?'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112688629548801907</id><published>2005-09-16T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T11:58:15.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad and the ugly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The bad news:&lt;/u&gt;  I had to pick Matthew up from school early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The good news:&lt;/u&gt;  It was only Pink Eye!  I have to be the only parent &lt;i&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt; that their kid has Pink Eye (I told the school nurse my heart was in my throat when I saw that St. Mark's was on the caller ID).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly:&lt;/u&gt;  Today is school picture day!  He should look wonderful with a red, swollen, oozy eye and four teeth missing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112688629548801907?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112688629548801907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112688629548801907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112688629548801907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112688629548801907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The good, the bad and the ugly.'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112665970086796495</id><published>2005-09-13T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:19:06.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Waldo? . . . I mean Bonnie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/operation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/400/operation1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click on photo to see larger  .  .  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112665970086796495?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112665970086796495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112665970086796495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112665970086796495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112665970086796495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/09/wheres-waldo-i-mean-bonnie.html' title='Where&apos;s Waldo? . . . I mean Bonnie?'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112664025119074211</id><published>2005-09-11T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T15:37:31.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from Bonnie -- #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Verdana'; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt;"Hello everyone,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;     Greetings from Gretna, LA.  Thought everyone would like to know that  our 6 clinics in Jefferson Parrish has seen over 1000 patients since we set up  shop.  We are very proud of ourselves.  The Parrish President is overwhelmed  with the response we have gotten.  My clinic, at Lincoln Elementary, saw 83  people today.  We also sent 20 people home today, and received 20 people in  their place.  This morning we had a special service and a moment of silence in  observance of 9/11.  Then I had breakfast with the Mayor of Ocean City, MD - Jim  Mathias.  Please check out this picture,  &lt;a title="http://aacomccu.blogspot.com/" href="http://aacomccu.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://aacomccu.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; , it is  the original group of volunteers from Maryland for Operation Life Line.  Hope  this finds everyone well, take care.  Bonnie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112664025119074211?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112664025119074211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112664025119074211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112664025119074211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112664025119074211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/09/message-from-bonnie-3.html' title='Message from Bonnie -- #3'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112664042292207784</id><published>2005-09-09T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T15:40:22.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from Bonnie -- #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Verdana'; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt;"Hello everyone,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;    Just a little update, apparently I was confused and I was sworn in as a  Lieutenant in the Maryland Defense Force, not as a &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;Sargent&lt;/span&gt; First Class in the Maryland National Guard.  I also have  the option to stay in if I so desire.  Things are taking shape around here, I  feel like I'm a part of something very great.  I'm told that us "Marylanders"  are on the news.  I don't know, I don't have access to &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, except in the &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;AA Co&lt;/span&gt; mobile  command &amp; communications unit. We set up 6 clinics in Jefferson Parrish,  which is about 4 miles north of New Orleans, within 24 hours of arrival.  We  were all very impressed.  Operations are running more &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;smoothly&lt;/span&gt; now, I'm told by the military this is the first time  anything like this has ever happened and we are setting a &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;precedence&lt;/span&gt;.  My clinic is at Lincoln Elementary, we saw 61 people  today.  We are running a MASH unit at this school, very limited resources, no  electricity, we had fans today with the help of a generator (Thank God).  The  school is very poverty stricken and my group would like to sponsor it upon our  return to Maryland.  It's hard to believe I'm in the U.S., I can't believe that  there are children who attend  schools like this.  The library is very tiny and  &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;disheveled&lt;/span&gt;, very limited books and  supplies.  It makes me very sad, as most of you know my love for books.  Well,  so long for now.  Hope this finds everyone well.  Take Care, Bonnie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112664042292207784?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112664042292207784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112664042292207784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112664042292207784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112664042292207784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/09/message-from-bonnie-2.html' title='Message from Bonnie -- #2'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112623626723947640</id><published>2005-09-08T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T15:44:26.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from Bonnie -- #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Just wanted to let everyone know that I'm doing &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, hot and tired. The weather has a lot to be desired for. The conditions here well, for me they aren't bad at all. Although, I am told that we are in "austere" conditions. We are under Marshall Law, which means we have a &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;curfew&lt;/span&gt;  from sun down to dawn, and you are not to be any where where there is not a guy  in green military gear with an &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;m-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I  am very safe.  I am in an abandoned hospital &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;Meadowcrest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and the military has &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;commandeered&lt;/span&gt; the building.  There is a bunch of  people staying here, Doctors, Nurses, &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;Paramedics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fire Fighters and Police. We all seem to be having a good time. I feel like I am taking care of a lot of people, and boy did they need our help. What everyone is seeing on &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; isn't the half of it.  I have  computer access thanks to &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;AACo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  We all  appreciate the thoughts and prayers.  I am drinking more water than I have ever  done in my entire life, and eating &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;MRE's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, boy  do they have a lot to be desired for.  I'm told they are better than they used  to be. &lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;&lt;span class="correction" id=""&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well everyone take care, I will try to write again soon. The computers are a hot item here. Hope to see and talk to everyone on my return. I'm taking a lot of pictures, so I will have a lot to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Bon"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112623626723947640?