<?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-24620880</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:22:21.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DEN OF INIQUITY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>263</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-1820568303647472965</id><published>2008-07-15T22:16:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:51:08.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie Has Gone On Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/SH1bEjTU3KI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GysGl550iVg/s1600-h/BigPondLogo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223431276573547682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/SH1bEjTU3KI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GysGl550iVg/s320/BigPondLogo.JPG" 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:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GOD'S COUNTRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/SH1aonHkAfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/k-hTQJQSWrw/s1600-h/black-brook-beach_2703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223430796561613298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/SH1aonHkAfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/k-hTQJQSWrw/s320/black-brook-beach_2703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;TWO MINUTES FROM MY HOME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm going on holiday tomorrow folks, I guess you know where from my pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm very excited, as I've been housebound for the past couple of months. Rosey is going also which is even more wonderful. I'll "talk" to you all later when I get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;In the meantime, be good to yourself, and I will be thinking of you all while I'm away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Love Maggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&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/24620880-1820568303647472965?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1820568303647472965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=1820568303647472965&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1820568303647472965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1820568303647472965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2008/07/maggie-has-gone-on-vacation.html' title='Maggie Has Gone On Vacation'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/SH1bEjTU3KI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GysGl550iVg/s72-c/BigPondLogo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-1174224299176038172</id><published>2008-07-14T17:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:45:12.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Opinion??</title><content type='html'>Mr. Gay Europe 2008&lt;br /&gt;Posted: 07/11/08 4:09PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Gay Europe" is a beauty contest with participants from twenty nations competing for the title of the most attractive gay man of the continent. Find out who wore home the crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Winner is.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain's Antonio Pedro Almijez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/SHvDnJG2w6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/WVG5zljwIYg/s1600-h/gay-europe-winner-453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222983270093210530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/SHvDnJG2w6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/WVG5zljwIYg/s320/gay-europe-winner-453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;I don't know about you but I've seen a lot cuter guys than him.&lt;br /&gt;He must have a hot body that we haven't been privy too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuál es la creteria para este concurso?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-1174224299176038172?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1174224299176038172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=1174224299176038172&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1174224299176038172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1174224299176038172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-your-opinion.html' title='What&apos;s Your Opinion??'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/SHvDnJG2w6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/WVG5zljwIYg/s72-c/gay-europe-winner-453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3557004674442100975</id><published>2008-07-12T18:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:48:58.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemuel Got Me Thinking</title><content type='html'>To some it is The Lakeview House, but to me it is my grandparents house where I had some of most wonderful memories. When I was so cold from toboganning or ice skating, or just cold from the walk to school. My grandmother would take off our wet clothes and hang them on the stove oven to dry out. This was when she would bake us molasses cookies, help her dye her hair to a magnificent blue. Roll her makings(cigarettes) for her at the tender age of eight. Watch as she put on her make-up by her bed.(that was when rouge came in a bottle). I'll never forget the time when I wanted pierced earings. I walked around all day with clothes pins on my ears to numb them and then when my mom went to put a needle in my ear, I fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my nana brought out the cure for all evils...... Pearl Brandy. She also gave me that when I got the measles. They(my grandparents) had a fireplace in their bedroom, and I don't know how old I was (VERY young) and one night when I sleeping over, I found her walking around with her housecoat on fire. I was young but knew I had to put it out. I wrapped her in a blanket from the bed.&lt;br /&gt;When my father, grandmother and grandfather all died in the same year, it was too much for my mother and she sold the old house!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/SHkt7ZE6_LI/AAAAAAAAAN4/b6NbUEaaJP4/s1600-h/lakeview+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222255741279861938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/SHkt7ZE6_LI/AAAAAAAAAN4/b6NbUEaaJP4/s320/lakeview+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were kids and had no say.&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;Here is what became of it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description of Property:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located in Big Pond, Nova Scotia, "Lakeview House" is a two-and-one-half storey, three bay façade, Gothic Revival style building. It was built in 1882, as a residence and inn. It is located on East Bay Highway beside the entrance to the Loch Lomond Road overlooking the Bras d' Or Lake in the village of Big Pond. Both the building and surrounding property are included in the municipal designation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heritage Value:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heritage value of Lakeview House, as recognised in its municipal designation, is in its age; Gothic Revival style; and its associations with merchant, Allan Morrison.The house was built in 1882 by prominent Big Pond merchant Allan Morrison, who lived there with his family and operated it as an inn. It also served as a state coach stop, where passengers were picked up and dropped off, and where drivers could change their horse teams. The house is a good example of the Gothic Revival style in Cape Breton and one of the older buildings in Big Pond. Lakeview House retains its many of its original Gothic Revival elements including, a gable roof with central cross gable dormer with pointed window and hood cornice. The house also retains many original interior elements, inlcuding decorative elements, doors and floors. Source: CBRM Heritage Property Files: H 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Defining Elements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character-defining elements of Lakeview House include:- two-and-one half stories;- symmetrical design;- three bay facade;- all elements of the Gothic Revival style including, gable roof with central cross gable dormer with pointed window and hood cornice molding and surrounding trim, central doorway, two-over-two double hung windows with hood cornice molding and surrounding trim; - shingle cladding;- central low slope roof entrance porch with lower paneling and four-over-four windows;- location on the East Bay Highway, beside the Loch Lomond Road overlooking the Bras d' Or Lake;- rubble stone foundation.Character-defining elements original to the interior of Lakeview House include:- basic structure and layout of center hall plan;- plaster walls;- plaster crown moldings;- central varnished staircase rising two stories;- doors and trim;- hardwood and softwood floors;- slate fireplace mantle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it very much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3557004674442100975?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3557004674442100975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3557004674442100975&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3557004674442100975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3557004674442100975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2008/07/lemuel-got-me-thinking.html' title='Lemuel Got Me Thinking'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/SHkt7ZE6_LI/AAAAAAAAAN4/b6NbUEaaJP4/s72-c/lakeview+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-8011207162342471562</id><published>2008-07-05T17:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T17:44:18.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAGGIE'S MEME</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a postive meme that I made up because I think everyone needs to realize what's important in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Meme is........name five things that you love in your life and why. Here goes........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Daughter Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;I love her more than life itself. I never wanted to have another child because I would have to share that love. Sounds weird? That love is reciprocated ten times over.&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love, there's nothing like it in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My Family.&lt;br /&gt;My family is reserved but when the chips are down, they are there for me. I have always been the wild child, but if ever I needed them, they were there. I am an independent person but with my past surgery I have had to ask for help. They were there for me night and day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rosey.&lt;br /&gt;This little girl has gotten me through a difficult period in my life. My surgery, the trauma I went through before I had it, and the recovery. To hear her quiet?? snoring in the night, gives me peace that I am not alone. (To those who don't know , Rosey is my darling pug).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My New Apartment&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT!!!! It's downtown, cosy and gorgeous. I live on the eight floor and have a fantastic view. I also mingle with the other tenants on the elevator or walking their dogs. This is very good for me as my tendency to be a recluse was not healthy for me and my depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My New Hip&lt;br /&gt;OMG, this has given me a new lease on life. I can walk normally and without pain (although I still use one crutch for now). No one and I mean NO ONE can know what this is like unless they have gone through it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has to do this meme but I would dearly like to know what my blog friends love in their life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-8011207162342471562?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8011207162342471562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=8011207162342471562&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8011207162342471562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8011207162342471562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2008/07/maggies-meme.html' title='MAGGIE&apos;S MEME'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-8222989317364091391</id><published>2008-06-26T19:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:51:12.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E-BAY</title><content type='html'>E-bay can be what you make out of it. You get good/bad sellers and good/bad buyers.&lt;br /&gt;I have always had a good experience with my shopping, maybe because I check out the seller's rep or maybe I've just been lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my surgery, I wanted to buy the surgeons a token of my appreciation. Nothing big just a thank you gift. I had my first post-op appointment yesterday and it went very well. I can go with a cane or one crutch now. I chose the crutch because the cane has so many bad memories for me.&lt;br /&gt;One doctor said that the x-ray taken that day was a text book picture. Meaning that the implant was exactly how it was supposed to be. AKA I was in good shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift that I decided to give them was scrub hats. (What do you give a surgeon?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on e-bay and found a site that had personalized scrub hats. I chose ones that I thought would fit each ones personality or hobbies. ( I checked with their secretaries )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the final e-mail communication between the e-bay seller and myself...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me)&lt;br /&gt;Hi Vicki,&lt;br /&gt;I received your hats yesterday just when I got home from my check-up with the orthopedic surgeon. Isn't that always the way. It gives me another chance to see him and his partners-in-crime again, so that's a good thing. They were wonderful to me and I love them for what they did for me......help me walk again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the real reason I'm writing is to thank you so much for the quick delivery and the hats. They are FANTASTIC!!! The workmanship and the stitching is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to comment on E-bay but I just wanted you to know personnally how pleased I am. So pleased that I thnk I'm going to have to marry a surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I kept the pug hat for myself of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was her response to me)&lt;br /&gt;Maggie, I love you and don't even know you! What a nice way to start my day today!  It was a pleasure doing business with you!  Please let know if your surgeon enjoys his hats.&lt;br /&gt;Take care, Hovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her e-mail started my day off in a great mood also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know where I'm going with this except to say, be nice to people and they will be nice to you. Win win situation!!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-8222989317364091391?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8222989317364091391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=8222989317364091391&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8222989317364091391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8222989317364091391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-bay.html' title='E-BAY'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-4475080990771035802</id><published>2008-06-22T18:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:15:50.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>''EXTRA! 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Read all about it!''</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/SF7UwLj-4GI/AAAAAAAAANo/-4goRzVWbvU/s1600-h/Line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214839342744133730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/SF7UwLj-4GI/AAAAAAAAANo/-4goRzVWbvU/s320/Line.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember that cry from those old movies in which scrappy urban newsboys held up papers with screaming headlines? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, have I got news for you............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna be a Grandma.........My Baby is having a Baby!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She called me yesterday morning at 5:00 a.m. her time. The stick was POSTIVE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been waiting for this day. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want her to be a pregnant teenager.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was so sweet, she said that I will be a beautiful, young grandmother and that people will think that the baby is mine. I'm so excited that I want to yell it out to the whole world, but I'm settling for telling everyone I know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, guess when the baby is due? February 26, which is my mom's birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How cool is that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's all for now, but you know there will be more over the next few months!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-4475080990771035802?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4475080990771035802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=4475080990771035802&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4475080990771035802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4475080990771035802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2008/06/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html' title='&apos;&apos;EXTRA! 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Read all about it!&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/SF7UwLj-4GI/AAAAAAAAANo/-4goRzVWbvU/s72-c/Line.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-6039374955395319006</id><published>2008-06-20T14:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:17:20.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Onward &amp; Upward, It's All Uphill From Hereon In....</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been a week since I last posted!&lt;br /&gt;I also believe I WAS a whiner when I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember that after my lengthy hiatus, I promised that I would only post about positive things. I broke that promise almost immediately for which I'm truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was wallowing in self pity about being bored, that is not necessarily true. I have so much to be grateful for, that I should kiss the ground I am able to walk on, thanks to my surgery. I just have to have one more surgery on my right hip but that will be in a year or so.&lt;br /&gt;They still have no idea why or how my hips got so damaged at such an early age. It usually happens to athletes but I can't claim that I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have last talked to you, I have gone out to dinner with two wonderful people that I admire tremendously. I also went out to lunch yesterday with a great gal. And I have a number of invitations from others that I am looking forward to keeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never accepted invitations in the past when I was well. Don't ask me why, I don't know for sure. Or do I? Actually, I think I do. I didn't want to get close to people or have the responsibility of keeping one. [ dinner date] Does that make sense to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;None of these invitations are with straight men, that will happen in time I hope. If for no other reason than putting my toes in the water to test the temperature. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a great apartment on the eight floor which has a fantastic view. Downtown is my backyard. Even on crutches I can go and do some light shopping and just enjoy being alive on a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about shopping!!  I was out today and  had a bag in each hand while still manoeuvring on my crutches when this man came up to me and asked me if I could spare some change.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Are you for real"?&lt;br /&gt;You had to see me to understand why I responded like I did.&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time walking with my parcels, nevermind go digging for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note I wish you all a great weekend and happiness galore,&lt;br /&gt;Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS &lt;/strong&gt; One very important thing I neglected to mention was how wonderful My Rosey is.&lt;br /&gt;She has been a Godsend for me. The unconditional love and devotion I get from her, has a healing power that doesn't come in a bottle. I owe a lot of my recovery to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-6039374955395319006?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6039374955395319006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=6039374955395319006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6039374955395319006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6039374955395319006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2008/06/onward-upward-its-all-uphill-from.html' title='Onward &amp; Upward, It&apos;s All Uphill From Hereon In....'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3096682419697061909</id><published>2008-06-13T14:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:59:30.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idle Middle Class</title><content type='html'>What does a person do when they don't work? Depends on the person and their financial situation I guess and why they are not working. In my case, it's physically impossible for me to work for the time being and money is not flush, but I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did (after a lot of deliberation) was get cable television. That really was a good decision because I spend so much time indoors. I like some programs and I wasn't able to get them without cable. I don't go crazy with it but it's nice to have. Good move!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my eating habits. I now have breakfast and lunch at a specific time. Dinner can be negotiated depending on what I doing. Another good move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk Rosey at the same time morning and evening, she likes the consistency. Works for her and me. Good move.&lt;br /&gt;(She's an angel by the way, and is wonderful company).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go for lunch with some people that I haven't done before. I love that!! Very Good Move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read but it is not the same, I have a hard time concentrating. Not good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get bored sometimes which can lead to "you know what". (depression for those of you not in the know) Not good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line......what do other people do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm restricted because I'm on crutches but there must be things that someone can give me suggestions on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I don't want to spend a lot of my time online, I don't think that is healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3096682419697061909?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3096682419697061909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3096682419697061909&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3096682419697061909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3096682419697061909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2008/06/idle-middle-class.html' title='The Idle Middle Class'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-4324620743049961020</id><published>2008-06-09T19:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:13:09.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unholy Experience</title><content type='html'>I have had a few unholy experiences with men hiding behind their "White Collar".&lt;br /&gt;They never went anywhere because I never allowed them too.&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll talk about them but not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do want to talk about a recent one. It popped into my memory after reading a post on The Greedy Maelstrom's Blog. Remember the good......forget the bad, old habits die-hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know if you have been reading my blog, I was in the hospital for about a week early in May. On the fourth day after my surgery I was up and about on my walker. I had to get exercise twice a day and walk around the floor I was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day happened to be Sunday and as I was doing much better, I was being friendly talking to people. I noticed an older gentleman (60's) wearing a nice sweater and dress pants standing in the hallway. I stopped to talk and it turned out he was a Eucharistic Priest, distributing The Host to patients. For those of you who don't know, in the Catholic Church, The Host represents The Body of Christ and is very sacred. He had them in a silver container and a prayer book in his other hand. He asked me if I would like to receive it. I said, "yes, I would very much ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into my hospital room and I sat on the chair beside my bed. He sat across from me. Before he gave it to me, he started asking me if I knew how beautiful I was and how lonely he was. I was very much taken back by this turn of conversation and I said no. All I wanted was to receive The Host and didn't know how to handle this situation. I forget what I said but he got down to business and we said the Lord's Prayer together and then he gave me Communion.(that's what we call The Host).&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the weirdest experiences, almost surreal, we're praying and he's hitting on me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say anything to anyone but on my last day when I was leaving, I decided to tell one of the nurses. Only because he might say or do something to another woman and most patients are seriously medicated. And usually they are much older than me and not as capable of protecting themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Devil in Sheep's Clothing, comes to mind...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-4324620743049961020?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4324620743049961020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=4324620743049961020&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4324620743049961020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4324620743049961020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2008/06/unholy-experience.html' title='An Unholy Experience'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3249015125353853678</id><published>2008-06-07T17:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:51:59.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.......Life Such As It Is Part II</title><content type='html'>Well.......... where do I begin? It's been such a long time since I wrote on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely a different person since I last wrote here. The excruciating pain in my hip from osteoarthritis has completely dissappeared but there is a different kind of pain now. The kind from muscles, tendons, ligaments and soft tissue that has been cut through and then the rounded head of the thigh-bone, or femur is then cut off, and the arthritic bone is removed from the socket. The ball and socket are then replaced by two prosthetic devices, which are tightly fitted into the bone of the femur and the pelvis. This is what takes so long to heal and what curtails you from doing much of anything for about 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;It's also very scary because I'm constantly worried that I'm going to do something that will pop my artifical joint out of place. This is probably(definitely) all in my head as the statistics say this rarely happens. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side....... I'm very adept on my crutches and am able to walk Rosey every morning and evening. We are quite the sight! Me on my crutches and my little pug walking very gently on a leash beside me. Rosey has been a doll during all my trials and tribulations. She walks softly beside me, stops when I stop, sits when I sit, etc. She never behaved so good when I was well. Whoever says dogs are not intuitive are dead wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since I've been home and in the hospital, I never realized how many people care about me. People I've worked with (in other offices besides my own), patients, neighbours (even ones that I hardly know), my doctors (especially my psychiarist) have shown such concern, I was overwhelmed. If I ever suffered from loneliness or thought that no one cared, that is all in the past. My family have been wonderful. One of my sisters, comes over to my apartment to clean for me, buy groceries, and takes me to all my appointments.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, God Bless Her!! She arrived from Calgary the day I got out of the hospital and spent 2 weeks looking after me. I would never have survived without her as it was a very difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my update folks and from now on it will hopefully be cheery subjects that I post about, as I have learned a lot in my recent experiences. All of it positive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care and Lots of Love To All&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3249015125353853678?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3249015125353853678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3249015125353853678&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3249015125353853678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3249015125353853678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2008/06/updatelife-such-as-it-is-part-ii.html' title='Update.......Life Such As It Is Part II'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-6364416630033202765</id><published>2008-02-01T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:32:31.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Such As It Is</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting much of anything lately, just reading blogs. The content of my posting would be pretty boring. I'm VERY pissed off at my lack of ability to do much of anything without experiencing pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see someone, much worse off than me and all I feel is guilt. How selfish is that??&lt;br /&gt;Every patient says,"what's the matter, did you fall?" No, I respond, "I need a hip replacement".&lt;br /&gt;It's getting to be a bit much. I know the people I work with must be getting sick off hearing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite patients is a Catholic Nun (retired). She and I have a relationship where I can ask her anything about anything. She was in the other day and somewhere along the line I asked her about her situation in regards to when she worked as a teacher. Was she able to keep her salary? Oh no, she said. It went directly to The Order and they gave her enough money to cover her expenses. (What expenses could she have had I wondered?)&lt;br /&gt;They were very good to us she said, we had excellent health and dental care and were well taken care off. "Sounds like you lived in Cuba with Castro", I jested. He took good care of HIS people too. She had a big laugh over that, as I had said it with a humorous voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memo To Self: Sometimes I should keep my big yap shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just lucky she is down to earth. That and I think the world of her!!&lt;br /&gt;She knows I have to move and when she was leaving, she told me to call her and her friends to help me move when the time comes. One of her roommates is 87.&lt;br /&gt;How frickin sweet is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is, is that I am frustrated beyond belief . This is so not me!! I am /have been one of the most energetic and fast paced people I know and to be downgraded to a snail sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See!!! This is why I haven't posted much. Who wants to hear this shite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You All,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for "bearing" with me,&lt;br /&gt;Love Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;A Real Pick-Me-Upper!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I received an e-mail from my 6 year old neice. (She's in french immersion and like my daughter at that age, she spells english phonetically).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi maggie, haw ar you and rosiy doowgh? i was jast wanderig.love your dalle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS I always call her my doll.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh........... I'm gonna be okay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-6364416630033202765?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6364416630033202765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=6364416630033202765&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6364416630033202765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6364416630033202765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-such-as-it-is.html' title='Life Such As It Is'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-988847818933170965</id><published>2008-01-15T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T19:39:20.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spo's Meme</title><content type='html'>Spo rarely does a meme so I figure it must be worthwhile, so here goes..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in the back seat of your car right now?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you threw up?&lt;br /&gt;I try not to, I used to be bulimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite curse word?&lt;br /&gt;C....S.....  Never used in public. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 people who made you smile today?&lt;br /&gt;An 86 year old patient, my boss, an anonymous person who had a very bad case of flatulence in our office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 8 a.m. this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Watching Coronation Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;Sydney, Nova Scotia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a strip club?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, The Tropicana Club in Toronto.(A few years ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;Give me a kiss. (To my doggy Rosey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;Pralines and Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Tea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;My Jammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Cheesebread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you bought any new clothes this week?