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112623626723947640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112623626723947640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112623626723947640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112623626723947640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/09/message-from-bonnie-1.html' title='Message from Bonnie -- #1'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112623508696899819</id><published>2005-09-08T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:04:46.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonnie Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Bonnie has been on the move!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is no longer at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;West&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Jefferson&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Medical&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On Tuesday they moved to &lt;a href="http://www.meadowcresthosp.com"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Meadowcrest&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Hospital&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Tenet, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The hospital&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; was abandoned due to no electricity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The power is back up in that area so the Maryland National Guard Unit Bonnie is traveling with went in and cleaned the whole hospital, threw out all of the perishables, and flew the Maryland Flag from the hospital flag pole.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday she was part of a team that began setting up triage centers in all of the area schools as the residents are allowed to return to their homes . . . or what is left of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112623508696899819?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112623508696899819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112623508696899819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112623508696899819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112623508696899819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/09/bonnie-update.html' title='Bonnie Update'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112664383695732030</id><published>2005-09-08T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T16:39:09.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boingboing.net/bushvacation_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.boingboing.net/bushvacation_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="rss:item"&gt;And who said George Duh-ble U can't multi-task? Clearly he can vacation and take care of the good people of LA at the same time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112664383695732030?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112664383695732030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112664383695732030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112664383695732030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112664383695732030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/09/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the Day'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112601430716729770</id><published>2005-09-06T08:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:20:17.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero Bonnie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/Bonnie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/200/Bonnie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We have all looked at the television over the last week, watching the devastation in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, and said either to ourselves or out loud, “I wish there was something I could do.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My friend Bonnie is doing more than “wishing”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those of you who do not know her, Bonnie is an ER nurse at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Harbor&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Hospital&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last week she called the &lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org/"&gt;American Red Cross&lt;/a&gt;, who she is disaster certified as an emergency nurse through, and volunteered to go to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; to help.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At 7:15 p.m. Sunday night they took her up on her offer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They gave her 14 hours to pack up and be at Martin’s &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;State&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Airport&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; by 10:00 a.m. yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There she was inducted into the Maryland National Guard as a Sergeant First Class and had her vaccinations  updated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From Martin’s she flew out on a C-130 to Jefferson Parrish, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/st1:state&gt; which is a suburb just to the west of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New   Orleans&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Bonnie was told she will be working and sleeping at the &lt;a href="http://www.wjmc.org/"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;West&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Jefferson&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Medical&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Marrero&lt;/st1:place&gt; for at least two weeks but was instructed to pack for three.  She will not be paid for her time but &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Harbor&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Hospital&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; has given her indefinite leave and her job will be waiting for her when she gets home.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/1600/Bonnie1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6920/1200/200/Bonnie1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;I haven’t spoken to her husband Brian since yesterday so I don’t know if he has heard from her since she left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please keep Bonnie in your thoughts and prayers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll post updates as I get them so stay tune. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;To Bonnie:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bon, please be careful!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are very proud of you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We love you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112601430716729770?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112601430716729770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112601430716729770' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112601430716729770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112601430716729770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/09/hero-bonnie.html' title='Hero Bonnie'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112370008522857746</id><published>2005-08-10T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T14:54:45.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of my favorite things -- #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freecycle.org/images/logo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.freecycle.org/images/logo3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; FreeCycling! Check it out at:  &lt;a href="http://www.freecycling.org"&gt;www.freecycling.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112370008522857746?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112370008522857746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112370008522857746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112370008522857746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112370008522857746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/08/few-of-my-favorite-things-2.html' title='A few of my favorite things -- #2'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112317614196727881</id><published>2005-08-04T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T10:09:10.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of my favorite things -- #1</title><content type='html'>My friend Ada accuses me of being a "gadget freak", and she's right! I like anything that makes my life easier (or at least I perceive as being easier). I think I will start listing them as I think of them (Oprah's not the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;one who can share her favorites with the world). Here is the first thing I can't live without . . . My LightWedge! I can read in bed and not disturb John. The many nights I wake up in the middle of the night and can't sleep, I can sit on the couch and not light the whole place up. I even used it one time during a power failure to read to the kids. If you love to read, this is a must have gadget. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.lightwedge.net/"&gt;www.lightwedge.net&lt;/a&gt; to get your own. They also carry them in Barnes &amp; Noble and the Discovery Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lightwedge.net/img/photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.lightwedge.net/img/photos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112317614196727881?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112317614196727881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112317614196727881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112317614196727881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112317614196727881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/08/few-of-my-favorite-things-1.html' title='A few of my favorite things -- #1'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112182452502988001</id><published>2005-07-19T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:56:44.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth in advertising</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.himprints.com/Fourbucks-coffee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.himprints.com/Fourbucks-coffee.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.himprints.com/Fourbucks-coffee.gif"&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/13589347-112182452502988001?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112182452502988001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112182452502988001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112182452502988001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112182452502988001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/07/truth-in-advertising.html' title='Truth in advertising'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112084558909766872</id><published>2005-07-08T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T14:35:49.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Hunky Cookie Addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s87418644.onlinehome.us/marshawightwise/Gary%207-7-05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://s87418644.onlinehome.us/marshawightwise/Gary%207-7-05.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think I may now officially qualify as a “&lt;a href="http://www.garygulman.com/"&gt;Gary Gulman&lt;/a&gt; Groupie.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Does attending his two shows in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, taking him cookies both times, and having my picture taken with him qualify me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s87418644.onlinehome.us/marshawightwise/Gary%20and%20Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://s87418644.onlinehome.us/marshawightwise/Gary%20and%20Me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For those of you who live under a rock, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is a &lt;i style=""&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; funny comedian. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;John and I discovered him summer before last when he appeared on “Last Comic Standing.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why he didn’t win, I have no idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not like I didn’t try stuffing the ballot box every week!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Besides being a gifted comedic writer, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is also probably one of the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;handsome, gorgeous, adorable guys over six-feet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tall I have ever seen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My husband, of course, holds the under six-foot title (&lt;i style=""&gt;Damn! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I should I apply for a job as a UN diplomat&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LCS is the only reality show I have ever watched.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just don’t understand people who watch “Survivor” or “Fear Factor.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I am not a voyeur or need to live vicariously through others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least with LCS I got to laugh every week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bergercookies.com/images/cookiepak.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.bergercookies.com/images/cookiepak.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Since &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is the ultimate “Cookie Monster” I took him a box of &lt;a href="http://www.bergercookies.com/"&gt;Berger Cookies&lt;/a&gt;, being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e Balmer delicacy they are (in December I took him a box of homemade cookies).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to eat them slowly as they were an $81 box of cookies!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A funny thing happened on the way to the Improv last night . . . While I was in the Giant buying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; cookies John was on the receiving end of a $77 ticket because he was stopped in front of the grocery store!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;John told the officer that he was picking up his wife and besides, he wasn’t stopped he was standing, the cop said “you aren’t moving” and promptly wrote him a ticket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was in the car and ready to go before he finished writing the ticket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a jerk!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Feel free to substitute “jerk” with a stronger word.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My nine-year-old Niece Jenna reads this and I need to keep it G rated!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s87418644.onlinehome.us/marshawightwise/CD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://s87418644.onlinehome.us/marshawightwise/CD.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; has just released a &lt;a href="http://www.garygulman.com/Flash/Pop-UpFlashBACK.html"&gt;CD&lt;/a&gt; (here's my autographed copy).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you aren’t familiar with him get a copy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You won’t look at cookies, grapefruits or walruses the same way again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you catch &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s act and he goes into his Nazis-serve-a-purpose shtick, he got the “Sound of Music” reference from yours truly! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112084558909766872?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112084558909766872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112084558909766872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112084558909766872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112084558909766872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-favorite-hunky-cookie-addict.html' title='My Favorite Hunky Cookie Addict'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112075093665072002</id><published>2005-07-07T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:10:39.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brimfield or Bust? BUST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tickets.newportmansions.org/admin/thumbs/breakerssm_tmb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://tickets.newportmansions.org/admin/thumbs/breakerssm_tmb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beth left without me this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I decided that it wouldn’t be very fun to go to a crowded town (she said the traffic just getting in and out of &lt;a href="http://www.brimfield.com/"&gt;Brimfield &lt;/a&gt;was brutal) and look at antiques I couldn’t afford. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I haven’t given up on a getaway for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think maybe in the fall a trip to &lt;a href="http://www.newportmansions.org/"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Newport&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would be in order?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My idea of Disneyland is spending the day drifting through the “cottages” of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Newport&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;RI&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.biltmore.com/explore/house/images/house_mainpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.biltmore.com/explore/house/images/house_mainpic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year when we were on vacation we visited the &lt;a href="http://www.biltmore.com/index.html"&gt;Biltmore &lt;/a&gt;in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ashville&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;N&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;C&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Surprisingly Matthew even liked it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next day my darling hubby stayed back with the kids and let me go to the Biltmore and really explore by myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was able to take the Rooftop and Behind the Scenes Tours that wouldn’t have been possible with the kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a wonderfully relaxing day that recharged my batteries for months after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112075093665072002?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112075093665072002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112075093665072002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112075093665072002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112075093665072002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/07/brimfield-or-bust-bust.html' title='Brimfield or Bust? BUST!'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112059041663947575</id><published>2005-07-05T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T14:46:34.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you get blood stains out of the carpet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d924b3127cce92cc32f74cbe00000015108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d924b3127cce92cc32f74cbe00000015108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I didn’t know a forehead could bleed that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d924b3127cce92cc32f74cbe00000015108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My day started with Jared screaming up the basement steps, “I’m bleeding!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With Matthew close behind screaming, “I’m sorry, Jared!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hit the top of the steps to see Jared’s face completely covered in blood and dripping down his legs and feet!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Once I got him in the kitchen and cleaned off I saw the source – a 3/4 inch gash in his forehead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was wide enough that I knew a butterfly bandage wasn’t going to be the answer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the midst of all this, John calls home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told him what was up and he headed out the door from work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There was a fight over the Xbox and Matthew threw a talking farm toy of Jason’s at Jared.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bull’s-eye!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Our pediatrician is about 40 minutes away, so I opted for the Patient First clinic about ten minutes away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the way there Jared threw-up all over himself and the backseat of John’s Outback.&lt;span style=""&gt;  He &lt;/span&gt;had swallowed some of the blood when he was crying and it ran down his face and into his mouth (Jared can’t cry without opening his mouth to the point of almost unhinging for full volume effect).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The doctor papoosed him in a blanket, I laid across him, and a nurse held his head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doctor numbed his forehead and put in three stitches.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He fought, but I think that was only because they had his face covered with just a hole cut in it for the area she was working on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I brought him home and gave him a shower since he smelled like puke and blood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is now watching the “The Incredibles”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Matthew, on the other hand, is in his room contemplating life without Xbox.&lt;span style=""&gt;  He &lt;/span&gt;volunteered his own punishment -- He said that he will go without Xbox until Jared’s head is better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was only going to go for the six days until the stitches come out!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now I need to get the blood out of the carpet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It looks like a crime scene!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Never a dull moment . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112059041663947575?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112059041663947575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112059041663947575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112059041663947575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112059041663947575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-do-you-get-blood-stains-out-of.html' title='How do you get blood stains out of the carpet?'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112045637111801147</id><published>2005-07-03T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:11:02.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three years ago today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d922b3127cce92db49a6be1300000015108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d922b3127cce92db49a6be1300000015108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d922b3127cce92db49f0be4500000016108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d922b3127cce92db49f0be4500000016108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Three years ago today I walked in the front door of our house for the first time. One look at the staircase and window and I knew I was home!&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/13589347-112045637111801147?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112045637111801147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112045637111801147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112045637111801147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112045637111801147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/07/three-years-ago-today.html' title='Three years ago today'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112045307557535578</id><published>2005-06-25T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:58:50.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Jail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00014PLAY.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00014PLAY.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went on a consignment store crawl looking for a toddler bed for Jason.  We decided not to buy him a big boy's bed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this crib tent for $15!  We just zip him in.  My peace of mind has been restored . . . for now!&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/13589347-112045307557535578?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112045307557535578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112045307557535578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112045307557535578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112045307557535578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/06/baby-jail.html' title='Baby Jail'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112045261623104941</id><published>2005-06-24T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:49:06.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babies are Growing Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had two milestones today . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew lost his second front tooth!  He is now has a huge gap where his front teeth should be!  He looks so grown-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Jason down for a nap. I heard him fussing in his room. He evidentally wasn't ready for a nap. The next thing I know, the crying seemed to get louder . . . he was coming down the steps! He had climbed out and must have hurt his knee because he was pointing to it. I am not ready for him to go into a big boy's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew and Jared never climbed out. I guess that is because they were "evicted" before they were big enough because someone new was coming to take their place in the crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason has already been climbing out of the playpen.  I have no where to contain him.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112045261623104941?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112045261623104941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112045261623104941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112045261623104941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112045261623104941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-babies-are-growing-up.html' title='My Babies are Growing Up!'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112044887787018648</id><published>2005-06-19T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:17:04.