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last?&lt;br /&gt;Work!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the last sporting event you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Football on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who won?&lt;br /&gt;San Diego 28, &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/clubhouse?team=ind"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Indianapolis 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person you sent a comment/message while blogging?&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel at Greedy Maelstrom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever go camping?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;Halifax, Nova Scotia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tan? &lt;br /&gt;Yes  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink your soda from a straw?&lt;br /&gt;Only if it's in a can, otherwise no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;Call me if you are home. (To my daughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;My daughter and Aggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Going to a meeting with a potential candidate for "Dean of The Faculty of Dentistry" at the University that I teach at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your mom right now?&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to your right, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;My darling Rosey, who follows me from room to room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your watch?&lt;br /&gt;Red and Black. (Mickey Mouse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of when you think of where you live?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to move from this apartment because I love it, but I have too because of my hip surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ridden on a roller coaster?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your birthstone?&lt;br /&gt;Blue Topaz, Turquoise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you go in at a fast-food place or just hit the drive through?&lt;br /&gt;I RARELY go to fast food places but if I did, I would go in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a dog?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;My sister in Newfoundland. She keeps a daily watch on me. (In a good way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you met anyone famous?&lt;br /&gt;Not anyone that impressed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any plans today?&lt;br /&gt;As it is night time now.....sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many states have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;None, I'm an Canuck. But I have visited quite a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever go to college?&lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;On my computer, in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest annoyance in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to walk properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you struggling to forgive someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;No. I learned a long time ago that to hold a grudge or dislike for someone, only hurts you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you allergic to anything?&lt;br /&gt;Just the usual environmental......... dust, smoke, ragweed, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite pair of shoes?&lt;br /&gt;My Harley Davidson Harness Boots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-988847818933170965?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/988847818933170965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=988847818933170965&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/988847818933170965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/988847818933170965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/spos-meme.html' title='Spo&apos;s Meme'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3944324965070699664</id><published>2008-01-11T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:20:12.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Protection and Protectors</title><content type='html'>This is a story about my psychiarist and the people with whom I work. One of whom is protecting herself from any future lawsuit  (and maybe my privacy) and those who protect me personnally.  Here goes the tale...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left a message on my psychiarist's voicemail to let her know I needed a prescription renewal . I would have waited for our next appointment but it was too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she returned my call at work and asked to speak with me. She ran into the gatekeeper. (Our Office Manager). She asked for me and was told I was away for lunch. "When will she be back"? she said. "At 2:00 P.M. but she will be with patient's so maybe you would like to leave a message", our manager said. No, said my psychiarist, I will try another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had 3 messages from her on my voicemail when I got home and she basically told me when I could drop by her office. Fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble started when (according to our manager) she (my shrink) started talking elusively to her on the phone. It was not the soft voice that she left on my phone but a very overbearing and demanding one.  My manager thought she was a telemarketer and was protecting me from her. I never even knew about the call but everyone else in the office did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did see my psychiarist the next evening, she explained to me that she did not want to leave her name because of confidentiality. I completely understood but explained that her being so evasive brought more curiousity than anything.&lt;br /&gt;I also told her that everyone at work knows about her and my depression issues,  I'm not ashamed of them. My patient's are not aware though, there is a private matter there.    Completely different!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow employees are very supportive and protective of me. Same goes for my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me feel safe! I can't think of any other word that would describe it accurately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have A Great Weekend Guys and Gals,&lt;br /&gt;Love Maggie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3944324965070699664?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3944324965070699664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3944324965070699664&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3944324965070699664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3944324965070699664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/protection-and-protectors.html' title='Protection and Protectors'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-6393366745288260222</id><published>2008-01-01T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:39:59.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR  !!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R3rUoowasUI/AAAAAAAAANg/WXXrPb8ydW4/s1600-h/IMG_0523_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150662918451933506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R3rUoowasUI/AAAAAAAAANg/WXXrPb8ydW4/s320/IMG_0523_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;This is a picture of my neice Sophia. She is visiting from Ontario and spent New Year's Eve with me, last night. She loves concerts so we had one, as we usually do. This is her with all the goodies for the entertainers after the show. She's seriously into The Red Hot Chili Peppers, so we had to do songs from their CD's. She was a blast. Facial expressions and all during her renditions of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Ready............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair I am adding a picture of me, sitting on the stage in my red raindeer jammies, singing a ditty. This is not a picture I am proud off, (I'm exhausted) but....fair is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R3rTvowasTI/AAAAAAAAANY/ZSyMw_UuMWA/s1600-h/IMG_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150661939199390002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R3rTvowasTI/AAAAAAAAANY/ZSyMw_UuMWA/s320/IMG_0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;We were together all day, rain and sleet did not keep us from downtown. We ended up at McDonalds and there she reminded me of a promise I had made to her. We were to go to a store and with five dollars each and buy each other a present. There was a small department store nearby and we went there after we finished eating. We both went our separate ways ( I kept an eye on her) to buy our presents. She came back to me after awhile and said the present she wanted to buy was $8 and something. I exchanged her five dollar bill with a ten and sent her on her way.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that there were many things for her to pick from and she is only six years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home, wrapped and unwrapped our presents and this is what she had gotten for me....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R3rR9YwasQI/AAAAAAAAANA/owlN4Lo8MSU/s1600-h/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150659976399335682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R3rR9YwasQI/AAAAAAAAANA/owlN4Lo8MSU/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;This is not a really good photo but the stones are beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your New Year's Eve????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love To All,&lt;br /&gt;Maggie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-6393366745288260222?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6393366745288260222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=6393366745288260222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6393366745288260222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6393366745288260222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR  !!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R3rUoowasUI/AAAAAAAAANg/WXXrPb8ydW4/s72-c/IMG_0523_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-2626798464857020269</id><published>2007-12-28T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T14:16:13.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew ????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R3VFKYwasNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8es0ZjMJn2A/s1600-h/133262843_17493c7531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149097793714565330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R3VFKYwasNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8es0ZjMJn2A/s320/133262843_17493c7531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SUCH AN ASS !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't wish any of my best friends Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For this, I humbly apologize. I was in my own little world. My daughter was visiting me for 3 weeks and I lost track of all time and holidays. She was very worried about me because she has never seen me in such a vulnerable state. I have always been to her, a woman warrior, and to see me hobbling or wrenching in pain, was a strange experience for her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a funny story to tell but I will leave it for another time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots of Love and Hugs To All My Blog Friends,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be seeing you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maggie &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-2626798464857020269?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2626798464857020269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=2626798464857020269&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2626798464857020269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2626798464857020269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew ????'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R3VFKYwasNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8es0ZjMJn2A/s72-c/133262843_17493c7531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-5298403346562293630</id><published>2007-12-10T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:33:17.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News and Good News</title><content type='html'>I had my appointment with the orthopedic surgeon this morning. According to my patients (at work) and everyone else, if you need a hip replacement in this city, you are looking at a 2-3 year wait list. "Whoopidoo, I thought, I have to live with this pain forever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after my appointment today and according to the orthopedist , I should have had a hip replacement yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would have put me on a wait list today but due to the fact that I live on the third floor, he wanted to give me time to find an apartment on the ground floor. Three months to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;I have to find a new place to live by March.&lt;br /&gt;I love my apartment but if it means a new painfree life , so be it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were finished and I saw his secretary, she couldn't believe it. She said she has never seen anyone so young, with such degeneration. She also said she has never seen him, (the doctor) wanting surgery so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the bad news, the good news is......after the surgery and healing, I will be myself again.&lt;br /&gt;That alone makes me want to jump.(IF I could) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also told me that my other hip will have to be done. Why, oh why, I asked? "It's not in my family history".&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, you just get the crappy gene in the family pool," he responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life guys/gals , no one else has the depression gene either, just my mother and her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind all this, I am so very happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take for granted what is normal,&lt;br /&gt;And when we don't have it.......&lt;br /&gt;We realize how precious it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Maggie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-5298403346562293630?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5298403346562293630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=5298403346562293630&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5298403346562293630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5298403346562293630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/12/bad-news-and-good-news.html' title='Bad News and Good News'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-1113503949594345070</id><published>2007-12-09T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T18:01:41.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PUG PARTY</title><content type='html'>Today was one of the best Pug Parties I have attended to date. The hostesses are a same sex couple and they are both professors at the local University in the science department. They were fantastic in their generosity and hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;For example: When we left, we were all given Doggie Bags which included, Pug Crunchies, Apple Cinnamon Drops, Peanut Butter Patties, and Carrot Cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All homemade with the recipes included. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R1xoUjpXdLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UFoPY9uwjSc/s1600-h/IMG_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142099576925680818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R1xoUjpXdLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UFoPY9uwjSc/s320/IMG_0641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;This is Jade(their dog), Budda, Fou and Gallagher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R1xl4DpXdKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5hZvis__0PQ/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142096888276153506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R1xl4DpXdKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5hZvis__0PQ/s320/IMG_0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;This is Rosey and Jade.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R1xkiTpXdJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VjJBL2HISS8/s1600-h/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142095415102370962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R1xkiTpXdJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VjJBL2HISS8/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;This is Rosey and I , in our matching outfits that my sister bought for us last Xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R1xjdzpXdII/AAAAAAAAALw/SYxxXx6hIko/s1600-h/IMG_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142094238281331842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R1xjdzpXdII/AAAAAAAAALw/SYxxXx6hIko/s320/IMG_0638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;I had a wonderful time, and thanks to Heather and Sue, I was able to get out and about and enjoy myself immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs were adorable and my being around people, gave me a sense of total pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Great Upcoming Week............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Smoochy Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Maggie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-1113503949594345070?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1113503949594345070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=1113503949594345070&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1113503949594345070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1113503949594345070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/12/pug-party.html' title='PUG PARTY'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R1xoUjpXdLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UFoPY9uwjSc/s72-c/IMG_0641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-7751490069342386455</id><published>2007-12-06T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:30:17.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>First of all I want to apologize for my lack of blogging lately. I haven't been feeling well and I'm tired of writing about it. No one wants to read about the same thing from a blogger constantly, so I am saving you all the trouble of having to read about it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all dearly and will try and comment on your blogs, but for now, please forgive me for my not blogging on a regular basis. I'm sure I will be up and on the mend very soon, so *bear* with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosey also developed struvite crystals which caused a urinary tract infection last week. We caught it in time before she developed stones, but she was in quite a bit of pain for a couple of days. Poor baby. She got an antibiotic shot and is on a diet with food to alleviate the problem. We don't know what caused it but her urine Ph balance was 9 when it should be 4-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Love Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS My Princess Natalie is coming home for Christmas this coming Tuesday and I am over the moon about that!! Hey.... that is a positive thing. I must be getting better.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-7751490069342386455?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7751490069342386455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=7751490069342386455&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/7751490069342386455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/7751490069342386455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/12/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3538498165750570698</id><published>2007-11-27T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:18:34.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life Of........... Maggie</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday to be exact!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off innocently enough, I went to work, then I had a physiotherapy appointment on my lunch hour for my leg. My therapist did acupuncture on me that day, which I was looking forward to, as it has always worked well for me in the past, for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, my leg started to hurt more than it ever has in the past?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a psychiarist's appointment after work, which I wasn't looking forward to, due to the pain in my leg. I rush to my shrink's office and ring her doorbell, she answers but is very surprised to hear from me. Apparently my appointment was the day before! I had it in my calendar book for the 22nd but she said it was for the 21st. She was very upset with me, telling me how busy she was, how many other people needed the appointment...she vented for about fifteen minutes. I was so stressed that I was crying, she then put up her hand and said, "okay, it's done........let's get on with our therapy". WTF!! How could I go from her making me feel like a piece of crap and then just step into our regular therapy routine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed somehow (with a great deal of mental strength) and after my session she ended up driving me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm home now, feeling bad but coping. Then Rosey decided to have a piddle on the kitchen floor. She's running away from me and I'm trying to catch her and wipe her bum before she tracks it around. Just then, my leg gives out from underneath me and I end up crashing to the floor, landing mainly on the side of my head. OUCH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shit happens, but unfortunately, mine left a mark .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to cover it with make-up, but today one of my favorite patients (an M.D.) looked at me and said, "did you fall?" And then, with a knowing sympathetic face, in a low sincere whisper said, "did someone hit you?" She definitely believed the latter to be true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scheduled to attend a seminar this evening but after that, decided to take a pass.&lt;br /&gt;People are too quick to make snap judgements and I didn't want to be the topic of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine really, but here is a picture so you can judge for yourself. (This picture was taken tonight, five days later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW There is nothing wrong with the lighting of my camera, that pretty yellow on my forehead is all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Today was a great day, simply because it was uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R0y0AnvZxwI/AAAAAAAAALo/BVAoCYlzYXA/s1600-h/IMG_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137679197683697410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R0y0AnvZxwI/AAAAAAAAALo/BVAoCYlzYXA/s320/IMG_0614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3538498165750570698?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3538498165750570698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3538498165750570698&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3538498165750570698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3538498165750570698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-in-life-of-maggie.html' title='A Day In The Life Of........... Maggie'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R0y0AnvZxwI/AAAAAAAAALo/BVAoCYlzYXA/s72-c/IMG_0614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-391141541068809050</id><published>2007-11-25T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T18:49:47.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like........... Christmas.</title><content type='html'>I'm not a Christmas person per say. The commercialism of the Holy Day dims my ability to embrace the season.&lt;br /&gt;Letting all that go, I went shopping today. My daughter and her boyfriend will be spending Christmas apart, [her with me, him with his family in England]. His birthday is December 2, so they decided to celebrate this day as their Christmas. They are even putting up a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems like a nice chap, :) funny and easy to please. Very intelligent!! I send them parcels every month with goodies and necessities. My baby is vegetarian and so is he to a point, but he likes to eat fish.&lt;br /&gt;Last month I sent him a couple of cedar planks for cooking fish, especially salmon. He was so thrilled with them, I was embarrassed, as I forgot I even put them in the parcel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all leads to the birthday present I got him. He loves pesto, he puts it in almost all the dishes he cooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope he likes it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R0n8_nvZxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/VAE7bdl3hyk/s1600-h/IMG_0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136915019922523890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R0n8_nvZxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/VAE7bdl3hyk/s320/IMG_0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Now he can make his own, whenever he likes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to Christmas......... since they are having their first christmas together, I bought them beautiful wooden ornaments and some other things for their tree. I also got them hats and filled stockings. And of course, one of each for their cat Pint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a great picture , but I bought them ornaments in which I could put pictures of Pint and Rosey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R0n6aHvZxuI/AAAAAAAAALY/8PAkscVXYlA/s1600-h/IMG_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136912176654173922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R0n6aHvZxuI/AAAAAAAAALY/8PAkscVXYlA/s320/IMG_0604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;I guess what I'm trying to say is that, Christmas can be a good thing sometimes, if you put it all into perspective. A small example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Love, First Christmas and lest we not forget...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tis better to give than to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I'm no saint, but I do believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I also put mistletoe in their parcel)&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh..........................to be young and in love!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-391141541068809050?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/391141541068809050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=391141541068809050&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/391141541068809050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/391141541068809050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look a Lot Like........... Christmas.'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/R0n8_nvZxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/VAE7bdl3hyk/s72-c/IMG_0613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-8710652420186978715</id><published>2007-11-19T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:47:22.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Query Of Sorts</title><content type='html'>Okay Guys, Here We Go Again.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one starts about 4 years ago. I have a patient that is very handsome and sweet. I was not in the frame of mind to be attracted to him but somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I was.  But for one reason alone that hindered my attraction, he had had a dental procedure done when he was twelve that I couldn't accept.[very shallow of me].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a bit standoffish during the next couple of years but perhaps that was because of me?&lt;br /&gt;Being a woman..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, during the time inbetween then and now, our office manager told me that when she called his home, another man was on the answering machine, answering for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in last week and we had a great rapport [he is from Cape Breton also]. His father had died the summer past and it had been very hard on him. Then he was telling me how he loved christmas, and he was like Chevy Chase with his outdoor decorations. I saw my opening and said, " how does your partner feel about all that?" He said , "they" had no problem with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I have seen him a number of times in our local "BIG" grocery store, and he has always hugged me with a warm welcome. Tonight I saw him and he immediately gave me the biggest hug I have ever gotten and proceeded to tell me he was thinking of me this week and couldn't remember why, but it was very important. He said he would call me later in the week when he remembered what it was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he relieved that I could not be attracted to him because I know about his"partner"?&lt;br /&gt;That I pose no threat to him and he can feel free to hug me because I know and he wants to be my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I would love to have him as a close friend, I just don't know how to go about it.&lt;br /&gt;Do I make the first move and suggest lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Help me out here guys!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-8710652420186978715?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8710652420186978715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=8710652420186978715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8710652420186978715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8710652420186978715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-query-of-sorts.html' title='Another Query Of Sorts'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-2748254558101605204</id><published>2007-11-15T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:04:50.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Matter Of Opinion</title><content type='html'>I need your help guys....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this young man, (thirty tops) that owns the local convenience store in my neighbourhood. He is from Albania and had lived in Toronto for a couple of years before moving here. We chat about Toronto, his buying an apartment building,  his trying to sell his condo. His wife who is a doctor in the navy, but the big topic of discussion is his huge cat and my Rosey.&lt;br /&gt;He said he would e-mail me some pictures of his cat so I could see how big she really is, so I gave him my e-mail address. The cat is HUGE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week he has continued to send me e-mails, even though I see him at the store almost every day. Yesterday I made a point of talking to him about his wife because in one of his e-mails he said that he would like for me to see his apartment building. I said that would be nice because I would get a chance to meet her. [wifey]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my dilemma.......I received this e-mail today and I'm wondering about him.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like your opinion if it's innocent or is there some underlying message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Maggie. &lt;br /&gt;How are you? It was nice to see you tonight at my work. You look  great.Yes,of course you are welcome to meet my wife one day,but right  now she is way for a month working on the ship.She works for the navy as a medical doctor, but if you want to see a picture of her I will send it  to you. It is a little late and I am going to sleep. I hope you have a  nice day tomorrow. Hopefully I will see you around some day. &lt;br /&gt;Hekuran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-2748254558101605204?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2748254558101605204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=2748254558101605204&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2748254558101605204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2748254558101605204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/11/matter-of-opinion.html' title='A Matter Of Opinion'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-5827277840713897403</id><published>2007-11-11T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T18:24:15.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life Is Like A Box of Chocolates. You Never Know What You're Gonna Get."</title><content type='html'>In response to Dr. Ur-Spo's comment on my last post......, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been down and feeling blue the past couple of weeks. Just when I think I have this thing licked.......wham. It hits you like a bolt of lightening. It's really nothing that I can put my finger on, it just happens. But like all things in life, it soon will pass. I really dislike posting when I feel like this, so..... I want to apologize for my delinquency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said... today was a great day!! It is Rememberance Day, where we honour our war veterans. Those brave young men who fought for our country and our freedom. Not so great, is our troops fighting a war that is spearheaded by a deluded, "One Man's War".&lt;br /&gt;We (Canada) just lost another five men in the past couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note............&lt;br /&gt;Today is Rosey's sixth birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;And what a sweet little birthday girl she is..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rzd_T_Yg5EI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-uE_SjFRXB4/s1600-h/IMG_0220_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131710281820464194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rzd_T_Yg5EI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-uE_SjFRXB4/s320/IMG_0220_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love her to pieces!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a much, much lighter note. Here is a photo that I hope will bring a smile to your lips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS Click on picture to....[enlarge] it. ;0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take Care , &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With Much Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maggie &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rzd-tvYg5DI/AAAAAAAAALI/z04S5lVGUec/s1600-h/Hot+Guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131709624690467890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rzd-tvYg5DI/AAAAAAAAALI/z04S5lVGUec/s320/Hot+Guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-5827277840713897403?