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was John's 8th Father's Day.  The boys gave him cards, a big cookie (Jason called it a "bird-day cake") and a gift certificate for the GQ treatment at a dayspa.  He said he had never had a professional massage, so now he can have an hour's massage, a man's facial, and a man's pedicure and manicure.  Do I take care of my man or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had seen that there was going to be a BBQ Show and thought John would enjoy it.  He is always looking for good steak sauces, BBQ sauces, etc. and I thought this would be a good place to find and sample some . . . Wrong!  It was just a BBQ competition.  The only BBQ you could eat was produced by a McCaterer in mass quantities with Sysco BBQ sauce.  YAWN!  Oh, well, I tried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to "pimp my ride" there.  I bought window decals of Tinkerbell, Mickey and Goofy so that I can find my gray minivan among all the other gray minivans in the parking lot at school!&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/13589347-112044887787018648?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112044887787018648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112044887787018648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112044887787018648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112044887787018648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112044585653780726</id><published>2005-06-18T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T19:12:57.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Today I spent a wonderful day with my first cousin, once removed, Dorothy French Todd. She is 91 years young and we had not met until today. I also had the pleasure of meeting her son Bob and his wife Kristine. Dorothy is my oldest living Wight relative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Dorothy shared stories with me I had never heard. Especially about my grandmother who died in 1928 when my father was two years old. Dorothy told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; that, as a child, she remembered Sunday dinners my grandmother, Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Roberta "Bert" Kriener Wight, cooked. She especially remembered her fried chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; home made egg noodles and bread, and that she was quite a cook. My grandmother had long blonde hair that she braided every morning and wrapped around and around her head. Dorothy remembers my grandmother sitting at her vanity and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; letting her brush her hair. She also said my grandmother had a slight accent. Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; she had been born in Germany?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Great-Aunt Raey has an interesting story. I found out that the Wights weren't always Catholic as I had thought. Aunt Raey had converted to Catholisim and then proceeded to convert the rest of the family. When Dorothy found out that I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; converted when I was 26 she said, "Aunt Raey is still at work!"  Aunt Raey was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; devote Catholic and probably would have become a nun but her family didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; approve. Dorothy remembers that after Raey died there were people from St. Paul's church who wanted to nominate her for sainthood. That is certainly a story I plan to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; investigate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the photos I scanned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d922b3127cce92da54ed5fb200000025108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d922b3127cce92da54ed5fb200000025108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(left to right) Oliver J. Wight (great-grandfather), Birkie, Edna, Raey&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d922b3127cce92da55e69e1100000025108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d922b3127cce92da55e69e1100000025108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is my grandfather Joseph Earl Wight, Sr. in his WWI uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d922b3127cce92da554f1f8800000025108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d922b3127cce92da554f1f8800000025108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Uncle Birkie is on the left.  He went downtown after the Great Fire of 1904.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d922b3127cce92da57139ee500000025108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d922b3127cce92da57139ee500000025108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My Great Great-Grandfather Oliver Birkhead Wight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;To see the rest of the photos go to my &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/share/view?i=EeDM2jhq1ZMP6&amp;open=1&amp;amp;x=1&amp;sm=1&amp;amp;sl=1"&gt;Shutterfly album&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We plan to get together again very soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112044585653780726?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112044585653780726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112044585653780726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112044585653780726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112044585653780726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/06/family-history.html' title='Family History'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112028446173687592</id><published>2005-06-14T01:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T08:45:28.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pat, Elbows &amp; Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mother called to tell me my sister was warming a bed in Harbor Hospital.  For a week Pat and Mom had been sick and Wendy had pnumonia.  I was staying away from them!  Pat ended up at the doctor, and he didn't like the sound in her chest.  She had been in the hospital since the day before, and was hoping to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I were on our way to my father-in-law's to pick up his "babies" -- an adorable, lovable Yorkie named Teddy and a bug-eyed rodent Chihuahua named Boo.  When I went to put Jason into the van, he decided to go limp (because he didn't want to get in the van), and I ended up dislocating his elbow.  Now before you go calling Social Services, this is a common thing for children his age, as is often referred to as "Nursemaids Elbow."  Matthew had done it too at the same age.  This wasn't Jason's first time either dislocating something.  He had dislocated his wrist before, and John was able to get it back in place.  I took Jason to John's work and he came out and tried to get his wrist back in, but it didn't work this time.  We ended up at the pediatrician's office, where he diagnosed it as a dislocated elbow (which would explain why John couldn't re-set it).  We finally got to my FIL's and came home with the dogs -- four hours after we had started out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a dull moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112028446173687592?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112028446173687592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112028446173687592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112028446173687592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112028446173687592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/06/pat-elbows-dogs.html' title='Pat, Elbows &amp; Dogs'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112028356337483159</id><published>2005-06-10T01:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:48:04.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Newest Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Post cards. Vintage post cards. I came to appreciate them when I was writing the Catonsville book. I am now selling my Longaberger baskets on eBay so I can buy post cards. But heck, you can find post cards for $1 - 5 for the most part so those over-priced baskets should put me in the black for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.memorylanepostcards.org/pages/images/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.memorylanepostcards.org/pages/images/shop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Today I visited a local post card dealer in Westminster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Memory Lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memorylanepostcards.org/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  Po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;stcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memorylanepostcards.org/"&gt;s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memorylanepostcards.org/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; in the garage of a really nice lady named Shirley Cox. As you can see she has a few postcards! She gave me an education on collecting and for this I am very thankful. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks Shirley!  I'll be back soon!&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/13589347-112028356337483159?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112028356337483159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112028356337483159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112028356337483159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112028356337483159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-newest-obsession.html' title='My Newest Obsession'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112028283896252715</id><published>2005-06-09T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T01:40:56.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day - 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We didn't know where we were until morning -- Creedmoor, NC. Jason threw up at the complimentary breakfast. I think that return of groceries was due to the fact that he was empty. We cleaned out the van the best we could and headed home again. By lunch Jason had a fever but I had come prepared and gave him some Motrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home around 3:00 p.m. We weren't home 20 minutes when here come Zack. He was very happy to receive his cat-sitting gifts and went right home to put the shirt on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going on vacation with those children again until they are old enough to take a turn at driving!&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/13589347-112028283896252715?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112028283896252715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112028283896252715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112028283896252715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112028283896252715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/06/vacation-day-8.html' title='Vacation Day - 8'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112028216700534311</id><published>2005-06-08T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T13:51:16.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day - 7 -- Heading home two days early.lunchett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cabbagepatchkids.com/pages/blgh_tour/tour_images/02_The-Stork-Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cabbagepatchkids.com/pages/blgh_tour/tour_images/02_The-Stork-Sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We began heading north. I planned to drive all day and night and not lay over. Before leaving Villa Rica I wanted to follow the signs to "&lt;a href="http://www.villarica.org/"&gt;Historic Villa Rica&lt;/a&gt;". It was a main street with a lot of antique shops. No place to take children. We ate in the luncheonette and headed out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had picked up a brochure for the &lt;a href="http://www.cabbagepatchkids.com/home.htm"&gt;Babyland General&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cabbagepatchkids.com/home.htm"&gt; Hospital &lt;/a&gt;-- Birthplace of Cabbage Patch Dolls.  It was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; cute place.  We even say a Cabbage Patch baby born!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927f0cf17bae00000016108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927f0cf17bae00000016108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927f1dd53b1a00000016108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927f1dd53b1a00000016108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927f1036fa5700000015108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927f1036fa5700000015108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927f16ebfa8900000016108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927f16ebfa8900000016108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There weren't many boy dolls there but we did adopt "Alphonso Parker".  Jared talked to him all the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927f179a3b5000000056108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927f179a3b5000000056108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least one thing went as planned -- we visited Big Zack's Fireworks in Anderson, SC. I bought Zack a T-Shirt and some fireworks. We bought some sparklers for the kids for the Fourth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We separated Matthew and Jared's carseats. That helped reduced the Scream Fest. Jason sat in the back with Matthew and Jared sat in Jason's spot. Of course Jason, finds everything Matthew does funny and Matthew likes an audience so we had a lot of giggling. Jason shrieks even when he's happy so I just can't win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the North/South Carolina border, we gave up on the thought of driving straight through.  At about 11:00 p.m, Jason started crying and we couldn't figure out why. He had been asleep.  At 11:30 p.m., he promptly threw up everything he had eaten that day! We pulled into a rest stop and John was trying to get him out of his carseat when, you guessed it, he threw up all over John! We cleaned up the best we could with baby wipes and Clorox Wipes. We drove until we could find a hotel and checked into a Holiday Inn Express.&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/13589347-112028216700534311?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112028216700534311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112028216700534311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112028216700534311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112028216700534311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/06/vacation-day-7-heading-home-two-days.html' title='Vacation Day - 7 -- Heading home two days early.lunchett'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112027970968973625</id><published>2005-06-07T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:12:27.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day - 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sixflags.com/images/top_nav_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sixflags.com/images/top_nav_logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told the kids in the morning that we were going to &lt;a href="http://www.sixflags.com/parks/aadventures/Rides/index.html"&gt;Six Flags Atlanta&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; it was only because Daddy deserved it, not them. And when we got there we were going to do what Daddy wanted to do first. They readily agreed. What did they care, they were getting to go to Six Flags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no one there so we didn't have to stand in line. The kids rode some rides twice. Jason loved his first time on rides! He would scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; everytime we had to take him off of something.  Matthew wanted to get o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n rides that were on the other side of the park and not the ones we were standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in front of. We told him that he had to ride the closer ones first or he wasn't going to get to ride the ones "over there" that he wanted. He eventually got it. All in all it was not a bad day, except for the fact that Six Flags was more expensive than any amusement park (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;including Disneyworld) we had ever been to. There were some rides that you had to pay extra to ride and a soda was $3.00 ($8 if you got a sports cup!). Here are some of the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fe002fa1b00000016108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fe002fa1b00000016108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fd5a53b0e00000016108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fd5a53b0e00000016108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927febabba2f00000016108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927febabba2f00000016108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927ffc24fa3300000016108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927ffc24fa3300000016108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112027970968973625?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112027970968973625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112027970968973625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112027970968973625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112027970968973625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/06/vacation-day-6.html' title='Vacation Day - 6'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112027574386106129</id><published>2005-06-06T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:16:45.