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5827277840713897403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=5827277840713897403&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5827277840713897403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5827277840713897403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-was-like-box-of-chocolates-you.html' title='&quot;Life Is Like A Box of Chocolates. You Never Know What You&apos;re Gonna Get.&quot;'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rzd_T_Yg5EI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-uE_SjFRXB4/s72-c/IMG_0220_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-5323496763145059494</id><published>2007-10-26T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T16:25:43.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday....................</title><content type='html'>Today it's TGIF, I'm exhausted, so is my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mentioned in the past that I have something wrong with my leg, but they are still trying to find out what it is. In the meantime, back at the ranch, ;) it's been giving me a lot of pain lately, today was no exception. As a matter of fact it was downright excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called and left a message for physiotherapy today (I was referred in July) so maybe that will help.&lt;br /&gt;I have had every test known to man (I think ) but they are stumped. I also have an appointment with an Orthopedic Surgeon on Dec. 10 (that was booked last January).&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he can find the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough!!! :) Good News!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get enrolled in a Clinical Teaching Course for the fall semester!! Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;It is very popular and they only allow eight people in the course. The students vary from Doctor's, Dentist's and Professor's new to the teaching environment. It's every Tuesday evening and from what I've heard it's all role-playing and we are video taped doing it the wrong way, then the right way. We all play different characters in everyone's particular situation. This should be a hoot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be home just blogging and reading blogs.(I have a lot to get caught up on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have A Wonderful Weekend Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Hugs Maggie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-5323496763145059494?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5323496763145059494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=5323496763145059494&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5323496763145059494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5323496763145059494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/10/friday_26.html' title='Friday....................'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-4748410666894604201</id><published>2007-10-19T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:30:35.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday......</title><content type='html'>Another great day at the university. I think I'm really beginning to enjoy this gig !!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had a meeting with the Director of The Department of Dental Studies. She wanted to know what my expectations were in regards to my future with the University. I told her that I really was enjoying my time with the students and felt that I had a lot to offer them with my skills and personal interaction. (I was laying low because I didn't really know where this was going).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was really feeling me out in regards to how much time I could give them, considering I had a full time job. I told her Fridays were fine so far and we would see where we would go from there. They also want me on Monday evenings. She also spoke about a mentoring program that was being developed and would I be interested. I said I would be interested and that it would be something that I would enjoy immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it went well and I am thrilled that they are pleased with my work thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that all I talk about lately is this, but right now this is very important to my well being and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend folks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Maggie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-4748410666894604201?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4748410666894604201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=4748410666894604201&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4748410666894604201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4748410666894604201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/10/friday.html' title='Friday......'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-4466032207058530284</id><published>2007-10-12T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:00:39.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Weekend.....Fantástico !!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well it's Friday again, so I guess that means, it's time for me to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start off with the clinic again, to no one's surprise. Today was another great learning experience, for the students and myself as well. I don't know how to say this without bias, but in the short time I have been there, I can tell who's going to be good and who isn't.&lt;br /&gt;Not just because of the quality of their work but their eagerness to learn and correct their mistakes and also take advantage of the instructors knowledge and experience.&lt;br /&gt;The student I was so worried about last week? Well, I talked to her instructor this week and he gave her a U(unacceptable) today. (I tried to be kind and gave her a T (learning experience).&lt;br /&gt;She didn't listen to a thing I said last week, which makes me sad and dissappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are exceptions to every rule, so  we'll see........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in clinic (during university) I should have gotten the Eager Beaver Award. I was never afraid to ask anything and took it much more seriously than my theory. Theory couldn't fail me, clinic could. As a result, I got a 99.3 as my final clinic mark, based on the entire time I was there. To me, theory was easy.&lt;br /&gt;I better stop, I think I'm starting to brag. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On totally different note, I ATE TURKEY on Thanksgiving and it was delicioso. No problems with my digestive system or anything.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I was really worried about guys, too many trips to the bathroom. But Nada,&lt;br /&gt; "Lo que un alivio".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have A Great Weekend Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lo que será, será,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-4466032207058530284?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4466032207058530284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=4466032207058530284&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4466032207058530284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4466032207058530284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-weekendfantstico.html' title='It&apos;s The Weekend.....Fantástico !!!!!'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3752134947079542114</id><published>2007-10-05T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T14:42:59.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING !!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>For those of you living in, "The Great White North".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why they call us that, it's so green here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, today was another day at University. I don't know why I write on Fridays lately, maybe it's because I have such a great day at clinic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fantastic. Busy as hell but very rewarding. I could never see myself teaching in a classroom environment, but teaching in the clinic seems to be my niche, I love it. Probably because I'm one of those people, I like to see immediate results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone did well today, with the exception of one. I felt terrible but I couldn't give her a passing grade on her assignment. She thought she did great was the worst part. At the end of clinic, I have to give out their evaluations and this one had me worried because she was so confident she had done well. I took her aside after she read my marks, explained all my comments on what she did wrong and then offered her some valuable information that would help her in the future. I hope she takes it. I also offered to help her with a personal tutorial but she didn't actually jump at the offer. Some people are like that and there's nothing I can do about it. Too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with that!! This is our Thanksgiving weekend and I am sooooo happy!! We have Monday and Tuesday off at work. As my sister has moved away (the one where I spend holiday dinners), I'm on my own. I haven't eaten meat in over a month, so I'm wondering if I will have turkey or not. We'll see how I feel. I have nothing against meat, I just haven eaten it since I was sick last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a great weekend and to those fellow Canucks........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thankgiving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY...........&lt;br /&gt;Turkey, Stuffing, Cranberry Sauce, Mashed Potatoes &amp;amp; Gravy, etc.(meaning veggies)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3752134947079542114?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3752134947079542114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3752134947079542114&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3752134947079542114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3752134947079542114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING !!!!!!!'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-7094314938362217472</id><published>2007-09-28T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:49:07.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days</title><content type='html'>Hi, my title means exactly what it says, Happy Days are here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the pain medication straightened out. I guess sometimes you have to find out things for yourself and not always depend on your GP to inform you of possible side effects. This is not the way it should be but with GP's being overworked, this is what happens. I'm lucky that I caught on to the dangers before it got too far, I feel so much more in control now. Knowledge is power!!&lt;br /&gt;I have been given an anti-inflammatory medication which works well but does not relieve me of all my pain BUT it's not addictive, yeah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I LOVE TEACHING!! I have been lacking in my life, something that makes me happy and fulfilled. I was in clinic today and I felt this was where I was meant to be. Students are like an empty cup, just waiting to be filled with knowledge, skills, and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my students today had a patient that required special attention. She handled it well and when I evaluated her I mentioned that on her form. She responded to me after reading my evaluation, that it helped her deal with the situation by having an instructor that was calm and helpful. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;I mention this because it is immediate feedback, that I am helping someone become a better student/dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about all this because my personal life is on hold for awhile. Nothing bad, just some sorting out I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Your Week-end!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-7094314938362217472?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7094314938362217472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=7094314938362217472&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/7094314938362217472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/7094314938362217472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-5560619630820349748</id><published>2007-09-24T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:00:45.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWBIE AND LOVING IT !!!!!</title><content type='html'>I had my first day of teaching clinic last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a GREAT day I had!!&lt;br /&gt;I love what I do and to be able to teach young people what I love best, was absolutely FANTASTIC!! The students that I had were wonderful, eager and anxious to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to be the typical teacher, their way or no way. We have evaluation sheets that we have to fill out at the end of the clinic. There is Acceptable or Unacceptable. Before I filled it out, I asked the student questions regarding their work and what they thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;Depending on how they answered, affected my final evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, this is only their first day in clinic after their summer recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that explaining where they went wrong in a positive way and discussing it with them, helps them more than just writing it down for them to read later. Also, praise with criticism goes a long way in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a couple of students that fibed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;eg. Intra-oral exam,  Moi, "I didn't see you using your mirror to observe the palate". Student, "Oh, yes I did".  I said, "Oh, I must have missed that".&lt;br /&gt;We both knew that she didn't, but you can bet your bottom dollar that she won't forget again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an employee in our practice that has a couple of friends in the dental program. Today I had a comment on my facebook from her (she's off this week)................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Hey Maggie, you got rave reviews from your students! Congrats"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made my day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful week...............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-5560619630820349748?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5560619630820349748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=5560619630820349748&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5560619630820349748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5560619630820349748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/09/newbie-and-loving-it.html' title='NEWBIE AND LOVING IT !!!!!'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-8867108959745288615</id><published>2007-09-22T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:09:52.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Missed You All Very Much!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RvWWfOqdCJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Kky_ryPmkeE/s1600-h/ks124541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113158415205337234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RvWWfOqdCJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Kky_ryPmkeE/s320/ks124541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of the reason I've been away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient with me, I will try and explain as best as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with pain in my left leg and hip about a year ago. At times the pain was excruciating and as time went on,  it got worse. Finally, a couple of months ago, I told my doctor I could no longer deal with the pain. I also asked him to send me for tests that would find out the problem. He prescribed tylenol # 3  that took the edge off but did not give me relief.&lt;br /&gt;Then he prescribed hydro-morphine (4 mg) which did take away the pain. (4 or 5 a day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had radiographs (x-rays) of my back and leg, CT spinal scan, Bone scan and they all had no significant findings except some degeneration of the hip joint. I'm seeing an orthopedic specialist in Dec. of this year. (It was booked last January)  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain I will once again mention, is sometimes unbearable. I work but am getting annoyed at people and patients asking me why I'm limping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bring the photo I posted into the picture (no pun intended), here is my story...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thursday before Labour Day, I decided I no longer wanted to be a slave to pain medication.&lt;br /&gt;I just stopped taking them..... BIG MISTAKE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how they affected me (except the fact that they relieved my pain) and thought nothing of just stopping. Friday morning I woke up sick to my stomach, severe diarrhea, cramps, shivers....... unable to function normally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS ADDICTED!!!!! What a shock and embarrassment that was to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up prescription drug withdrawal online and it said, never just stop taking the medication, wean yourself off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came and I was still very sick. I called my pharmacy and explained the situation. They said the same thing, wean yourself off it slowly.&lt;br /&gt;I was taking 4 pills a day, so I slowed down to 2 a day.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't eat anything, I was dying. It was like I knew how a junkie felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a appointment with my doctor the following tuesday. (this was saturday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday came and I went for my appointment. I was furious but did not allow myself to show that emotion to my doctor. I did tell him that I was to hell and back that week-end because of the pain medication and to never give me anything of the sort again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down to one pill a day now and next week I will be completely off them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in pain but nothing compared to the week-end of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling my story because I hope it might help someone else who innocently takes medication from their doctor, not knowing what it is doing to their body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive side to my story...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, finding out about it before it was too late.( I was only on them for about 2 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I was so sick and had such severe diarrhea, I figured whatever toxins I had in my body, I had rid myself of them.&lt;br /&gt;So.........I started a new eating regime. No red meat, as a matter of fact, I haven't eaten any kind of meat since. Only fish now. Also, I have stopped eating anything processed or white (bread, pasta, rice, etc.) I have lots of bran products, fresh fruit, fresh veggies, yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes. I'm not a fanatic, just more aware of what I put in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you all and can't wait to catch up on what you all have been up to while I've been away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mucho Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Maggie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-8867108959745288615?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8867108959745288615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=8867108959745288615&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8867108959745288615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8867108959745288615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-missed-you-all-very-much.html' title='I Missed You All Very Much!!!'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RvWWfOqdCJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Kky_ryPmkeE/s72-c/ks124541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-5949889224775206260</id><published>2007-09-03T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:25:24.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Readin' and Ritin' ........</title><content type='html'>I have a big confession to make. I like to read blogs more than I like to write.&lt;br /&gt;That's just my nature, I like to listen more than I like to talk. [most times]&lt;br /&gt;But there has to be give and take in Blogosphere, so here goes........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long weekend here in the City of Universities. That's right folks, we have more universities in this city than any other city in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means......... lots of students, lots of bars, lots of drinking, lots of carousing til the wee hours, lots of parties, lots of noise, lots of mischief (destructive)............&lt;br /&gt;Are you getting the picture yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all moving in this weekend...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the part of this city that is considered old money and high social standing. Two of the most respected Uni's are also in this area. Therefore we have a mix of snobs, professionals, and drunken hooligans. [That's what they amount to on a friday or saturday nite]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to watch them all cohabitate. As I'm sitting here on my computer, I'm looking out my window and I see them all milling about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HomeOwners:&lt;br /&gt;Some hiding behind their high fences with security. Others walking their dogs, gardening, small children playing outside, friends over for drinks in the afternoon, barbecuing dinner in the backyard........ simple family stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students:&lt;br /&gt;Some playing football in the street, another couple of kids walking by on the sidewalk with chairs on their head. A few minutes ago I saw one fellow go by, pushing a computer chair with a huge mattress doing a balancing act on it, rolling down the middle of the street. While others have yet to arise, still recuperating from the wild party the nite before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't complain about any of their shenanigans. Not my style, I've spent too much time in Toronto I guess. There you mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;When the noise level gets really out of hand at a very late hour, there is always someone who will call the authorities. There is a special hotline given out to all the locals, just for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tolerance level is pretty high, you are only young once.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned, party on, but be respectful to other people while doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekend??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-5949889224775206260?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5949889224775206260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=5949889224775206260&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5949889224775206260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5949889224775206260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/09/readin-and-ritin.html' title='Readin&apos; and Ritin&apos; ........'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3094815307897697322</id><published>2007-08-26T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T17:31:05.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIVATE &amp; CONFIDENTIAL, SHHHHHHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't signed on the dotted line of the contract yet.....but it's looking pretty good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last fall I gave my boss my resume, to be given to the Director of Dental Studies, at the local University. He has taught there for the last 15?? years and I thought he would know the best person to give it too. WRONG!!! Apparently he gave it to some old geiser, who gave it to some other old geiser. The bottom line was it never reached anyone, so I heard nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue last month I had a message from The Director on my answering machine, telling me she had just found my resume and would I still be interested. Hell Yes!! But I didn't quite put in into those exact words when I spoke to the department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROBLEM!!! The Director that left me the message, was one of her last offical duties. ( It was left on a Friday nite at 8:00 pm) She was retiring that day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I called the department on Monday (found out all the above) and discussed the possibility of my being hired. But alas, it was too late, they had hired everyone they needed for the fall semester. I received the "declined" letter a week later from the New Director and it was so personal and kind, I called back to thank her. Also to tell her that I was still interested, should they need my services in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well........I had a phone call at work last thursday and apparently they need someone!!&lt;br /&gt;Someone must have cancelled?? I have to take a day off work to do this, so I told her I would speak with my boss and get back to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with my boss that very day, starting off with that I had had a proposition for a job.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't intentional but I think that it was for the best. His eyes became guarded and his first words were, "from whom"? I said it was the university and it would be only one day a week.&lt;br /&gt;I also told him that I thought it would be very good for me. (he knows all about my depression).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately said that he thought it would be good for me too. (Have I ever mentioned that my boss is fantastic and I love him for it). It also didn't hurt that they want me for fridays and he teaches there two fridays himself, so it would be only two days that I would be missing in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I have a meeting with the director on September 5 and will be signing the contract hopefully on that day. I will be in the clinic with all the young potential dentists, and I can't tell you how excited I am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers and toes for me guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3094815307897697322?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3094815307897697322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3094815307897697322&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3094815307897697322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3094815307897697322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/08/private-confidential-shhhhhhhh.html' title='PRIVATE &amp; CONFIDENTIAL, SHHHHHHHH!!!!'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-2115434894814758063</id><published>2007-08-19T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T17:25:19.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PROUD TO BE A CANADIAN !!</title><content type='html'>In the news for the past couple of days, a marriage has taken place in Nova Scotia, Canada. Not really anything special but for the fact that one of the participants is a well known political figure. [In our neck of the woods].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nova Scotia MP Scott Brison made history of a sort when he became the first federal politician to marry his same-sex partner, Maxime St. Pierre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RsiiYR21zGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mMl5D-mIvA4/s1600-h/160_brison_070818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100505115991067746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RsiiYR21zGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mMl5D-mIvA4/s320/160_brison_070818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;The wedding ceremony took place Saturday near Brison's country home in Cheverie, N.S., a town of 200. He is the MP for the Nova Scotia riding of Kings-Hants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guests described the ceremony as joyful and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's something we need to celebrate and we must be proud that Canada is showing the way," &lt;strong&gt;Liberal Leader [of Canada]  Stephane Dion&lt;/strong&gt; said after the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;"I came first to celebrate love and happiness between two friends of mine, but if by my presence it helps a bit to reinforce a newly recognized right and to encourage other countries to do the same, I am pleased."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former &lt;strong&gt;New Brunswick premier Frank McKenna&lt;/strong&gt; saw significance in the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone involved felt like they were part of a history-making event," said McKenna. "It seemed like a validation of a long process."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Former&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;prime ministers [similiar to your presidents]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Joe Clark and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paul Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whose government passed same-sex marriage legis&lt;/span&gt;lation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -- and former Liberal cabinet minister &lt;strong&gt;Bill Graham&lt;/strong&gt; were among the other political notables in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mr. Brison has every right to keep his wedding private, says Halifax gay activist Raymond Taavel.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Taavel said that over time, oppo&amp;shy;nents of same-sex marriage are com&amp;shy;ing to see it’s not a big deal. “I think it’s just a matter of time that people relax about it and accept that it’s a fact of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Just up a two-lane winding road from where the wedding was taking place, Pat Eldridge of nearby Canning said she is happy for Brison .&lt;br /&gt;"If they're in love and want to be together, then that's awesome," she said. "Love is hard to find."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Another resident who didn't want their name used said: "To each their own. Everyone's entitled to their own opinions and own way of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Local restaurant owner Doris Hagman, who is a friend of Brison', said she was surprised at how quiet it was.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm absolutely supporting him in anything I can do for him,' she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brison is an MP with a national profile, having sought the leadership of both the Progressive Conservative and Liberal parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The executive director of Egale Canada, a national gay and lesbian advocacy group, said the wedding marks an important milestone for gay rights in Canada.................&lt;br /&gt;"It's extremely significant," Helen Kennedy said Saturday in an interview from Toronto."The more that we see people like Scott getting married, then it normalizes it in the mainstream, and hopefully there will come a day when it won't be an anomaly, and we won't care and Scott and others can marry just like anybody else does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the time, about 12-15 years ago when I was talking to my mom on the phone from Toronto. [I'm from Cape Breton remember, so that's where she was]. It was a saturday and she said she didn't have much time to talk as she was getting ready for a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, who's getting married," I asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's not really a traditional wedding",  she replied, and said she was late and had to go.&lt;br /&gt;I found out later that it was our next door neighbour's neice that was getting married and she was marrying another female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brought back memories because my mom was such a "with it" person, that she didn't see anything wrong with anything, as long as you were safe and it made you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her more with each passing day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-2115434894814758063?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2115434894814758063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=2115434894814758063&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2115434894814758063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2115434894814758063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/08/proud-to-be-canadian.html' title='PROUD TO BE A CANADIAN !!'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RsiiYR21zGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mMl5D-mIvA4/s72-c/160_brison_070818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-9203287258174185782</id><published>2007-08-13T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T12:58:30.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Greek Mythology Also.......