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day - 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Today was the day we do something Mommy will enjoy -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone with the Wind &lt;/span&gt;stuff. There isn't much in Atlanta. You have to head to Jonesboro where Tara was located (Margaret Mitchell's grandparents house, which she based Tara on was torn down and located in Jonesboro). Still, there isn't much of Hollywood's Tara in Jonesboro because they based it on the ornate houses of Charlestown and not the modest farm house that Mitchell wrote about. We went to the &lt;a href="http://www.visitscarlett.com/PressReleases/RoadToTaraMuseum.htm"&gt;Road to Tara Museum&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fd9733bde00000016108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fd9733bde00000016108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It was a short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; visit... Jared decided it was boring and proceeded to bang his head against all of the glass displa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;y cases. I took this photo so I can show it to his future girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum offered a driving tour map of Jonesboro's historic houses and buildings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We got everyone into the van and started following the map.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Here is Margaret Mitchell's playhouse that had been moved behind the local funeral parlor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fde2dfa2b00000016108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fde2dfa2b00000016108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The highlight of the funeral parlor wasn't the playhouse, it was the window display of antique morticians tools and hearse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to about the sixth location on the map of 24 highlights when the screaming festival began in the backseat. They were threatened with not going to Six Flags -- but they continued to scream and fight. John told them he was going to swat them -- yet they continued. This was the moment, ladies and gentlemen, that I declared our vacation over! It had became painfully clear that a large part of the last five days had been spent listening to screaming, refereeing and putting up with difficult children. For this we drove over 600 miles and were spending $100 a day on food and attractions? I told John just to take us back to the townhouse I was packing. That's when John got unusually quiet . . . I had to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He too really wanted to go to Six Flags. He made a good argument -- he worked all year and didn't get to spend one day in an amusement park (which is loves doing) because of the Brat Pack. He was right, he deserved at least that much. So we agreed to go to Six Flags the next day and then head home the day after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112027574386106129?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112027574386106129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112027574386106129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112027574386106129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112027574386106129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/06/vacation-day-5.html' title='Vacation Day - 5'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-112009787795867189</id><published>2005-06-05T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:10:57.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation - Day  4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fcd90ba0700000016108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fcd90ba0700000016108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Our townhouse was on Lake Tara. Jason enjoyed our daily visitors -- a flock of geese and a pair of ducks. Whenever they showed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;up he would start yelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt; "Quack-Quacks!" We bought a couple of loaves of bread and let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt; the kids feed them. The duck couple would wait for the geese to leave to come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fccfd7bc200000016108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fccfd7bc200000016108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;We visited &lt;a href="http://www.fernbank.edu/museum/homepage.html"&gt;Fernbank Museum&lt;/a&gt; in Atlanta. I h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;ad read about its large dinosaur bone collection and knew the boys would like it. What I didn't know was that Fernbank had just began a new exhibit -- &lt;a href="http://www.fernbank.edu/museum/Grossology/grossology.html"&gt;Grossology -- the Impolite Science of the Human&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fernbank.edu/museum/Grossology/grossology.html"&gt; Body!&lt;/a&gt; Instead of spending the majority of our time there having an educational afternoon learning about dinosaurs, we learned about why we burp and fart! Why and how our bodies make snot and poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fa1ceba6f00000046108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fa1ceba6f00000046108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Matthew and Jared were in little boy heaven. They got to use "bathroom words" in public and I couldn't complain! Here they are coming out of the intestine maze. Yes, your memory of Anatomy 101 is correct, they are exiting the rectum. I especially liked the brown mat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fbf89ba2700000016108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fbf89ba2700000016108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;John captioned this photo, "Little Shits"!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift shop even got in on the gross thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fb729ba8300000016108GZtHDVqyg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927fb729ba8300000016108GZtHDVqyg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-112009787795867189?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/112009787795867189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=112009787795867189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112009787795867189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/112009787795867189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/06/vacation-day-4.html' title='Vacation - Day  4'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-111895352759961189</id><published>2005-06-04T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:25:05.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We were in the south, in deed! We ate breakfast at the Waffle House, served to us by an over made-up blonde named Alice. Both Jason and Jared gagged on the grits! After that we hit the Wal-Mart SuperCenter and stocked up on some groceries for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon we visited the &lt;a href="http://www.woccatlanta.com/"&gt;Coca-Cola Museum&lt;/a&gt; in Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;img style="width: 398px; height: 595px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927f99613bec00000036108GZtHDVqyg" /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Matthew, Jason, Jared and John entering the World of Coca-Cola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927f97ffba4500000016108GZtHDVqyg" /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now that's a bear hug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d832b3127cce927f91513bd800000016108GZtHDVqyg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Jared was less than cooperative...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jared was mad because he didn't get to the above cut-out before Matthew. He whined the rest of the way through the museum. Even when we were sampling the 31 different flavors of Coke products from around the world. The orange-flavored Coke from Germany (Mezzo Mix) was really good. The bitter flavored stuff from Italy was vile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at what had to have been the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt; Pizza Hut on the way home. I complained that I didn't think it was appropriate for the movie "The Matrix" to be on the TV and the three employees that responded to my request could not figure out how to change the channel . . . I took matters in to my own hands, being the Cyber Muffin that I am . . . I pushed the "off" button. John had to request Sweet 'n Low three times for his ice tea before he got it. After adding the sugar to his tea he promptly knocked the item glass of tea into my lap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That was not the place to be covered in stickiness because it was about that same moment that Matthew noticed the army of ants climbing up the wall next to him. Our waitress disappeared . . . John never got a re-fill on his tea and I had to go looking for a box to take our pizza and get out of there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our townhouse had the world's largest Jacuzzi bathtub! John and all three kids got in and there was room for about three more people! After they were all in bed I filled the tub/swimming pool up, plug into my MP3 player, grabbed a Bartles &amp; Jaymes (you have to love a Wal-Mart where you can get cookies, tires, and alcohol all under the same roof), and soaked the iced tea away! Ahhhhhhh..