</title><content type='html'>Once again I have [borrowed] this test from Lemuel at &lt;a title="http://greedymaelstrom.wordpress.com/" href="http://greedymaelstrom.wordpress.com/"&gt;The Greedy Maelstrom&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Great Fun....Thanks Lemuel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/6185258618751578079/Greek-Mythology-Personality" href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/6185258618751578079/Greek-Mythology-Personality"&gt;The Greek Mythology Personality Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a title="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=" href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=Aleph_Nine"&gt;Aleph_Nine&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a title="http://www.okcupid.com/" href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a title="http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test" href="http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test"&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Score:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aphrodite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RsEC9XNGzjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dWqQRCbp044/s1600-h/mt1156136614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098359506384375346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RsEC9XNGzjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dWqQRCbp044/s320/mt1156136614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66% Extroversion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86% Intuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72% Emotiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52% Perceptiveness&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;Funloving, talkative, flamboyant, social... you are most like Aphrodite. You love parties, people, fashion, and sex. You're impulsive, inconcise, and you find crowds and parties to be energizing. You're optimistic, upbeat, and frequently irrational. You hate structure and routine, and you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't like know-it-alls&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; You're not really a "big picture" person, however, and might not always assess the consequences of your actions before taking them. You do have a very strong hedonistic streak, though, and this gives you a magnetic personality. You dislike people who think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Dionysus, you classify your life as a search for meaning and, when things go wrong, you can become manipulative. To others, you can often seem directionless and impulsive, but you make sure that everything that you do is in line with your strong, internally motivated set of moral guidelines. Your funloving streak, although your greatest asset, can sometimes prevent you from realizing goals or staying on task. As accepting as you are of other people, you have a great need to be accepted yourself, and this can sometimes lead to an overdemonstration of affection and insincerity on your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous People like you: Elvis, Eva Gabor, Paris Hilton, Elizabeth Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: Atlas, Prometheus, The Oracle, Daedalus, and Hermes.&lt;br /&gt;Seek out: Pan, Dionysus, Apollo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-9203287258174185782?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/9203287258174185782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=9203287258174185782&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/9203287258174185782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/9203287258174185782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-greek-hem-mythology-also.html' title='I Love Greek Mythology Also.......'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RsEC9XNGzjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dWqQRCbp044/s72-c/mt1156136614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3367442170091137262</id><published>2007-08-10T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:02:43.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>90/10 Rule...............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, no cutting in line!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;By Mike Lindblom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Times staff reporter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Police officers Lyndell Jones and Jeff Rodgers carry out a unique mission: They're the only cops in the state who can bust drivers for simply cutting in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RrzVD3NGziI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KqMZF-g6vz8/s1600-h/2002191803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097183140611804706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RrzVD3NGziI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KqMZF-g6vz8/s320/2002191803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle police traffic officer Lyndell Jones talks to a driver pulled over for cutting in line where traffic from the West Seattle Bridge merges onto northbound Interstate 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you been upset/pissed off at someone who has cut you off while driving or at a grocery checkout? Then there are the people who think nothing of standing in front of you during a movie [after it's begun], rude sales people, or just plain assholes who get a kick out of being obnoxious. I could go on and on..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was at my psychiarist's and during our session, she told me about the 90/10 Rule.&lt;br /&gt;The way she explained it, she implied that she came up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me homework. I was to keep a log of the number of times I allowed other people to upset me and then use the Rule to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the heck of it, I googled it today and it looks like it wasn't her invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','9','')" title="http://infinity.usanethosting.com/forum/messages/312.html" href="http://infinity.usanethosting.com/forum/messages/312.html"&gt;(Story) The 90/10 Rule&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I understand from the whole thing is; don't allow other people or situations to get to you. If you do, you are letting them drain your strength and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only allow them [be it family or friends too] 10% of you and no more!&lt;br /&gt;The other 90% belongs to you and no one else!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds interesting, so I am going to do my homework like a good little girl. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3367442170091137262?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3367442170091137262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3367442170091137262&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3367442170091137262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3367442170091137262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/08/9010-rule.html' title='90/10 Rule...............'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RrzVD3NGziI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KqMZF-g6vz8/s72-c/2002191803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-8768392810347131054</id><published>2007-08-07T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:45:28.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask and Ye Shall Receive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RrjxwnNGzgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bU8bmjNnwsU/s1600-h/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096088795829685762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RrjxwnNGzgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bU8bmjNnwsU/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Butterfly Girl wanted to check out my favorite boots so......... here they are in all their glory. They are quite old so you can't see too much of the daisies, just the leaves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so exhausted , I can barely type. I've had my 6 year old neice with me for the past couple of days and it was a worldwind of fun and festivities. From morning til nite, we were on the go and when we were home, we had concerts and plays. I had a stage set up in the living room that would put any theatre to shame. :) We also had a food section set up for the entertainers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's leaving on Saturday........boohoo!!!! I'm going to miss her and her family very much but I am trying not to think about it. She's only a plane ride away right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great evening guys, I'm off to la la land!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-8768392810347131054?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8768392810347131054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=8768392810347131054&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8768392810347131054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8768392810347131054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/08/ask-and-ye-shall-receive.html' title='Ask and Ye Shall Receive'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RrjxwnNGzgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bU8bmjNnwsU/s72-c/IMG_0581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-4105157130238736027</id><published>2007-08-04T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:56:47.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Skidoo...... ( I Think ) !!!</title><content type='html'>Without further ado............&lt;br /&gt;This meme was stolen (once again) from &lt;a href="http://tigeryogi.wordpress.com/"&gt;Tiger By The Tale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) If I were a doll, the accessories packaged with me would be?&lt;br /&gt;'56 T-Bird convertible, funky clothes, lots of boots, and Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I have an irrational fear of:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knocking on my door. If I'm expecting someone I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;3.) What would I do if I were stranded on an island with my least favorite person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty practical, I'd probably say, "I don't like you, but we're in this together, so let's get things done".&lt;br /&gt;Shelter and food would come before personal feelings.&lt;br /&gt;4.) What’s one car I will never buy? Why?&lt;br /&gt;SUV. They are a disgusting status symbol.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Next door to my house is?&lt;br /&gt;A man named Bob who I think likes me..........HELP!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6.) I am annoyed with?&lt;br /&gt;People who join a cause or charity because they think it is PC or cool.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Am I happy with my given name?&lt;br /&gt;My given name is Margaret, I'm called Maggie. It's s'okay.&lt;br /&gt;8.) I have a crush, don’t I?&lt;br /&gt;I do, I do!!!! It's a patient but I think?? he's gay.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Who was the last person I talked to in person?&lt;br /&gt;A taxi driver who brought me home yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;10.) What age do I want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;I did it at 20, I hope to do it again before I'm 90.&lt;br /&gt;11.) What are the stems on wine glasses for?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out on a limb here but I think it has something to do with keeping your hand away from the wine so you don't interfer with its temperature??&lt;br /&gt;12.) My favorite shoes are?&lt;br /&gt;A pair of black boots with laces (they look like army boots) but more modern. I painted daisies and butterflies on the toes of them.&lt;br /&gt;13.) Can I use chopsticks?&lt;br /&gt;Yup!&lt;br /&gt;14.) Do I prefer beaches or forests?&lt;br /&gt;Beaches fur sure! I grew up on an Island!! And besides that, forests scare me.&lt;br /&gt;15.) What was the last thing I laughed at?&lt;br /&gt;Last nite on a comedy show repeat. They were doing a comedy skit that showed Saddam Hussein in court and said, "he was in a high security playpen". (Remember that clip from the news of him in court). It cracked me up!!!&lt;br /&gt;16.) Who knows a secret or two about me?&lt;br /&gt;My blog buddies!!&lt;br /&gt;17.) Who is/are my hero[s]?&lt;br /&gt;My mother and oldest brother.&lt;br /&gt;18.) What do I smell like?&lt;br /&gt;Now....Strawberries, for years....White Linen.&lt;br /&gt;19.) Do I have any bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;Is the Pope Catholic???&lt;br /&gt;20.) Have I ever wanted to be a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;21.) What is one thing I’ve learned about life?&lt;br /&gt;That no matter how old you get, you learn something new every day.&lt;br /&gt;22.) What’s my favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-4105157130238736027?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4105157130238736027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=4105157130238736027&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4105157130238736027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4105157130238736027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/08/22-skidooi-think.html' title='22 Skidoo...... ( I Think ) !!!'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-1249759205917559455</id><published>2007-08-01T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T16:56:38.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Best Thing TY .....Enjoy!!</title><content type='html'>My daughter and I went to see X-Men (2000) and we were both very excited. We loved the comic book and to see it put on film, was going to be a fantastic adventure. The movie started and we settled in, hopefully, for an enjoyable ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Wolverine made his first appearance on screen, we turned towards each other in amazement. We looked at each other and both said at the same time, "Duncan"!!&lt;br /&gt;All our friends and family members that saw the movie, concurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I can't post a picture of Duncan TY but this is as close as anyone can get!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RrDrnk2WYtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Xbg-7nZKl4A/s1600-h/8CELEB-XMEN01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093830243695092434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RrDrnk2WYtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Xbg-7nZKl4A/s320/8CELEB-XMEN01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RrDnTE2WYsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/i6RPi8zw0rE/s1600-h/hugh_jackman_x_men_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RrDmz02WYrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Zhw-M3oBEU4/s1600-h/Jackman_AG688589477.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-1249759205917559455?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1249759205917559455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=1249759205917559455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1249759205917559455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1249759205917559455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/08/next-best-thing-ty-enjoy.html' title='The Next Best Thing TY .....Enjoy!!'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RrDrnk2WYtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Xbg-7nZKl4A/s72-c/8CELEB-XMEN01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-8628073387850284299</id><published>2007-07-30T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T19:27:02.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HERO</title><content type='html'>I have an older brother that I love dearly. He has always been there for me, thru thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;He's a quiet guy who doesn't say much, but when he does, you stop and listen.&lt;br /&gt;He's also a devil when it comes to playing pranks on people. He loves playing them on me because I'm an easy target. He loves to hear me say, "ohhhhh that's gross", or "ewwwww".&lt;br /&gt;I can't even start to tell you stories about him because I could go on, and on, and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also gorgeous and has a six pack that would make Brad Pitt envious. When I was a young teenager, I had friends coming out of my ears, most of them 5 or 6 years older than me. They started off wanting to get close to me because of Duncan, but because of my own personality, they eventually wanted to be friends with me, just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a dog once, Teddy. Duncan loved all our dogs and Teddy was no exception. I don't remember too much as I was very little but one day Teddy got hit by a car and everyone thought he was a goner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan and I (so he tells me) took care of him. We kept him in a wheelbarrow and looked after him night and day. One day Teddy hopped out of the wheelbarrel and took off. He had damaged one of his legs so much that it wouldn't work, so he took off on all three's.&lt;br /&gt;Teddy lived for a long time after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan has a garage next to his house, where as a hobby, he  restores old cars and trucks. On the weekend while he does this, all his buddies come over and drink beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him once if his friends had a nickname for him. No, he replied, but then he thought about it for a minute and said, yeah they do, they call me Doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's home on holiday and his birthday was on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;This was my birthday present to him..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rq5rGk2WYqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bcd7q7gpYOE/s1600-h/IMG_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093125989317632674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rq5rGk2WYqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bcd7q7gpYOE/s320/IMG_0493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/24620880-8628073387850284299?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8628073387850284299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=8628073387850284299&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8628073387850284299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8628073387850284299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-hero.html' title='MY HERO'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rq5rGk2WYqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bcd7q7gpYOE/s72-c/IMG_0493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-4700834653972190308</id><published>2007-07-26T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:01:45.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grim  Reaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RqleCE2WYpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mustbsiCEL0/s1600-h/Oscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091704243473506962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RqleCE2WYpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mustbsiCEL0/s320/Oscar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;No matter how cute Oscar is, this is one kitty I wouldn't want cuddling up to me........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROVIDENCE, R.I. (AP) --&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't be too worried if Oscar the cat crosses your path. But if he curls up beside you, you may want to call your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar has the uncanny ability to predict when nursing home patients are within hours of death.&lt;br /&gt;The two-year-old cat has curled up beside 25 people at a Rhode Island nursing home in their final hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor at the home says the feline isn't one to make too many mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Oscar has proven so accurate, he has gotten his own wall plaque and an essay coming out in tomorrow's New England Journal of Medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The furry grim reaper grew up in a third-floor dementia unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff there is so convinced of his ability, they will call family members once he has chosen someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-4700834653972190308?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4700834653972190308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=4700834653972190308&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4700834653972190308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4700834653972190308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/07/grim-reaper.html' title='The Grim  Reaper'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RqleCE2WYpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mustbsiCEL0/s72-c/Oscar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-2719933996867989345</id><published>2007-07-20T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T18:22:13.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme borrowed from Lemuel..........</title><content type='html'>Who borrowed it from......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigeryogi at &lt;a href="http://tigeryogi.wordpress.com/2007/07/18/a-list" target="_blank" modo="false"&gt;Tiger by the Tale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The object is to embolden the phrase to indicate that you have participated in that particular activit&lt;/strong&gt;y.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I checked my post, I realized my bold did not differentiate, so I decided to indicate my past activities in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bought everyone in the pub/bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Climbed a mountain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken a candlelit bath with someone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken someone’s heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had my heart broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. Done a striptease&lt;br /&gt;9. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stayed up all night long, and watched the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Seen the Northern Lights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grown and eaten my own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changed a baby’s diaper &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;20.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Given money to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had an uncontrollable&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a food fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bet on a winning horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken a sick day when I wasn’t ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had a snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Photocopied my butt or any other intimate body part&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken an ice cold shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;31. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;32. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;33. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hit a home run &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;34. Been arrested&lt;br /&gt;35. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;37. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stolen a street/highway sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;38. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;39.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;40. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taken a midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milked a cow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;43. Alphabetized my records/CDs&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;45. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;46. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone scuba diving &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;47. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danced in the rain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;48.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gone to a drive-in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;49. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Started a business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;50. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gotten married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crashed a party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;53. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten divorced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;54. Had sex at the office&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made cookies from scratch &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;56. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten a tattoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;57. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been on television&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;58. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had sex a public place &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;59. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got so drunk I don’t remember anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;60. Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a one-night stand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;62.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bought a house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shaved or waxed off my pubic hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;64. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoken more than one language fluently &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;66.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Bounced a check &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;67. Called or written my Congressperson&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Picked up and moved to another city to just start ove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;69. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sung loudly by myself in the car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;70. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written articles for a large publication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;71. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helped an animal give birth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;73. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;74. Won money on a TV game show&lt;br /&gt;75.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;76.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ridden a motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;77. Had a body part below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;78.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;80. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;81. Had sex on a moving train&lt;br /&gt;82. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;br /&gt;83. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;84. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;86. Had my picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;87. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changed my name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;89. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dyed my hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;90. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I didn't realize I did so many things. According to this meme anyway!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week-end everyone and don't forget to enjoy the small stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs galore!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-2719933996867989345?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2719933996867989345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=2719933996867989345&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2719933996867989345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2719933996867989345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/07/meme-borrowed-from-lemuel.html' title='Meme borrowed from Lemuel..........'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-1308149227064309176</id><published>2007-07-14T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T13:50:06.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PROGENITOR</title><content type='html'>Definition....... a direct ancestor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descendants....... all of the offspring of a given "progenitor".&lt;br /&gt;An orginator of a line of descent; a precurser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am going to be one..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RpkBCpHENEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uiTmVNt1rBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087098398998541378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RpkBCpHENEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uiTmVNt1rBQ/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Love of My Life.......&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;Mine will end with Princess........ apparently she doesn't want any children. No little Maggie's running around half naked making mudpies. [boohoo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking forward to being a grandmother since forever. I never had that, "I'm too young to be a grandma" feeling. As a matter of fact, I want them while I'm still young and have lots of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about it today and would love to be in the delivery room with my daughter, holding her hand, giving her lots of love and support. I never had that when I was giving birth to her, I was all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby doll is living with her boyfriend now and they seem to be getting along very well. He adores her and treats her very well. He's doing his Ph.D in English Literature, the same as her, so they have a lot in common. That and he has a great sense of humour!! Bonus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream would be that she changes her mind because he is one of "the good guys" and would make a great father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother can dream, can't she?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-1308149227064309176?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1308149227064309176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=1308149227064309176&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1308149227064309176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1308149227064309176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/07/progenitor.html' title='PROGENITOR'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RpkBCpHENEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uiTmVNt1rBQ/s72-c/IMG_0490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-71816282080895728</id><published>2007-07-11T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:23:18.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can I Say?</title><content type='html'>I was a bit rough on Jim, Lemuel's, &lt;a title="http://greedymaelstrom.wordpress.com/" href="http://greedymaelstrom.wordpress.com/"&gt;Greedy Maelstrom&lt;/a&gt;, friend yesterday. It wasn't anything personal towards him, but more of a "bone to pick" with some Catholic priests. &lt;br /&gt;Not the horrendous damage some have done to children, but more of a personal nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this priest in our small community when I was a young teenager. He was openly attracted to the opposite sex and made no bones about it. The older people in the community were die hard Catholics and just saw him as being friendly to the younger generation. They didn't believe for one minute that he was a horny toad, as we(young people) all knew he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later, one summer I was home on vacation. We were at the local beach enjoying ourselves for the day. Later on that evening we were all sitting around the table enjoying dinner, when the phone rang. My mother answered and said it was for me. I took the call and who was it but that priest, saying he had saw me at the beach that day and would like me to join him as his guest at a concert the following evening. I said no. When I got back to the table, all my family wanted to know who it was and what they wanted. I was mortified and embarrassed. I felt like some floosy he thought he could pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time years later, a good friend of mine died and we had a party in memory of her after the funeral. I went over to the priest and thanked him for a beautiful ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;He continued to show up in places where I would be. At the time, my life was in turmoil and I desperately needed guidance. Who better to turn to than a priest that I had come to trust and respect?&lt;br /&gt;Making a long story short, I found out that the only reason he was so anxious to help me was because he wanted to get into my pants. I also found out that, at the funeral that day, he was enquiring around who was the attractive woman with the great legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was devastated for being duped by a man of the cloth, especially after confiding some very personal things and him knowing how much I needed help. I had also decided on giving the church another chance after being away from it for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that came out of it was running into another horny toad. These experiences have not soured me completely, I'm just more aware that wolves do come in sheeps clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired while I'm writing this so please forgive me if some parts are hard to follow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sorry Lemuel if I did not come across as compassionate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-71816282080895728?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/71816282080895728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=71816282080895728&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/71816282080895728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/71816282080895728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-can-i-say.html' title='What Can I Say?'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-7161197348674426330</id><published>2007-07-07T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:11:59.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings...Nothing More Than Feelings.......</title><content type='html'>The Meds Seem To be Working!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RpAu2SmnDQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h8Cn66OcCA8/s1600-h/HappyUsersLogo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084615489542884610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RpAu2SmnDQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h8Cn66OcCA8/s320/HappyUsersLogo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people suffer from depression, they have persistent sad moods, feelings of worthlessness or guilt, and the inability to feel pleasure or happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have had feelings that I have not had for a very long time. Feelings of joy, anticipation of good things to come, and the sheer pleasure of waking up and looking forward to a new day. I can't tell you what that feels like. Some people take that for granted, and if you do, don't!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one suffers from depression, using the Richter Scale (metaphorically speaking), nothing registers. You feel zilch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just my experience with it and if it differs with anyone else's, well then ......... I am only speaking for myself here. But with the new medication I am taking, I am thanking God that there is medication available to help me feel this way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Doctor tells me that once the medication starts to kick in, then she can help me to find my way back home again. I'm so excited I could burst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate depending on drugs but here's hoping that they won't be forever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-7161197348674426330?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7161197348674426330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=7161197348674426330&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/7161197348674426330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/7161197348674426330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/07/feelingsnothing-more-than-feelings.html' title='Feelings...Nothing More Than Feelings.......'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RpAu2SmnDQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h8Cn66OcCA8/s72-c/HappyUsersLogo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-119829744416169633</id><published>2007-06-30T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:46:41.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rob22CmnDPI/AAAAAAAAAII/s3v1MbpvPZ8/s1600-h/Fwcharit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082020637806365938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rob22CmnDPI/AAAAAAAAAII/s3v1MbpvPZ8/s320/Fwcharit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;In the grand scheme of life......what is really important?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, having a roof over our heads, food on the table, having a job, paying our bills, etc.&lt;br /&gt;What we are not exposed to, doesn't really fit into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture to make us thankful of what we have, or rather what we don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister belongs to a financial institution that lends their help and money to a charity that does wonderful, if not extraordiary, work with this organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is an e-mail she sent to me: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Just wanted to a pass along a picture of a very special little girl who attended the About Face baseball Tournament that was held on Saturday June 23rd".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About Face” raises funds for children with facial differences. The MDM channel supports this charity with a variety of fund-raising activities throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see who the real winner of the day was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is four years old and my sister says she is a doll! After the tournament she was running around saying, "I want to hold the trophy, I want to hold the trophy". She really wanted that trophy!!! Her parents are wonderful people, that's her dad and mom in the front row along with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of my sister and just wanted to share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs Galore!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. I remember when my daughter was growing up, when anything bad happened I used to thank God. Because it could have been so much worse. Sounds corny but it's true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-119829744416169633?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/119829744416169633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=119829744416169633&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/119829744416169633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/119829744416169633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-picture.html' title='The Big Picture'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rob22CmnDPI/AAAAAAAAAII/s3v1MbpvPZ8/s72-c/Fwcharit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3648126485906865471</id><published>2007-06-28T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:41:05.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Deed Goes Awry</title><content type='html'>Princess (my daughter) is big on donating blood. As my iron is always 'iffy, I'm a bit leery. She dragged me to the blood bank last summer and everything went relatively well. My iron was good, they got my blood in record time and afterwards I got up[jumped] from the bed, very pleased with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went over to the table to join her for a spot of tea and well........it was all downhill from there. I started to lose my hearing and everything got very fuzzy. I managed to get to a bed before falling down, then they all came around me, putting wet cloths on my brow, feeding me orange juice, etc.&lt;br /&gt;What a fuss, it was very embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got up the nerve to go again today, as they are advertising they are short of my blood type. All went well again, except this time I had tons of juice and cookies beforehand, to avoid what happened last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was finished today I told them what happened last time, so they kept me longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I was told to swing my legs over the side to get up. So far so good. Then I stood up, felt great, the nurse went away, and all of a sudden my arm started spurting blood all over the place. They had put a gauze pad over the area with a band-aid holding it in place but it did nothing to stop the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was literally gushing, all over the bed, down my arm right to my fingers. It soaked my leather watchband. The nurse rushed over, laid me down again and started wiping up the mess. She had me hold a towel to my arm to stop the flow. She then wrapped some kind of sticky tensor bandage four or five times around my arm to stop the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long I have to leave it on??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RoQK4ymnDMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/j53GDa_04w0/s1600-h/gabriel_byrne_patricia_arquette_stigmata_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081198250353429698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RoQK4ymnDMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/j53GDa_04w0/s320/gabriel_byrne_patricia_arquette_stigmata_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;I probably needed a transfusion myself after all that but they didn't offer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I did get a T-shirt out of the deal. My shirt was covered in blood and they have a policy that if you get blood on your clothes, you get a t-shirt!!! The only one they had was an X-Large and almost down to my knees. (See Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beggars can't be choosers.......&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idiom means that people who are in great need must accept any help that is offered, even if it is not a complete solution to their problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I go again?? Sure, now that I know the "what not to do" stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your day??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3648126485906865471?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3648126485906865471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3648126485906865471&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3648126485906865471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3648126485906865471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-deed-goes-awry.html' title='Good Deed Goes Awry'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RoQK4ymnDMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/j53GDa_04w0/s72-c/gabriel_byrne_patricia_arquette_stigmata_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-5162339517579662375</id><published>2007-06-27T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T18:38:47.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"R" Rated</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080862899306958002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RoLZ4ymnDLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ahO7duT8Xk4/s320/cabot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Do you all have your parents or guardians permission slip to visit my site?&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go with the honour system and believe that you do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabot Trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RoLWaymnDJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/o1kgE6R8yZ8/s1600-h/cabot+tral.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080859085375999122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RoLWaymnDJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/o1kgE6R8yZ8/s320/cabot+tral.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cape Breton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding my post about 8 things about me, I decided to elaborate on # 5.&lt;br /&gt;(See my last post if need be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up on an island, Cape Breton Island in cottage country. Surrounded by the Bras'dor Lakes, in a picturesque world. See the photos above if you have any doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I had a very good friend (from the city) that lived in my neck of the woods for the whole summer. We did everything together, swim, go to teeny bops, hitch hike up to Kelly's Mountain to go to a dance, cover for each other when we were going somewhere "not allowed".&lt;br /&gt;Talk about boys we liked and wanted to date, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drifted apart as we grew older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met the man of my dreams and moved to Toronto. After 6 six years of marriage(controlling), I was ready to move on, with the help of a very kind doctor. Since I was on my own, I didn't go out very much socially.(never) My brother ran into my old friend when she was on vacation in C.B. and gave her my telephone #, telling her to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did. We drank and had fun reminiscing about our childhood memories. It got late and I called my other girlfriend who was looking after my daughter, to tell her I was staying the night. I had no pj's so I just went to bed in my bra and panties. We're all girl's right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's where the "R" rating comes in...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my sleep, I though I was having an erotic dream and I woke up to find my "girlfriend" on top on me, necking with me passionately!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those catholics out there, you'll get a kick out of this. I jumped up and started to pace back and forth, all the while saying, jesus, jesus, jesus. I grabbed the comforter of the bed and went out to the living room and slept on the couch! When I got up the next morning, she was gone to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really weird part of this story was that I pretended it never happened. We got together on other occasions after this and not a word was spoken about it. I still saw her as my close friend as a child and the memories (trouble) we got into together.&lt;br /&gt;But I never got "into" bed with her again!!!!!!!! (I wasn't that naive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS She did some other things after that, that I could forgive but not forget. She was a troubled soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's another "R" posting. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-5162339517579662375?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5162339517579662375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=5162339517579662375&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5162339517579662375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5162339517579662375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/06/r-rated.html' title='&quot;R&quot; Rated'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RoLZ4ymnDLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ahO7duT8Xk4/s72-c/cabot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-7593335163322130051</id><published>2007-06-25T15:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:58:50.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Parts of The Puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RoAaymo3YtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fT_KZEVLr2E/s1600-h/73091416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080089836341650130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RoAaymo3YtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fT_KZEVLr2E/s320/73091416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been tagged by &lt;a title="http://tigeryogi.wordpress.com/" href="http://tigeryogi.wordpress.com/"&gt;Tiger By the Tale&lt;/a&gt;, and have taken the liberty to change the rules. Instead of Pieces of Eight, I have changed it to Three Parts of The puzzle. Simply because the people that have blogs that I would have tagged.......have already been tagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Rules: List 8 things about yourself. At the end of the post, tag and link to 8 (or in my case 3) other people. Leave a comment at those sites, letting them know they’ve been tagged, and asking them to come read the post so they know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well.............here goes I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have a stalker who means me harm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I live under an assumed name because of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I eat my food funny because I was once anorexic and bulimic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I don't think that I am attractive although people tell me I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I once had my best childhood &lt;strong&gt;girlfriend &lt;/strong&gt;come on to me while I was sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I had my daughter when I was very young. I am her best friend and she is mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I miss my mom so much it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I'm afraid of getting into a relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there it is folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now tag..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="http://bunnylynnboofay.blogspot.com/" href="http://bunnylynnboofay.blogspot.com/" modo="true"&gt;Bunny Lynn Boofay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="http://butterflyindisguise.wordpress.com/" href="http://butterflyindisguise.wordpress.com/"&gt;Fly With Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="http://steveswhirlyworld.blogspot.com/" href="http://steveswhirlyworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steve's Whirlyworld&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RoAXnGo3YsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rlvbiQly8f4/s1600-h/73091416.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-7593335163322130051?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7593335163322130051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=7593335163322130051&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/7593335163322130051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/7593335163322130051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/06/three-parts-of-puzzle.html' title='Three Parts of The Puzzle'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RoAaymo3YtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fT_KZEVLr2E/s72-c/73091416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-8623609671712031782</id><published>2007-06-25T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T13:02:54.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerry....My Friend</title><content type='html'>Gerry died this morning...........&lt;br /&gt;They gave him 3 months but he lasted only 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rn_wIGo3YrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nycJcrV3ugo/s1600-h/Gerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080042926708843186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rn_wIGo3YrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nycJcrV3ugo/s320/Gerry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;I'm extremely saddened by this and the only glimmer of happiness that I can retrieve in my mind is that I got to talk to him on Saturday. I sincerely hope that he knew who I was when I was talking to him, I think he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved his computer and the information it allowed him to reach that we normally wouldn't be able to. He loved reading all the newspapers worldwide and then informing us of what was going on in the world. Some, more often than not, were stories that we would not particularly want to hear. He had a very witty and articulate way of posting them on our neighbourhood community site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss him dearly and the fact that we still have his stories to read, will help with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Also, speaking about computers, now I realize how nice it is to have friends online because when I read their posts, it takes my mind away from my troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Blog Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Maggie XXOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-8623609671712031782?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8623609671712031782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=8623609671712031782&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8623609671712031782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8623609671712031782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/06/gerrymy-friend.html' title='Gerry....My Friend'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rn_wIGo3YrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nycJcrV3ugo/s72-c/Gerry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-4089163664697875682</id><published>2007-06-24T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:02:09.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does Your Blog Rate????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rn6FS2o3YqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2vfijJjnwD4/s1600-h/rating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079643988671554210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rn6FS2o3YqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2vfijJjnwD4/s320/rating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating" href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;http://mingle2.com/blog-rating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This here is borrowed from &lt;a title="http://tigeryogi.wordpress.com/" href="http://tigeryogi.wordpress.com/"&gt;Tiger By the Tale&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to borrow a lot of things from you TigerYogi. I hope you don't mind TY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say, Imitation......is the sincerest form of flattery! (xxoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems I'm A VERY, VERY, bad girl!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the no no's that gave me an R rating..........Ifin' I'm a lyin', I'm a dyin'!!&lt;br /&gt;hell (4x)&lt;br /&gt;anal (3x)&lt;br /&gt;pain (2x)&lt;br /&gt;sex (1x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's interesting how they choose to pick up on certain words on your blog and use them to judge you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to them, I'm writing that anal sex causes pain and anyone who engages in it will be going to hell. Or another scenario, having anal sex will send you to hell where you will experience a lot of pain. Either one is absurd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, since when is hell a "bad word"? I personally think this is a conspiracy spearheaded by The Roman Catholic Church!!!! But being the good little Catholic girl that I am, I am saying ten Hail Mary's, ten Our Father's, and 5 Acts of Contrition!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case, you know you can never be too careful. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-4089163664697875682?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4089163664697875682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=4089163664697875682&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4089163664697875682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4089163664697875682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-do-you-rate.html' title='How Does Your Blog Rate????'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rn6FS2o3YqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2vfijJjnwD4/s72-c/rating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-7099621827705389586</id><published>2007-06-23T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T16:06:22.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.......</title><content type='html'>I'm really sad and melancholy today. I just found out that a friend is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend in Toronto told me Gerry has &lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','4','')" href="http://www.emedicine.com/plastic/topic376.htm"&gt;Head and Neck Cancer: Squamous Cell Carcinoma ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give him 3 months but he is only around 70 lbs now so it won't be that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Mt. Sinai (the hospital he's in) this morning. It didn't even sound like him and I hope that he knew who he was talking too. All I could do was give him my love and tell him I was thinking of him every day. It's times like this when I wish I was back in Toronto to spend time and help comfort him. But I'm not.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be a local bar/pub that all the locals went to after work or on the weekends. There was a very eclectic group of people but we all got along. There were professionals, labourers, writers, actors, rednecks, but everyone respected each other for who they were, not what they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerry always had a book in his hand, sitting on a barstool, reading and enjoying his drink and cigarette. Don't get me wrong, he'd always get involved in a conversation that he found interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really knew too much of his past except that he had lived in Japan for quite a number of years. He also has an ex-wife (Japanese) and a son. He is also brilliant, actually genius would be more accurate. We also got the impression that he came from a very wealthy family. Not that he said anything, but he had that air and monies would come from mummy when he needed it.&lt;br /&gt;He worked as a courier and that didn't pay much, but he liked the freedom it gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to try and engage me to join him in &lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','2','')" href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/cryptogram"&gt;cryptograms &lt;/a&gt;that he enjoyed (extremely difficult). For some reason he thought I was smart also!!! I tried and did manage to keep up with him.(Barely) :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have a neighbourhood blog of sorts, called a Community Form, that he is the manager of. It was great for me because I could still stay in touch with everyone from the 'hood, even though I had moved away. He pissed people off because he was always posting intellectual stuff that no one could understand. I always enjoyed his posts though because they were always relevant to what was going on in todays society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a girlfriend that is a dimwit. (once again I'm guessing, no pressure). She says she has her degree in English Lit, but she sure doesn't act it. I'm so worried about him because she does not have a clue on how to help him. He wants to come home to die and she is incapable of handling the situation. Like getting a nurse or caregiver to come in and look after him, monitoring his medications, getting support from the health system, etc. Looking into all these important things are beyond her. It's not that she is overcome with grief, she is just hopeless. I am hoping that the rest of his friends will step in and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to go home........he misses his computer.&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much to ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-7099621827705389586?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7099621827705389586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=7099621827705389586&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/7099621827705389586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/7099621827705389586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/06/friends.html' title='Friends.......'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-6808787657252297462</id><published>2007-06-18T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:42:04.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TWISTED ??</title><content type='html'>I'm way out of element on this topic so feel free to jump in and give me your opinion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll set the stage by describing the people involved........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this adorable young couple as patients. He is twenty, she is nineteen. The young man lost his dad when he was very young, he was killed by a bullet. He looks like a punk rocker but he's not, he has a tattoo of a teardrop below his left eye in memory of his dad. He's drop dead gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;The young girl was given to foster care by her mother when she was twelve. She is a knockout!&lt;br /&gt;She works, he works, they are both a credit to anyone who has grown up in the "system".&lt;br /&gt;She just got a job in a well known restaurant as a line cook and they want to send her away to the best culinary school in the maritimes. At their expense!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, their history has nothing to do with my story but I love these kids so much, I just wanted to brag about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl G, came in as last appointment of today with an abscessed tooth. She saw my boss as I was busy, but that didn't mean I didn't come into her operatory to give her a hug. I asked about M (the boyfriend) and she had quite the story to tell me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems he has not been well due to a testicle problem. Something about a varicose vein leading to one of his testes was causing pain and low sperm count. (They plan on having kids down the road). She continued on to describe his surgery and my boss who doesn't say much, looked to be cringing a bit during our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get back to my patient, but was very curious about all this. G had mentioned that the blood would go into the penis but was not leaving properly. Sure enough, I finished with my patient before G left and had ample opportunity to find out more about this situation.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned into a comical conversation (due to me, I must admit). I was wondering, because if the blood was going down but not up, if he always had an erection. No was the answer, apparently it was the opposite, he had a "hard" time keeping one. Then G started telling us about when he went to emergency and the female doctor was holding his testicles to spot the problem. I don't think it's twisted testicles because.................., she told him. We just went on from there.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part of this story was.......... my boss walked by us "gals" yakkin' about all this and his face was beet red. (He's shy, that kind of stuff embarrasses him). He's still cool though, I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls will be girls, anything that involves penises and pain, we're all ears, and questions!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Remember, we go thru childbirth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is fine now but still asks his girlfriend if she can spot the difference between the size of his testes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked it up and this seems to have been the problem.  &lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','')" title="http://www.kidshealth.org/teen/sexual_health/guys/varicocele.html" href="http://www.kidshealth.org/teen/sexual_health/guys/varicocele.html"&gt;Varicocele&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to all you males out there and can only say in my defense.........&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a silly mood and this is what happened!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Silly Girl].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-6808787657252297462?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6808787657252297462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=6808787657252297462&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6808787657252297462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6808787657252297462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/06/twisted.html' title='TWISTED ??'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-4227326594918622623</id><published>2007-06-15T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:31:51.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mechanical Contrivium</title><content type='html'>Borrowed from &lt;a title="http://tigeryogi.wordpress.com/" href="http://tigeryogi.wordpress.com/"&gt;Tiger By the Tale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The book of Esther in the Bible is the only book which does not mention maggie.&lt;br /&gt;She always was the jealous type!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Only one child in twenty will be born on the day predicted by maggie.&lt;br /&gt;Those odds aren't THAT bad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. About 100 people choke to death on maggie each year.&lt;br /&gt;     I better start watching what I say!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The eye of an ostrich is bigger than maggie.&lt;br /&gt;    That must be some ostrich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Maggie was named after Maggie the taxi driver in Frank Capra's 'It's a Wonderful Life'.&lt;br /&gt;Some people's opinion: Its collectivism starts to look like right-wing populism. It's final message is that there's no place like home. There is no need for elsewhere; a patriot will find everything he needs in home, family and small-town American life.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, yeah...okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The condom - originally made from maggie - was invented in the early 1500s!&lt;br /&gt;Even then I was promoting safe sex but do you think those royals listened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Snow White's coffin was made of maggie!&lt;br /&gt;Spo, you did mention that I sounded like Snow White and the seven ...........&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Forty percent of the world's almonds and twenty percent of the world's peanuts are used in the manufacture of maggie.&lt;br /&gt;That's toooo easy!! Now I know why I'm nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Maggie can be very poisonous if injected intravenously!&lt;br /&gt;But quite harmless if taken in small doses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A thimbleful of maggie would weigh over 100 million tons.&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!!!!I never knew I was that powerful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks TY, it was great fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-4227326594918622623?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4227326594918622623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=4227326594918622623&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4227326594918622623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4227326594918622623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/06/mechanical-contrivium.html' title='The Mechanical Contrivium'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-45298832737328535</id><published>2007-06-12T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:44:13.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Waldo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rm8EP2o3YnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/EY6Q1HDFhXM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075279975481303666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rm8EP2o3YnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/EY6Q1HDFhXM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;After such serious posts, I thought it would be fun to lighten up my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an actual picture taken for a newspaper ad, regarding a table for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was obviously taken by the husband, see if you can tell why. Click on the image to enlarge it if you feel it necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rm76-mo3YmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/J9QiefRkWvU/s1600-h/pic29910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075269783523910242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rm76-mo3YmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/J9QiefRkWvU/s320/pic29910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lighter upper!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman calls her boss one morning and tells him that she is staying home because she is not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a case of anal glaucoma," she says in a weak voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell is anal glaucoma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well", she says, it's a case where .......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't see my ass coming into work today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note.......Have A Great Day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-45298832737328535?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/45298832737328535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=45298832737328535&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/45298832737328535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/45298832737328535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/06/can-you-spot-first-clue.html' title='Where&apos;s Waldo?'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rm8EP2o3YnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/EY6Q1HDFhXM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-5479524206780205480</id><published>2007-06-11T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:36:49.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Because to waste a mind, is to waste a person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I woke up this morning and for the first time in ???? many years, I felt good!