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Three days of vacation down, seven more to (survive) go . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-111895352759961189?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/111895352759961189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=111895352759961189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/111895352759961189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/111895352759961189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/06/vacation-day-3.html' title='Vacation - Day 3'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-111886943452270400</id><published>2005-06-03T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T02:42:00.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The kids were up bright and early.  No worse for wear from only having had five hours of sleep!  As for their parents . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed a shower with really good pressure and then fueled up at the complimentary breakfast the hotel offered. There was a group of over-the-hill baseball players in the breakfast room with us (we were very close to Durham and I am guessing that the men's' favorite movie was "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094812/"&gt;Bull Durham&lt;/a&gt;"?). Jason kept looking at them and clapping and yelling "yeah". I am guessing he saw a baseball game somewhere and was repeating what he saw when he seen their uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the road again at 10:30 a.m. . . After we crossed over the South Carolina border we start seeing billboards for "Big Zack's Fireworks." My "oldest son" Zack's last words were, "bring me home some fireworks!" He was home house/cat sitting for us. We made a mental note to stop on our way home and bring him something back with the name on it at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at a restaurant for lunch called the Roadhouse. We were hoping with some food in their stomachs the Scream Machine (aka our children) would nap. Jason napped for about 40 mins. He probably would have slept longer if his brothers weren't fighting and screaming a foot from his head! Not to be left out of the high jinx, John felt the need to yell, "Shut Up!" every two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Villa Rica at 7:00 p.m. It was deja vu all over again! The place we were staying in looked exactly like the place we stayed in last summer in Lake Lure, NC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks again, Dad, for giving us a week&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We had dinner at the &lt;a href="http://www.bobsmansion.com/newmansion.html"&gt;Maple Street Mansion&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.visitcarrollton.com/"&gt;Carrollton&lt;/a&gt;, GA.  An old Victorian mansion.  It finally started to feel like vacation for me -- I was in an old building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 444px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.bobsmansion.com/mansionpix/thumspage/newmansion650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason, evidently had had his share of sitting for the day and refused to sit in the high chair. John and I took turns walking him around the restaurant so we (and the people around us) could eat in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bedtime, Jason went right to sleep. Matthew and Jared weren't so easy. They was a TV in their room. They asked if they could watch TV until they fell asleep. We agreed. It didn't take them long to be jumping from bed to bed so that was the end of TV time. Sometime around five in the morning I went in to check on them and the TV was on and they were asleep. Lord only knows what time they turned it on!&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/13589347-111886943452270400?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/111886943452270400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=111886943452270400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/111886943452270400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/111886943452270400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/06/vacation-day-2.html' title='Vacation - Day 2'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13589347.post-111849588264707562</id><published>2005-06-02T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:28:07.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We left for vacation late (at 1 p.m. instead of 9 a.m.) because the legal department at Arcadia Publishing had their panties in a wad over the last photo in my Catonsville book. It was an Associated Press photo from 1935 that was stamped on the back "If photo used give credit to API". Me, wanting to doing everything by the book, did the right thing and gave API credit. Arcadia said I had to get permission from API in writing. After several phone calls, emails and faxes to New York API said they would gladly let me use the photo -- for $175! And what was this awsome photo of? An osprey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 253px; height: 378px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d834b3127cce9263aa0ea98d00000016108GZtHDVqyg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yes, a stupid bird that made her nest on a telephone pole in Catonsville in 1935. Since I had not paid for the use of a single photo I wasn't going to start. So I went through the 175 photos I didn't use in the book (can we say "sequel"?) and selected another photo and wrote a caption for it. Now all I had to do was to email it to the publisher, right? Wrong! My email provider didn't want to let me send a file that large. Just zip it and send it, right? You're 0-2 now. Even zipped it was too big. Finally I just made the photo smaller and got on with my life and our vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We stopped at Appleby's for lunch where they promptly served me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; undercooked salmon. By the time I got a piece of fish I could eat, the kids were done and ready to go. John took them out to the car while I wolfed down my food and paid the bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I packed the car well to keep the kids entertained -- DVD player, Video Now, View Master, Game Boy, Leap Pad, Etch-a-Sketch, maze books, board books for Jason, crayons and coloring books, sticker books -- everything a bored child could want. These things held them through dinner, about 25% of the way to Villa Rica, GA. That's when Matthew and Jared found tormenting each other the greatest form of entertainment. Jason wanted whatever he couldn't reach and shrieked for it until someone handed it to him. He had a pacifier strapped to his carseat but wanted the one on the floor . . . and here, ladies and gentlemen, is where the tone for the rest of our vacation was set -- we just didn't know it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We reached Burlington, NC around 11:30 p.m. and stayed at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.countryinns.com/"&gt;Country Suites&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; where I had made reservations in advance. It was exactly half way to our final destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;How did I know Burlington, NC was the half-way mark?  Because John purchased a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.delorme.com/earthmatelt20/"&gt;GPS device  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and software for the laptop computer (and a power inverter for the car). He spent the whole time on the way down with the laptop in his lap while I drove. I alternated listening to "Microsoft Mary" tell me, in her monotone voice, when to turn and John telling me how many unsecured wireless networks were in the area that the laptop was picking up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Matthew and Jared wouldn't settle down so we had to separate them. I slept with Matthew, he slept with Jared. Jason didn't like his crib at the hotel and didn't go to sleep until after 1:00 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;One day of vacation down, nine to go . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13589347-111849588264707562?l=wises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/feeds/111849588264707562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13589347&amp;postID=111849588264707562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/111849588264707562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13589347/posts/default/111849588264707562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wises.blogspot.com/2005/06/vacation-day-1.html' title='Vacation - Day 1'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487612119025863513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULdDukofbwU/STC-c-VUMWI/AAAAAAAACdY/N-MqE0QWV6M/S220/mww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