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like I was interested in what I was going to do that day. Not only interested but looking forward to it! I can't tell or explain to you what that felt like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I can say is that, I felt like I was my old self again. I'm not naive, I know this may not last but I am sure as hell hoping that it does.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The issues of medication that I spoke with my Doctor about were:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) She increased my regular med because she told me that my body had become too familiar with my present dosage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) With the new dosage, I was more irritable and aggitated. I also take an anti-anxiety med(she did not increase) and it was not working.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) She spoke of another drug I might have to take, in combination with the one I am taking. I was opposed to this, as I am very worried about *cocktails*. I have to work and with my job, I want to be in complete control of myself. The med I am now taking is called a *free drug*, no side affects.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that being said, it has been almost three weeks now on the new dosage, and today I woke up and felt for the first time, it might be working!! YEAH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's weird, you live in this blah world for so long, it's all you expect it will ever be. You really forget what real living and feelings are all about. I don't want to lose this new (even if it's only a peek) look on life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish me luck!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS If the medication is working, now I can continue on to the therapy. They go hand in hand, you can't have one without the other to get well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Another Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is for Heather, just so you would know what I was talking about. I found out about them by coincidence, as my neice loves pretzels and she loves cheese, I bought them for her.&lt;br /&gt;Well............they are to die for, not literally of course but if you are looking for a treat, I would highly recommend them. Yum.....my!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rm2jtGo3YlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8O7ertW-XBs/s1600-h/sandwich_cc_112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074892350387872338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rm2jtGo3YlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8O7ertW-XBs/s320/sandwich_cc_112.jpg" 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/24620880-5479524206780205480?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5479524206780205480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=5479524206780205480&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5479524206780205480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5479524206780205480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/06/mind-is-terrible-thing-to-waste.html' title='The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rm2jtGo3YlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8O7ertW-XBs/s72-c/sandwich_cc_112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3609801210963469313</id><published>2007-06-09T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:45:47.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blister Sisters</title><content type='html'>We are Family........... I got all my sisters with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our brothers call us the *sad blisters*, a spoof on Cinderella's *bad sisters*. There are four of us, three of them (brothers). We were all together this weekend, as our oldest sister was visiting from Newfoundland. It's so nice to come from a loving family where we enjoy each others company. That's kudo's to our mother and father who instilled in us, the values of being kind and good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father died when I was only fourteen, he was 49. My younger brother and sister were ten and six, respectively. My two older sisters are more than a decade older than me and even that much more than the youngest ones. They were already out of the house and doing their thing when Daddy died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom went into a depression at that time because not only did her husband die but her father and mother died during that same year. Depression&lt;strong&gt; can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;potentially&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be a genetic gene passed on apparently, her father had it also. If this is the case, the only one to inherit this wonderful gene in our family was lucky moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: The exact causes of depression are not known. Both genetic and environmental factors may play a role. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The gene -- called 5-HTT (the serotonin transporter gene) -- may be one of several genes that affect susceptibility to depression. Serotonin, a brain chemical messenger, has been implicated in depression. When levels get too low, you get depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two older sisters and I went out shopping and to lunch today, it was wonderful. They are both like mother hens, god love them. I was fine but apprehensive during the day because I had a doctor's appointment at 4:00 p.m. I was not looking forward to it, it was my second appointment with my lady psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first appointment with her two weeks ago was three hours long. I talked about things that I have never discussed with anyone, I felt physically drained when I left her office. Later in the week to follow, I had disturbing dreams about people that I haven't thought about in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wasn't up for that today. Turns out we really just talked about medication because I had some issues with it. I also mentioned to her about my dreams and she said, oh, didn't I tell you that would probably occur. No, I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then explained, that talking about things that I have surpressed, would have that effect on me. I really like her, she's mid fifties, Indian descent, from England and very smart. She's also warm and kind, I can give her a hug when I leave. I'm also very lucky to have her, she doesn't take any new patients' and took me on as a favor to my GP. Hence my saturday appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been floundering along on my own for the past three years with medication and no one to guide me, such as it is in this city because it's so hard to get an appointment with a specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As apprehensive as I may be, I am so very excited that this woman may be able to help me to be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even gives homework but I haven't reached that stage yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I didn't intend to get into all this when I started writing today, it just worked itself in.&lt;br /&gt;Sneaky son of a bee's wax! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3609801210963469313?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3609801210963469313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3609801210963469313&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3609801210963469313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3609801210963469313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/06/blister-sisters.html' title='The Blister Sisters'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-2902379221961294324</id><published>2007-06-06T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T19:04:27.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO</title><content type='html'>I'm 'bout as lazy as a hound dog right now, so I'ma gonna talk about the henhouse. (As Spo poetically put it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  I work &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;next door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to a henhouse and their feathers would be a flyin' later on in the day.&lt;br /&gt;Seems this mornin' the second in command over there, decided she could saunter over to our office, pick up some personal papers of my boss (in his office, on his desk) and photocopy them.&lt;br /&gt;His assistant happened to arrive early and caught her in the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assistant never got the chance to tell him until after lunch, as it was so busy. My boss is so easy going, it takes something really bad to get him goin'. I was there of course, "stirring up the pot", telling him he is so easy going that they take advantage of him. Which is so true!! They think he is a pushover and won't say anything about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL........ there's a rooster in the henhouse now, and he told them what's what! He went next door and told them hens NEVER to go into his office again. He told them some other things too that they were doing had to stop. Was I proud of him? Hell Ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would never have done that before I met him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as my title says...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-2902379221961294324?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2902379221961294324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=2902379221961294324&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2902379221961294324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2902379221961294324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/06/cock-doodle-doo.html' title='COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3108882594076589973</id><published>2007-06-03T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:39:51.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Have A Blog?</title><content type='html'>I'm doing this because Heather, over at &lt;a href="http://butterflyindisguise.wordpress.com/"&gt;Fly With Me&lt;/a&gt;, had the guts to do it!! If you think about it, we say some really personal things on our blogs. Some things I would never say to anyone but a close personal friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I don't have any close friends here with whom I can confide in. I haven't made any. Not that I haven't been asked to partake in outings or parties, quite the contrary. But I don't feel comfortable to do so yet. After three and a half years you would think so, but.......there's something holding me back. That doesn't mean that I'm not lonely. Soooooo, one evening I was online and I happened upon a blog. He was gay but a bit grumpy. (but very interesting) Thru him I found another blog, he was gay and very funny. Thru him I found another blogger, gay, funny, interesting and the rest is history. I got my own blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing for me was that these men were gay and fantastic people, that I would love to have as friends. You see, I have never been on a chat line because to me, that is people looking for more than just friends. Men will be men, my dears. No matter what anyone says, if you chat online or go to straight men's blogs, they will inevitably want .........more that just chatting. I don't know this for a fact, I'm just speaking from my experience with straight men in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I have found the most gracious hospitality of people, that I am proud to call my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Including a wonderful female that I would never have known if not for blogging. &lt;br /&gt;They are there when I feel like ranting or when I am just talking about something that delighted me in my daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you all for keeping me entertained with all your daily events, educating posts, personal experiences, and making my life richer than it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses To You All!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3108882594076589973?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3108882594076589973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3108882594076589973&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3108882594076589973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3108882594076589973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-i-have-blog.html' title='Why I Have A Blog?'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-2736983975384479604</id><published>2007-05-31T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:40:13.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, Things Can Come Back And Bite You In The Ass</title><content type='html'>This is sorta a rant but things worked out so............But I'm going to bore you with the details anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a parking spot in back of our building that belongs to our office but thru the trickle of employee turnovers, another employee in another office muckled on to it with squatters rights. She thought! When anyone else parked there she was vicious, all four feet nothing of her. She held on to that spot with her life. She said the owner (my boss and owner of the building) said she could have it. I spoke with him about it and he said he did no such thing. He doesn't like confrontations so he didn't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a fan in my operatory for the past two years. I found it in the basement and thought it belonged to us. My boss offered to get me an air-conditioner but I declined because the fan was suffice. WELL.........this week I went into work and my fan was GONE!!!! The other office just took it without saying a word to me. Let me just state for the record that the female dentist in that office is a bitch and she has her staff trained to be the same. I really don't know who the fan belonged to but it was the way they dealt with it that pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calmed myself down, went next door(to their office) exaggerated the way I was looking around(so they would get the picture) and said I would like to speak with the hygienist. (The one in MY parking spot). She immediately came over to see me and asked what was up.&lt;br /&gt;I sweetly told her that I was car shopping and that I was giving her notice 'til the end of the week, that she could no longer park there. I was very nice about it. She rattled on about how she inherited it but I said that was irrelevant. Not a happy camper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss bought me the most beautiful fan (it even has a remote) that same evening, and left it outside my operatory with a big bow on it. For me to find the next morning. Sweet is his middle name!&lt;br /&gt;He also told me that the hygienist in question, had called him at home the previous nite and offered to pay rent for the parking spot. What a jerk huh? "I'd love to rent you a spot", he said, "but I don't have one available".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that? Pardon the pun. (fan and all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they weren't such assholes about the fan, I probably wouldn't have said anything, hence my title for this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-2736983975384479604?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2736983975384479604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=2736983975384479604&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2736983975384479604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2736983975384479604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes-things-can-come-back-and-bite.html' title='Sometimes, Things Can Come Back And Bite You In The Ass'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-6534353483076472343</id><published>2007-05-29T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T19:27:53.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Only Six Once!!!!</title><content type='html'>Saturday, Sophia and I started the day(morning) by dropping in to my office to check out the Treasure Chest!!! She picked out lots of fun things.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were off to the local Kermesse Fun fair that takes place once a year to raise funds for the local children's hospital. What a blast!&lt;br /&gt;They had so many things to do, face painting and fun games to play with great prizes. She won a loot and had a ball. Her favorite was this one. You put on a vest(much to big for her) attached to a bungy cord and see how far you can get(run) before the bungy cord pulls you back.&lt;br /&gt;What a hoot to watch her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlyqAkXXD8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/pQxHiTIv120/s1600-h/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070114207250714562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlyqAkXXD8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/pQxHiTIv120/s320/IMG_0436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a cat painted on her face.&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;Then when we got home her aunt (my older sister) took us to lunch at a nice restaurant. She misbehaved a bit, but I think that was because my sister and I were talking and she got bored.&lt;br /&gt;Later we went out to get a movie to watch that evening. We both fell asleep in the middle of it. :) Fat Albert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we had chocolate and minature marshmallows pancakes for breakfast. With bacon of course, she loves crispy bacon. Then we went out and found a carwash to wash her daddies car. That took a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a picnic (we picked up McDonalds on our way home) outside on the deck. They don't have their patio furniture out yet, so we set it up on the upper level and sat on the steps. Correction, I sat on the steps, Sophia sat on the plastic tablecloth. Later on she remarked how hot it was, and I said, yes it is darling. She had her bathing suit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cracked up laughing, SHE was sitting on plastic, no wonder she was hot!!&lt;br /&gt;I put some napkins under her bum and it was better.&lt;br /&gt;Then later I mentioned she had to wipe her mouth with one of them.&lt;br /&gt;I was joking but she didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;I can't she said, "I farted on it".&lt;br /&gt;I cracked up again, she's at that age where she knows she's supposed to say "poofed" or "tooted", but she gets a kick out of the F(arted) word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to her last nite and she said she misses me soooo much. She said whenever she walks by my empty bedroom she cries.&lt;br /&gt;God love her, she is so sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what being six is all about, and it only happens once!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-6534353483076472343?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6534353483076472343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=6534353483076472343&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6534353483076472343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6534353483076472343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/05/youre-only-six-once.html' title='You&apos;re Only Six Once!!!!'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlyqAkXXD8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/pQxHiTIv120/s72-c/IMG_0436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-4886540382716081859</id><published>2007-05-25T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:21:29.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>I'm not at home, I have been at my sister's since tuesday evening, house sitting and babysitting my six year old neice. What an experience this has been. Don't get me wrong, I love her dearly and she is a doll but very time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She considers me her personal play toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to sleep with me every nite and I don't have the heart to deny her that. Last nite I had her, the two cats, and Rosey in my bed. I was tired and when I was reading her a bedtime story, she was interacting with all the animals, it was tooooo much. I told her she was going to have to go to her own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well........she started to cry and I told her she had to be a good girl then. Thru all the sobbing, she wailed, "I'm doing the best that I can".  She'd make a good politican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I picked her up at school on Wednesday she asked me if her parents were still home. No, I said, they're gone. YEAH, she said.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I go to the bathroom, I have the three animals and Sophia in there with me. No rest for the wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I made a deal with her tonite, so that I could have some alone time (hence my being able to blog). Tomorrow is a big day, tons of activities for us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, it is actually a pleasure to be online and catch up with my favororite bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks A Million&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-4886540382716081859?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4886540382716081859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=4886540382716081859&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4886540382716081859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4886540382716081859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/05/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-4153107346016347171</id><published>2007-05-21T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T16:00:57.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pugalicious Photos from Maddie</title><content type='html'>He's got the cup but where's the (flying) saucer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlHs9kXXD5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/3OE4I6Qmu4M/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067091598246350738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlHs9kXXD5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/3OE4I6Qmu4M/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dog and His Bone(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlHsiUXXD4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/yPiAX2vnaAw/s1600-h/pugf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067091130094915458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlHsiUXXD4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/yPiAX2vnaAw/s320/pugf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlHsOUXXD3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/M5CC8Pw3JXQ/s1600-h/maddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-4153107346016347171?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4153107346016347171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=4153107346016347171&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4153107346016347171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4153107346016347171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/05/pugalicious.html' title='Pugalicious Photos from Maddie'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlHs9kXXD5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/3OE4I6Qmu4M/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-4634535929193128937</id><published>2007-05-21T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T15:44:25.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweeties</title><content type='html'>I have a neice and nephew (twins) in Cape Breton that e-mail me to keep in touch. They are eight now but have been doing so since they were six. Callum is a bit AWOL with his writing (he's my soul mate) but Maddie drops me a line regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this e-mail yesterday from Maddie ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Subject: I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Aunt Maggie How are you doing?I am fine.I hope Rosie is doing good.Whats new with you?Irene is getting Big! And she still bites and it hurts alot! I hope you like these pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;See photos Above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene is a puppy that they got in March. Irene is also the name of their grandmother that died in December/06. Three months earlier! At first I was taken aback, not k&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlHqBEXXD2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t8sUy3QQhO8/s1600-h/maddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nowing what to make of the name calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I thought about it for awhile, I realized that it was very appropriate. Their grandmother(mother's mom) was a such a kind and gentle soul she would have loved it. The twins are also sensitive and loving, so I'm sure they had their own logic for the honour they bestowed upon the puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya gotta love kids, they have their own way of looking at the world........ thru innocent eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have A Groovy day!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-4634535929193128937?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4634535929193128937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=4634535929193128937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4634535929193128937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4634535929193128937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-sweeties.html' title='My Sweeties'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-1876616315744834233</id><published>2007-05-20T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T13:18:37.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of You All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINKING BLOGGER AWARDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heather over at , &lt;a href="http://butterflyindisguise.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fly With Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, honoured me with this award and I would like to take the time to respond with my own. I have very few and selected bloggers that I choose to share my time with,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;simply&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because that's just the way I am. I am the same way with friends, if I have too many, I can't give as much of myself as I would like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That being said, I am going beyond the five allotted and they are in random order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlCaakXXDzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oLi5eTo93Po/s1600-h/thinkingblogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066719362020740914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlCaakXXDzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oLi5eTo93Po/s320/thinkingblogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://bunnylynnboofay.blogspot.com/" href="http://bunnylynnboofay.blogspot.com/" modo="true"&gt;Bunny Lynn Boofay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Glamour Goddess of The Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And what a Glamorous Gal she is! Whenever I read about her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;escapades, be it at the trailer park or Walmart, I just smile and life doesn't seem so bad. She is a genuine true treasure in every sense of the word. I love you Bunny and please never stop entertaining us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Huggs, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlCaQkXXDyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uzSXHZPf12E/s1600-h/thinkingblogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066719190222049058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlCaQkXXDyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uzSXHZPf12E/s320/thinkingblogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://butterflyindisguise.wordpress.com/"&gt;Fly With Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If there ever was a Supermom, this is your girl. She runs a tight ship and makes sure it sails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She is so honest in her writing, I sometimes think, "is she for real". She's real alright and is definitely someone I would be honored to have as a friend. She's also very funny and you have to be on your toes to get where she is coming from. Smart Woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep on rockin' us in the real world with your wonderful posts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlCaE0XXDxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/troVuvbTDNU/s1600-h/thinkingblogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066718988358586130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlCaE0XXDxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/troVuvbTDNU/s320/thinkingblogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://steveswhirlyworld.blogspot.com/" href="http://steveswhirlyworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steve's Whirlyworld&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now here's a guy that makes us believe that anything is possible. He is always positive and postive things happen to him. Good friends, jobs, travel, selling and buying homes, come as natural to him as breathing. Good Karma follows him because he allows it too. We can learn a lot from him. Sometimes good things do happen to good people. Cheers Steve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlCZ3kXXDwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4XqPh-eev2I/s1600-h/thinkingblogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066718760725319426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlCZ3kXXDwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4XqPh-eev2I/s320/thinkingblogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://tigeryogi.wordpress.com/" href="http://tigeryogi.wordpress.com/"&gt;Tiger By the Tale&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahhhhh, TigerYogi. What would we do without him? He keeps me constantly entertained with his wit and wonderful way with words. He can take an ordinary day and spin it into a delicious television soap opera. My favorite (and most everyone) are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; his tales off "Mumsy"and his dysfunctional in-laws. I think you have a "pilot" for a sitcom there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We Love You. (We really do!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlCZsEXXDvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bhmeTZWmbCM/s1600-h/thinkingblogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066718563156823794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlCZsEXXDvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bhmeTZWmbCM/s320/thinkingblogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://greedymaelstrom.wordpress.com/" href="http://greedymaelstrom.wordpress.com/"&gt;Greedy Maelstrom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lemuel, a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s Elizabeth Barrett Browning said......How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emotionally of course not physically. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is a gentleman who is so open and honest with his feelings, it's hard not to open up to him. He actually cares about us and in return his feelings are reciprocated many times over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is a kind and gentle soul that I truly admire. That's a Wrap and a Hug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlCZfEXXDuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/a1e7Vddwyng/s1600-h/thinkingblogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066718339818524386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlCZfEXXDuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/a1e7Vddwyng/s320/thinkingblogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="http://sporeflections.wordpress.com/" href="http://sporeflections.wordpress.com/" target="_blank" modo="true"&gt;Spo-Reflections [Ur-Spo]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is a man that is stressed to the max with his job and still finds time to spend with his many readers daily. I find that amazing! He shares with us his wisdom and knowledge that enrich our lives and hopefuly makes us better human beings. He's very down to earth and explains the psyche in words that we can easily understand. That's not easy to do but he manages to do so effortlessly. For that I thank you Spo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He can also carry off a Bow-tie with flair. Not too many guys can do that!&lt;/span&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/24620880-1876616315744834233?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1876616315744834233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=1876616315744834233&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1876616315744834233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1876616315744834233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/05/thinking-of-you-all.html' title='Thinking of You All'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RlCaakXXDzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oLi5eTo93Po/s72-c/thinkingblogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-7299498982358287967</id><published>2007-05-18T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T17:01:22.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell To Falwell</title><content type='html'>This is for my friend TY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say a picture is worth a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rk4RnUXXDqI/AAAAAAAAADw/WsHepKiDzI8/s1600-h/a941_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066005998017646242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rk4RnUXXDqI/AAAAAAAAADw/WsHepKiDzI8/s320/a941_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this one says it all!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-7299498982358287967?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7299498982358287967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=7299498982358287967&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/7299498982358287967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/7299498982358287967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/05/farewell-to-falwell.html' title='Farewell To Falwell'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rk4RnUXXDqI/AAAAAAAAADw/WsHepKiDzI8/s72-c/a941_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3652782385270972581</id><published>2007-05-18T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T17:09:44.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil Incarnate</title><content type='html'>Remember the urban legend where the babysitter was high on drugs and thought the baby was a turkey? Then the parents came home to find it in the oven cooking. That story was not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well............this story is not an urban legend, it's a nightmare that's real. I still haven't come to terms with the bastard that did it. Lock him up and throw away the key is my first thought but better yet, just let good ole' Texas take care of him. I hope he rots in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rk3vCUXXDpI/AAAAAAAAADo/EgJGeUDzQL0/s1600-h/20070518091609990009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065967978967142034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rk3vCUXXDpI/AAAAAAAAADo/EgJGeUDzQL0/s320/20070518091609990009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GALVESTON, Texas (AP) - The state has taken custody of a 2-month-old who was burned after police say her father put her in a microwave oven, officials said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Children's Protective Services took custody of the child Tuesday, the day her father, 19-year-old Joshua Royce Mauldin of Warren, Ark., was arrested on a charge of felony injury to a child, CPS spokeswoman Gwen Carter said. The baby will be placed in foster care once she's released from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carter said CPS has asked that no family member be allowed to visit the child at Galveston's Shriners Burns Hospital, where physicians from the University of Texas Medical Branch have performed two skin grafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.channels.aol.ca/news/article.adp?id=20070208130009990001"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child suffered burns on the left side of her face and to her left hand, police said.&lt;br /&gt;Galveston County District Attorney Kurt Sistrunk said he had seen photographs of the child's injuries. "They clearly met the definition of serious bodily injury," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Galveston County grand jury indicted Mauldin on Wednesday after hearing evidence that he placed his daughter in a microwave at a motel for 10 to 20 seconds last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mauldin, who said he came to Galveston with his wife and mother because he was called to be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"preacher"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, told police on May 10 that he put his daughter in the microwave because he was under stress. The family had arrived in Galveston the day before.&lt;br /&gt;Police have said the mother and grandmother remain under investigation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3652782385270972581?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3652782385270972581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3652782385270972581&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3652782385270972581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3652782385270972581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/05/devil-incarnate.html' title='Devil Incarnate'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rk3vCUXXDpI/AAAAAAAAADo/EgJGeUDzQL0/s72-c/20070518091609990009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-8078463805013640520</id><published>2007-05-11T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T17:48:24.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RkTbr1l_ejI/AAAAAAAAADg/n0Qy0_KQLII/s1600-h/200px-Oscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063413427238566450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RkTbr1l_ejI/AAAAAAAAADg/n0Qy0_KQLII/s320/200px-Oscar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE OSCAR!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;a title="Oscar Wilde" href="http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Oscar_Wilde"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/a&gt; on Writer's Block&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, so they get in the ship... and...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Writer's Block Act of 1897 was a bill passed by the senate that decreed all writers who have writer's block will...(follow up on this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...........here come the suck police!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Sir, did you write this?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why yes I did!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well it sucks, you're going to jail!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like I'm a writer.&lt;br /&gt;There's no excuse for not writing every day, but mine is, I really don't have anything interesting to say. Some people have the knack to make their ordinary day seem quite interesting to read, I don't have that knack. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fairly good day, went to work, went shopping, came home, took Rosey for a walk, made chili for supper. Ahhhhh! There's something I can tell you about, the secret to chili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told this by a very cute Scot (a patient) a few years ago. Not only was he adorable but the accent, ohhhh, the accent would make you want to eat whatever he made. BUT, the secret to it is&lt;strong&gt; CHOCOLATE!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;How great is that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss my little Scot, he used to tell me the weirdest things when he was under nitrous oxide. Sometimes he would come in for his appointment in the morning and not been home from the nite before. Under the influence, he'd start telling me about his escapades from the nite before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We'd always have a hug (&lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','4','')" title="http://www.websters-online-dictionary.org/Pl/Platonic+love.html" href="http://www.websters-online-dictionary.org/Pl/Platonic+love.html"&gt;PLATONIC LOVE&lt;/a&gt;), after his appointment. He was a sweetie and I do miss him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, I got sidetracked there for a minute, sorry! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have A Great Weekend!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-8078463805013640520?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8078463805013640520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=8078463805013640520&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8078463805013640520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8078463805013640520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/05/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RkTbr1l_ejI/AAAAAAAAADg/n0Qy0_KQLII/s72-c/200px-Oscar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-4950029721301086259</id><published>2007-05-06T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:40:22.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Meme or Not to Meme, That is the question!</title><content type='html'>I can't help myself, it's an addiction. What would they call it? M.A. (Meme Anonymous)&lt;br /&gt;I'm signing up tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meme was *borrowed* from Lemuel, whom I admire dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things That Scare Me&lt;br /&gt;1. Enclosed Spaces (I'm claustrophobic)&lt;br /&gt;2. Someone knocking on my door (unexpected)&lt;br /&gt;3. Spiders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three People Who Make Me Laugh&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Walken&lt;br /&gt;2. Norm MacDonald (in his early years)&lt;br /&gt;3. John Lithgow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Love&lt;br /&gt;1. My daughter&lt;br /&gt;2. My neices and nephews (the little ones)&lt;br /&gt;3. Rosey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Hate&lt;br /&gt;1. Being depressed&lt;br /&gt;2. Rudeness&lt;br /&gt;3. Arrogance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Don’t Understand&lt;br /&gt;1. Politics and it's philosophy&lt;br /&gt;2. People who don't understand that mental illness is a disease.&lt;br /&gt;3. Racism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things On My Desk&lt;br /&gt;1. Medical journals&lt;br /&gt;2. Forms to fill out.........yuck!&lt;br /&gt;3. Patients files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die&lt;br /&gt;1. See my daughter happy and settled&lt;br /&gt;2. Have grandchildren ( I'm told that's unlikely), I hoping for the *faint hope* clause.&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Can Do&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a great mother&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a good cook&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm very good at my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Can’t Do&lt;br /&gt;1. Sing&lt;br /&gt;2. Paint( pictures)&lt;br /&gt;3. Hold a grudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Think You Should Listen To&lt;br /&gt;1. Iz Kamakawiwo'ole, *Somewhere Over The Rainbow*&lt;br /&gt;2. Ella Fitzgerald &amp; Louis Armstrong, *Let's Call The Whole Thing Off*&lt;br /&gt;3. Cab Calloway, *Minnie The Moocher*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Should Never Listen To&lt;br /&gt;1. The News&lt;br /&gt;2. Don Imus&lt;br /&gt;3. Gossip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I’d Like To Learn&lt;br /&gt;1. Paint&lt;br /&gt;2. Ride a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;3. How to find a good man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheese&lt;br /&gt;2. Scallops&lt;br /&gt;3. Any curry dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Regret&lt;br /&gt;1. Meeting the wrong men in my life&lt;br /&gt;2. Staying with the wrong men in my life&lt;br /&gt;3. Letting the wrong men in my life, still affect my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-4950029721301086259?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4950029721301086259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=4950029721301086259&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4950029721301086259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4950029721301086259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-meme-or-not-to-meme-that-is-question.html' title='To Meme or Not to Meme, That is the question!'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-4614406941027106064</id><published>2007-05-02T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:29:12.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time After Time</title><content type='html'>First of all, I love the song done by Cyndi Lauper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, I love the meme done by Ur-Spo............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1AM  In which time zone do you live?&lt;br /&gt;            Atlantic Daylight Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 AM What time do you get up in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;            6:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 AM Is there are time of day that is your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;           5:00 p.m. Time to go home from work and get on with the rest of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4AM A ‘waste of time’ for you is…&lt;br /&gt;          Waiting in line-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5AM Do you have a favorite timepiece?“&lt;br /&gt;          A watch I have that has my surname on it, along with my scottish clan tartan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6AM What has been the best time of your life so far?&lt;br /&gt;           The birth of my daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;AM If you could save time in a bottle, you would….&lt;br /&gt;          Save the moment when I was waiting for the nurse to bring me my baby daughter, the &lt;br /&gt;          morning after she was born.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;8AM I have no time for….&lt;br /&gt;           Hypocrites or anyone who thinks they are better than anyone else because they have a &lt;br /&gt;           higher education or more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9AM This takes you more time than the usual person to do…&lt;br /&gt;          Eating. I'm a slow eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10AM What time in history would you go to visit?&lt;br /&gt;            I would like to see England during the Elizabethan age.(same as Spo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11AM What was the worst time of your life?&lt;br /&gt;            Wow, this is a tough one. I guess I have to say my last relationship. He took so much of&lt;br /&gt;            my personal strength, it's been hard to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12PM For a good time, I do the following….&lt;br /&gt;            Another tough one, I haven't really had "a good time" for so long, it's hard to think of one.&lt;br /&gt;            Talking to my daughter is definitely top of my list. Spending time with my neice and&lt;br /&gt;            nephew, walking Rosey.&lt;br /&gt;            Actually I just thought of it! Being free to do whatever I want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-4614406941027106064?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4614406941027106064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=4614406941027106064&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4614406941027106064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/4614406941027106064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-after-time.html' title='Time After Time'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3003936030976415400</id><published>2007-04-28T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:58:53.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DNA  Art and "O Brother" Where Art Thou</title><content type='html'>I just found out about this art and think it's so cool. You can have it done of a loved one, be it human or animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find out about it here: &lt;a title="http://www.dna11.com/" href="http://www.dna11.com/"&gt;http://www.dna11.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RjOAmVl_eiI/AAAAAAAAADY/_uOmvC8298Y/s1600-h/pic_bedroom_orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058528202587077154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RjOAmVl_eiI/AAAAAAAAADY/_uOmvC8298Y/s320/pic_bedroom_orange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;DNA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RjOAVll_ehI/AAAAAAAAADQ/P3KZPPxUEoY/s1600-h/pic_fingerprint_couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058527914824268306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RjOAVll_ehI/AAAAAAAAADQ/P3KZPPxUEoY/s320/pic_fingerprint_couch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;FINGERPRINT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of a loved one (helleva segue), Rosey and I walked to the grocery store a few days ago and I tied her leash right outside the store near where the parcel pick up place is. There is always a young guy there that puts groceries in the cars. I know most of them and always ask them to watch Rosey for me. ( I also give them a tip when I return ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have a lot of groceries I call a taxi to take us home. Well, I came out of the store and as I am waiting for the cab, I pick up Rosey to hug her and give her a treat for being such a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere this woman comes up to me and proceeds to tell me the dangers of leaving a pet alone. How she noticed how friendly Rosey is and how so many people came up to her and were petting her while I was in the store. I tried to tell her that I had someone watching her but she was adament that I was being careless. Then she continued to tell me that the way I picked Rosey up was jeopardizing her health. She told me I should pick her up by her bum, that way I wouldn't pull her front legs out of their socket. (I pick Rosey up underneath her front legs by her ribcage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling my older sister about this woman later that evening and she asked me if I told her to "f**k" off. No, I said, because if I allowed myself to get angry at her interference it would just upset me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more important? Her assholitis or my well being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only query is .....why was she watching Rosey and then me for so long?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3003936030976415400?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3003936030976415400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3003936030976415400&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3003936030976415400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3003936030976415400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/04/dna-art-and-other-stuff.html' title='DNA  Art and &quot;O Brother&quot; Where Art Thou'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RjOAmVl_eiI/AAAAAAAAADY/_uOmvC8298Y/s72-c/pic_bedroom_orange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-6655212005232635039</id><published>2007-04-26T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:31:06.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a Little Dream</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be an imaginary meme. The questions start with..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you could:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Live anywhere in the world, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;    French Riviera (Remember this is imaginary )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have any job, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;    Forensic Science Medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a date with any actor/actress, who would it be with?&lt;br /&gt;    Christopher Walken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who would you want to look like?&lt;br /&gt;    Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Whose brain would you like to have?&lt;br /&gt;    Emilie de Breteuil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you rather be a famous Singer, Author, Actor or Artist(painter)?&lt;br /&gt;    Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have a farm, what five animals would you have on it?&lt;br /&gt;    Baby ducks, baby chicks, 1 baby goat, 1 baby pig, 1 baby cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Own a famous painting, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;    The Last Supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have your dream wedding, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;    On a beach in the Carribean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have your last meal on earth, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;      (Lot's of) Baked Scallops, coated with breadcrumbs and dotted with butter and lemon juice.&lt;br /&gt;       Caesar Salad on the side (easy on the dressing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Afterthought!&lt;br /&gt;      Be any superhero, who would you be?&lt;br /&gt;      Superman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-6655212005232635039?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6655212005232635039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=6655212005232635039&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6655212005232635039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6655212005232635039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/04/dream-little-dream.html' title='Dream a Little Dream'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-6600910245154643209</id><published>2007-04-25T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:02:47.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Thing</title><content type='html'>I have had both, cats and now a dog, Rosey. The following exerpts are supposed to be humorous but I find them very accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the pet lovers that you are I thought you would enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Excerpts from a Dog's Diary*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Excerpts from a Cat's Diary*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 983 of my captivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They&lt;br /&gt;dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or&lt;br /&gt;some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations&lt;br /&gt;perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my&lt;br /&gt;strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an&lt;br /&gt;attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.  I&lt;br /&gt;had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly&lt;br /&gt;demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending&lt;br /&gt;comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed&lt;br /&gt;in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could&lt;br /&gt;hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due&lt;br /&gt;to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use&lt;br /&gt;it to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my&lt;br /&gt;tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this&lt;br /&gt;again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The&lt;br /&gt;dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be&lt;br /&gt;more than willing to return. He is obviously mentally disabled. The bird has got to&lt;br /&gt;be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am&lt;br /&gt;certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective&lt;br /&gt;custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-6600910245154643209?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6600910245154643209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=6600910245154643209&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6600910245154643209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6600910245154643209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-favorite-thing.html' title='My Favorite Thing'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-8051901141268147455</id><published>2007-04-23T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T14:47:25.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbours</title><content type='html'>It's so easy for a Canadian to point their finger at The United States and say bad, bad America. Especially when it comes to tragic events such as Virginia Tech. Those crazy americans and their [lack of] gun control laws. I agree completely that their laws about guns should be changed, but regarding the school massacres, people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of similar situations that have taken place here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','2','')" title="http://www.canada.com/topics/news/story.html?id=" href="http://www.canada.com/topics/news/story.html?id=56cd4afe-edd6-4253-ae52-698ef78e7712"&gt;Past Canadian school shootings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to take note of the one in 1975. It was the first school massacre to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three killed and thirteen injured in the 1975 Brampton school shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teenager in Brampton, Ontario, Canada, Michael Slobodian, started killing people at his high school because he was fed up with life and wanted to get back at 2 teachers for reprimanding him about skipping class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an recent update from one of the students that was there............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's always there, lurking in the recesses of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Weitendorf might have repressed her memories of being pursued by a gunman trudging through the hallways of her high school on a shooting rampage. She's shoved deep into her psyche the terror of that moment, the shock she felt when a bullet fragment ricocheted off a wall and lodged in her left hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to this day – 32 years later – it affects her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada's Gun Laws .................&lt;a title="http://panda.com/canadaguns/#blame" href="http://panda.com/canadaguns/#blame"&gt;When in trouble, blame the US&lt;/a&gt; :-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tragedy where or when these massacres take place. Do gun laws really make a difference?(In these situations). If someone is determined, they can and will get a gun. This is obvious because &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; still have them, even &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gun control laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts and prayers go out to the people at Virginia Tech and their families. This is another "why" question for which no one has an answer. One of our own, from Nova Scotia was murdered there, she was a French professor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-8051901141268147455?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8051901141268147455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=8051901141268147455&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8051901141268147455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8051901141268147455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/04/canadas-dirty-little-secrets.html' title='Neighbours'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-2178562449309248903</id><published>2007-04-21T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T16:04:19.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepsake</title><content type='html'>As I've mentioned before, my nephew Yurij (godson) is in a band. He plays the guitar and has just bought &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he has been saving for. ($700 or $800) He is a big fan of classic old rock bands. Def Leopard, Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, etc. He's only fourteen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've also said, he and his family are moving away to Ontario in June. I will miss him and his sister(I'll talk about her at a later date) very much. Upon observation, I noticed that a lot of "rock stars" wear choker necklaces made out of leather or similar material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this for him yesterday in the hopes that he will wear it and remember me when he does.&lt;br /&gt;He is a teenager so who knows but he usually likes the things that I give him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is very important and all we have of them when they are not around are memories, something given or kept; a memento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RiphC4iqF0I/AAAAAAAAACo/d63JahdaikY/s1600-h/IMG_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055960233842186050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RiphC4iqF0I/AAAAAAAAACo/d63JahdaikY/s320/IMG_0390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it went over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;It's 15 degrees celsius here (59 Fahrenheit for you 'mericans) but that's downright balmy compared to last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend and ya'll enjoy yourselves, ya hear me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-2178562449309248903?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2178562449309248903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=2178562449309248903&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2178562449309248903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2178562449309248903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/04/keepsake.html' title='Keepsake'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RiphC4iqF0I/AAAAAAAAACo/d63JahdaikY/s72-c/IMG_0390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-1743552843062508651</id><published>2007-04-16T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T13:27:50.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gentle Giant</title><content type='html'>My sister, my neice and nephew went to a cat show this past weekend. They are cat people and already have a beautiful chocolate brown persian. Well........ I was speaking with my neice yesterday and she told me they were getting a Maine Coon cat.&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't understand her, as she has a bit of a baby lisp, and I thought she said main toon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeated main toon until she got exasperated with me and said, "say main", I said main, "now say coon" she said, I said coon. "Now say them together", she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty bad when a six year old has to break down the pronounciation for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out it's still up in the air because the breeder might want to keep the two kittens for themselves. They'll find out Friday. These cats can get to be pretty big but they are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and highly intelligent. My sister has been interested in them for a while now. We'll see, the kids already have a name. Sahara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said the one at the cat show was twice the size of Rosey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RiOkiuV2d6I/AAAAAAAAACg/b4nV1iOcGj0/s1600-h/maine+coon+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054064123302016930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RiOkiuV2d6I/AAAAAAAAACg/b4nV1iOcGj0/s320/maine+coon+cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;(I don't think it's going to be a lap cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, speaking of Rosey................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RiOiheV2d3I/AAAAAAAAACI/4abwxQZd7kU/s1600-h/sleepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054061902803924850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RiOiheV2d3I/AAAAAAAAACI/4abwxQZd7kU/s320/sleepy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My baby is sick with a cold. It's all my fault too!! I have to keep my windows open because I can't stand stale air. I didn't realize that she couldn't deal with cold air because I don't have fur on me and I am able to. It might not be just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a sweet little girl who doesn't complain about anything. I was reading Urspo's blog today and he mentioned how *queer*(odd) people are about their pets. (He just had a scattering of ashes ceremony for his precious Kitty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are just sensitive and kind people that don't limit our love to those with two legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-1743552843062508651?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1743552843062508651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=1743552843062508651&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1743552843062508651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1743552843062508651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/04/gentle-giant.html' title='The Gentle Giant'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RiOkiuV2d6I/AAAAAAAAACg/b4nV1iOcGj0/s72-c/maine+coon+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3558795355311227618</id><published>2007-04-13T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T15:26:42.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Go Bump............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rh_OFOV2d2I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZjDbB1ymhUo/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052983896077399906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rh_OFOV2d2I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZjDbB1ymhUo/s320/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;Lucky Friday The 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture does not show the actual egg sized lump on my head, so you will have to take my word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was in the shower and decided to change my mesh loofah sponge for a new one. As I threw the old one over my shoulder, over the curtain rod, the rubber bathmat slid under my feet and I ended up falling backwards out of the tub, onto the towels on the floor and my head went slamming against the radiator. I didn't get knocked out but got the shit scared out of me. (not literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckly I had a Dr's appointment at noon and had him check it out. He said as long as I hadn't blacked out I should be okay. I was worried about a concussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the fact that I had three thick bath towels on the floor that I fell on saved my ass too.&lt;br /&gt;What it really made me think about was that I have heard a number of people that have died from serious falls in the shower. Especially people who live alone and no one finds them until days later. Scarey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay, bruised but alive! The number thirteen has always been lucky for me and once again I embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Friday the 13th has been good to you all also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS The really weird thing too is that the shower curtain wasn't even torn as I fell out, it just went along for the ride. :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3558795355311227618?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3558795355311227618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3558795355311227618&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3558795355311227618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3558795355311227618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-that-go-bump.html' title='Things That Go Bump............'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rh_OFOV2d2I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZjDbB1ymhUo/s72-c/IMG_0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-5935871615871493200</id><published>2007-04-09T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:12:55.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in a Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RhpdgKL_wZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3s2tnqe1mag/s1600-h/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051452739121299858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RhpdgKL_wZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3s2tnqe1mag/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday Afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had hardly any snow all winter and now when it's supposed to be spring...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of my street, notice the stop sign is lopsided. That is thanks to one of the many drunken students that live in the neighborhood. They enjoy (for some reason) destroying stuff. If it's not a glass bus shelter or people's plants and trees, they actually haul sign posts out of the ground that are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cemented&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Bob's house. He is a neighbor that had two dogs(miniature schnauzers), now he has one and she is sick with congestive heart failure. His other one Lobo died 4 months ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bob is a lawyer, divorced and looking... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months ago I was out walking Rosey and he asked me if I liked wine and what I was doing on Saturday nite. I went into panic mode, ahhhhh....."I'm going to my sisters and I don't like wine" I said. (I wasn't and I like wine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Christmas time I was out walking Rosey and Bob was out with Abbey(his dog) and he asked me in to show me his tree and house. I felt sorry for him because Christmas can be such a lonely time so I went in but I did not stick around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has this walking buddy, a female who has a schnauzer also. Whenever I run into them, she has a face like she is sucking on a lemon when she sees me. She also never says hello to me. I want to say, "lady, you don't have to worry about me", but she is such a bitch I might just start being more attentive to Bob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That wouldn't be fair to Bob though, but I might just. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-5935871615871493200?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5935871615871493200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=5935871615871493200&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5935871615871493200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5935871615871493200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/04/walking-in-winter-wonderland.html' title='Walking in a Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RhpdgKL_wZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3s2tnqe1mag/s72-c/IMG_0377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-9063839536665399255</id><published>2007-04-06T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T12:58:29.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Fry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RhZ7HqL_wWI/AAAAAAAAABg/_R-DjP-mhRo/s1600-h/station4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050359403656495458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RhZ7HqL_wWI/AAAAAAAAABg/_R-DjP-mhRo/s320/station4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RhZ6FaL_wVI/AAAAAAAAABY/0yN8RrC-4nk/s1600-h/station4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Station of The Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus  Meets His Blessed Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those non catholics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Friday on which the church keeps the anniversary of the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a modern tradition, many Catholics (and members of other Christian denominations as well) will only eat fish on Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only a holiday now but used to be so much more. I went to a catholic school with nuns as teachers. The school was also right next door to the church, so we had to go to every mass and attend every funeral that took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day, everytime I smell incense, I see the priest shaking the thurible (a metal censer(container) suspended from chains, in which incense is burned during worship services), walking around someone's coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday was my favorite mass. As a small child I was mesmerized by the priest's attire.&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful muticolored cloaks he wore(vestments), the regal mitra simplex (fancy hat) and holding this big cross in his hands as he went to each wonderous picture. (The Stations of the Cross).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a fixation with these pictures (not a fetish Spo) and would love to have them on my walls .&lt;br /&gt;They are closing down quite a few churches these days so maybe I might get lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow "their loss my gain" doesn't seem appropiate". Will I go to hell? ( That ole' catholic guilt trip ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-9063839536665399255?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/9063839536665399255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=9063839536665399255&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/9063839536665399255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/9063839536665399255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/04/fish-fry.html' title='Fish Fry'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RhZ7HqL_wWI/AAAAAAAAABg/_R-DjP-mhRo/s72-c/station4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-6304124757175076368</id><published>2007-04-05T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:06:24.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Walking Is Better???</title><content type='html'>Road Rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished work early today to attend to some errands because tomorrow is Good Friday and everything is closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.........I was waiting at a bus stop and all of a sudden, there were two guys in heavy traffic, out of their cars, screaming obscenities at each other. They were about to come to blows but the horns of other drivers put them back in their vehicles. It might have been the weather too because it was pouring sleet and rain. We'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...... I was at the grocery store waiting for a taxi outside and there was this guy parked outside the store that was kicking his 4x4 on the passenger side door, shouting even worse language. I mean &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; bad. Apparently he had locked his keys inside ..... but kicking his own vehicle???  He actually left indentations on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man waiting next to me said, "I think he needs some anger management".&lt;br /&gt;Duh.....yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex was like that. One time he bashed in the back of his jeep with something, I don't remember with what because I choose to forget that stuff. It takes a re-enactment for me to remember things, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's my mind protecting me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also makes me realize how lucky I am now, it's all in the past and I am safe now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-6304124757175076368?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6304124757175076368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=6304124757175076368&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6304124757175076368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6304124757175076368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/04/maybe-walking-is-better.html' title='Maybe Walking Is Better???'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-997775987067580672</id><published>2007-04-02T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T18:00:46.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Definition of Stupidity.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupidity is the quality or condition of being stupid, or lacking &lt;a title="Intelligence" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intelligence"&gt;intelligence&lt;/a&gt;, as opposed to being merely &lt;a title="Ignorant" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ignorant"&gt;ignorant&lt;/a&gt; or uneducated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Police: Man Arrives at DUI Hearing Drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YORK, Pa. (AP) - A man who arrived at court drunk for a drunken-driving hearing was again charged with driving under the influence, police said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul H. Zeigler, 45, of Glen Rock, appeared at a preliminary hearing at the Shrewsbury district court on March 26 for a DUI charge from December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police said Zeigler appeared to be intoxicated at the hearing, according to police records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his court appearance, Zeigler failed a portable breath test for alcohol and was taken into custody for a blood test, police said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second test revealed that Zeigler's blood-alcohol level was twice the legal driving limit and he was charged with DUI, police said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-997775987067580672?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/997775987067580672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=997775987067580672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/997775987067580672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/997775987067580672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-definition-of-stupidity.html' title='What&apos;s The Definition of Stupidity.......'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-204419907930835911</id><published>2007-03-31T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T19:17:13.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting.........Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>Talk about being in the doldrums..........I'm in a major funk today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just talked to my younger sister and she laid some pretty heavy stuff on me. She and her family are moving to Southwestern Ontario the end of June. She has received a job transfer with her bank and while it is a wonderful opportunity for her to advance..........it breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my nephew(godson) and neice so very much, that's all I can think about. She already makes a six figure salary, what more can she want? I understand that it is a huge promotion but what about life? Her husband is a great guy who has a great job and he is very flexable when it comes to moving. (He's a software engineer and companies actually seek &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was whispering to me on the phone as they haven't told their son yet. He's fourteen, does excellent in school, plays in a hockey league, has his own band (he plays the guitar). He just bought the  guitar of his dreams that he has been saving for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for him when he hears the news. His two best friends live on his street, he's not going to take it well. Neither am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. They have a beautiful home, great neighborhood , they definitely don't have money problems, a lot of people would love to have what they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm just being selfish, but isn't there more to life than career opportunities? When is enough, enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last christmas, I was teasing my sister because my brother-in-law gave her books of poetry and beautiful scented candles. (I found out later that all she reads are books involving business).&lt;br /&gt;He gave her tons of other stuff but I was surprised at these because he's not a mushy kind of guy. Now I know why. She's driven and where she's going.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southwestern Ontario for now, and I will just have to accept it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-204419907930835911?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/204419907930835911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=204419907930835911&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/204419907930835911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/204419907930835911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/rantinglife-goes-on.html' title='Ranting.........Life Goes On'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3866873568009407468</id><published>2007-03-28T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T15:24:02.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Smiling..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROSEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rgq6wzpgV5I/AAAAAAAAABM/xPzK5CETRNM/s1600-h/IMG_0213_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047051680082843538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rgq6wzpgV5I/AAAAAAAAABM/xPzK5CETRNM/s320/IMG_0213_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This little mug can get a smile out of just about anyone. When we are out walking, people smile like they can't control themselves. Isn't that nice? To be able to make people smile. She makes me laugh alot more than I did before I got her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How about posting pictures of your own pets? Is there a Pet Appreciation Day? If there isn't, there should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And if that didn't make you smile, how about this...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rgq6MDpgV4I/AAAAAAAAABE/hNNiZuQ7_lA/s1600-h/baby+porcupines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047051048722651010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rgq6MDpgV4I/AAAAAAAAABE/hNNiZuQ7_lA/s320/baby+porcupines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BABY PORCUPINES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3866873568009407468?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3866873568009407468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3866873568009407468&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3866873568009407468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3866873568009407468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-youre-smiling.html' title='When You&apos;re Smiling..........'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rgq6wzpgV5I/AAAAAAAAABM/xPzK5CETRNM/s72-c/IMG_0213_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-495516565445032770</id><published>2007-03-27T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T15:48:59.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivia Again............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RglsOo36_wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/32wWSffAlZ8/s1600-h/230px-VespasienneLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046683856191291138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RglsOo36_wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/32wWSffAlZ8/s320/230px-VespasienneLarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mar 27 1866&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Patent for a &lt;strong&gt;urinal&lt;/strong&gt; is granted to Andrew Rankin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A urinal is a specialized toilet designed to be used only for urination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not for us women folks) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A city famous for its street urinals is Paris, France. Until the 1990s, street urinals were a common sight in the city, and in the 1930s more than 1200 were in service. Parisians referred to them as vespasiennes, the name being derived from that of the Roman Emperor Vespasian, who imposed a tax on urine.(Good luck figuring that one out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning in the 1990s, the vespasiennes (renowned for their smell and lack of hygiene) were gradually replaced by the far superior Sansettes. Today only one vespasienne remains in the city ( photo above, on the boulevard Arago), and it is still regularly used. They still exist in other French cities, and in other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was reading about my friend Steve's predicament on &lt;strong&gt;Steveswhirlyworld&lt;/strong&gt;. He mentioned that he was tired during a business meeting and needed a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a solution for him and any body else that suffers from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haircut for Boring Meetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rgln4Y36_vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9GmMz4QTzX4/s1600-h/Haircutformeetings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046679075892690674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Rgln4Y36_vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9GmMz4QTzX4/s320/Haircutformeetings.jpg" 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/24620880-495516565445032770?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/495516565445032770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=495516565445032770&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/495516565445032770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/495516565445032770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/trivia-again.html' title='Trivia Again............'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RglsOo36_wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/32wWSffAlZ8/s72-c/230px-VespasienneLarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-1638093697615948154</id><published>2007-03-24T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T15:19:38.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Man's Junk is Another Man's Treasure</title><content type='html'>I love old movies and television shows. Especially the thirties and forties. I even go so far back as the twenties with Fritz Lang, not only Metropolis, but his many other great movies.&lt;br /&gt;Old newsreels, I can't get enough off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but they somehow feel comforting to me. Like wrapping a warm cosy blanket around myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this really cool store downtown that sells new *retro* stuff. Games and toys from the 40's and 50's. Also candy! There is this one item that I want....it's a record player that looks like an old radio from the forties, but it has a CD player too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was out and about and this store had a sale, "All Items $1". (Selected Ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These DVD'S are all 90 minutes long. I have never seen any of them before except maybe Dick Tracey?? Call me crazy but I am very excited with my *find*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RgVv8zLUFRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1GtOrpU39qg/s1600-h/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045562047859004690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RgVv8zLUFRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1GtOrpU39qg/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-1638093697615948154?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1638093697615948154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=1638093697615948154&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1638093697615948154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1638093697615948154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-mans-junk-is-another-mans-treasure.html' title='One Man&apos;s Junk is Another Man&apos;s Treasure'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RgVv8zLUFRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1GtOrpU39qg/s72-c/IMG_0370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-5441640622296266209</id><published>2007-03-23T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T16:00:22.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Came First....The Chicken or The Egg??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Procrastination &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The act or habit of procrastinating, or putting off to a future time; delay; dilatoriness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or the one that I like best......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is the thief of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what is not mentioned in the definition, is the degrees of it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To procrastinate about cleaning your closet, your fridge, or windows is one thing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To procrastinate against doing some really difficult personal things is another... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This actually leads to stress, or worst case scenario, depression..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spo says, "The more out of control you feel; the more you perceive stress". Absolutely true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of his post, I took matters in hand and took care of two out of three situations that were causing me a great deal of grief. I am working on the third, thanks to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, my query is..... was I depressed because I was procrastinating or was I procrastinating because of my depression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Answer To My Title.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chicken and an egg are lying in bed. The chicken is leaning against the headboard smoking a cigarette, with a satisfied smile on its face.&lt;br /&gt;The egg, looking a bit pissed off, grabs the sheet, rolls over, and says, "Well, I guess we finally answered THAT question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone needs it explained - read it a second time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have A GREAT Week-end!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-5441640622296266209?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5441640622296266209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=5441640622296266209&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5441640622296266209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5441640622296266209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/who-came-firstthe-chicken-or-egg.html' title='Who Came First....The Chicken or The Egg??'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-6839738111199454508</id><published>2007-03-21T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:29:20.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Cut The Cheese?</title><content type='html'>I love cheese. Awhile ago I was at THE local groceria that specializes in gourmet food. It's the place to see and be seen. (so says the locals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I especially love swiss cheese. The varieties offered at the cheese counter didn't have any holes in them. I asked the $8/hr attendent where I could find it. He turned his nose up at me and said that the jarlsberg had holes, maybe I would like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I politely responded, I find that a bit strong. (I love jarlsberg too but was not going to let HIM know that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought an extra creamy french brie cheese instead. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;They also have a Dragon's Breath Blue Cheese made here locally that is to die for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheesey and I love cheese, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT MAKES THE HOLES IN SWISS CHEESE?&lt;br /&gt;A: Cultures added to milk produce a gas during the aging process. This gas is carbon dioxide, which forms the holes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-6839738111199454508?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6839738111199454508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=6839738111199454508&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6839738111199454508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/6839738111199454508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/who-cut-cheese.html' title='Who Cut The Cheese?'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-3815689200416722582</id><published>2007-03-19T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:46:38.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds of Silence.....</title><content type='html'>When I left Toronto, I was in a bit of a state. I had been in a volatile relationship that had worsened considerably over the last two years. My ex had become violent and self distructive, trying to bring me down with him. The only thing that kept me alive was going into a shell and not responding to his behavior. Especially verbally, that sure as hell would have led to disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we went thru three microwaves in one month. He literally swept them off the counter in one of his rages. He broke marble coffee tables, pictures, cell phones, clocks, basically whatever he got his hands on at the moment. Never the television though, which led me to believe there was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;thought process going on. (He liked his television)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His yelling and ranting was the worst. It didn't matter what time of day or night it was.&lt;br /&gt;After I left, the slightest noise would make me jump. I think, I'm not psychologist, that I suffered from post traumatic stress disorder. I have never had anyone treat me for it, so I have just muddled along as best as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not jumpy anymore, I'm not as afraid as I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite I was out walking Rosey and when we came home, I realized the sweetest sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sound of Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-3815689200416722582?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3815689200416722582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=3815689200416722582&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3815689200416722582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/3815689200416722582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/sounds-of-silence.html' title='Sounds of Silence.....'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-1572738433604608626</id><published>2007-03-18T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:53:06.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool Me Once...Shame On You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fool Me Twice.......Shame On Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this *homeless lady* that sits on a corner of a very popular street here. She's somewhere between late fifties and early sixties. That in my mind, put her somewhere in the middle of too old to work and too young for a pension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this scenario (in my mind), it put her at a disadvantage for proper government assistance. She carried a sign (god bless, yadda,yadda), she doesn't bother anyone and is always polite.&lt;br /&gt;I gave her five dollars whenever I saw her. I also used to go the the grocery and get her things she needed written on her sign. (food)&lt;br /&gt;She had yarn on her sign one day, so I went home and in the pouring rain I brought her extra yarn and needles I had at home. Thinking that this would be good therapy for someone depressed and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day I was riding the bus and I overheard a woman telling someone else that *she*(homeless woman) lived in a seniors building where the rent was very cheap. That changed my opinion somewhat for awhile and after that I would just talk to her and listen to her ailments and give her encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was out and about and there she was again. As I was in my gourmet deli I was feeling sorry for her and bought her a hot chocolate(she loves them) and also some fresh strawberries. I went out on the street and thought....what good are strawberries without cream? I went to another store and bought cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across the street to give her my gifts and she said to me, " that's not hot chocolate is it"?&lt;br /&gt;I said with a smile, "yes it is". She said where did you buy it? I said at the gourmet store. I can't drink that, I can only drink Tim Horton's. Besides she said, someone has gone to get me a camomile tea with lemon.&lt;br /&gt;There was this poor soul beside her shaking with the cold (not a tooth in his head) and I asked him if he would like it. I'd LOVE it, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the strawberries and cream.............&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say they didn't go to waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-1572738433604608626?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1572738433604608626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=1572738433604608626&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1572738433604608626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1572738433604608626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/fool-me-onceshame-on-you.html' title='Fool Me Once...Shame On You'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-5634929999724927228</id><published>2007-03-15T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:37:32.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What Friends Are For.........</title><content type='html'>Geez, I don't know where to start. I apologize for my last post. That was a bit too deep and I do thank everyone who offered support and sympathy. But in the long run it was unfair to dump something of that magnitude on people. Sorry.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....let's see. What can I talk about today. Oh yes, Princess is back with the Brit. She broke up with him before Xmas but still wanted him as a friend. Welllll......two weeks ago the Brit started dating someone else, Princess was furious. I said honey, he had to move on, you definitely made him aware you were not interested emotionally. I don't care, she said, he didn't pine for me long enough. How long should he have pined, I asked. Forever, she said!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say, the princess and the brit are back together. It took the idea of losing him to wake the princess up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW She also told him that it was like dating her mother after she looked in his fridge. (She felt entitled after all this I guess).&lt;br /&gt;It had nothing but condiments and swiss cheese in it. He also loves Blue Cheese like myself. Princess told him she didn't know there was any other kind of salad dressing until she was fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBTW She also told him that I was not only her mom but her best friend. ( She doesn't offer up that info easily).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-5634929999724927228?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5634929999724927228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=5634929999724927228&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5634929999724927228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/5634929999724927228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/thats-what-friends-are-for.html' title='That&apos;s What Friends Are For.........'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-31721634776467080</id><published>2007-03-11T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T14:25:41.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My American Cousin</title><content type='html'>During the 40's and 50's a lot of Maritimer's left Canada to go to the "states" for work, Massachusetts was a favorite place to go. My uncle was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a movie, My American Cousin and it always brings back memories. Sad mostly, not because of the times my cousin and I spent together but what happened to her. Every year around this time I get nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my post from last year....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murder....... I'm remembering my cousin now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every summer my uncle and his family used to visit us from Massachusetts. Holly, my cousin was 1 year younger than me and we were inseparable . She was quite beautiful and when we were always told we looked alike, it was a real compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years went by and as we got older, she didn't come with the family, as she did her own thing at home, as teenagers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 13 years now that Holly is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went missing one fall and it wasn't until the following spring that her body was found because they has a great deal of rain that year and she was washed up from her burial site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS favorite fishing hole. The man who murdered Holly was not caught until a few years later when he did a few more in Florida. He is now on death row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capital Punishment??? It doesn't bring back our loved ones does it. An eye for an eye, no. But maybe it saves someone elses loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Randall &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had his death sentence reduced and now serves a life sentence. I really don't know how I feel about that. All I do know is that I miss her and he took her away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since than, I have a fixation on people on death row. Their last words really. They usually say something in regards to God and how different they are now. Hallelujah!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My opinion..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much, too little, too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-31721634776467080?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/31721634776467080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=31721634776467080&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/31721634776467080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/31721634776467080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-american-cousin.html' title='My American Cousin'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-8277157371219620842</id><published>2007-03-10T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T11:58:38.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger Than Fiction</title><content type='html'>I'm a sucker for memes and I'm stealing this from Tigeryogi.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't pertain to me as a straight woman but thought it would be fun anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had sex with the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the first person you came out to?&lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you out to your parents?&lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;I have one and will have only one. Love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have more gay friends or straight friends?&lt;br /&gt;Straight but wonderful gay blog friends. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you out in school?&lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your best friend the same sex as you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your best friend is the same sex, have you ever kissed them?&lt;br /&gt;They kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done crystal meth?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a sling?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done a 3-way?&lt;br /&gt;Sorta...... who am I kidding.....yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dressed in drag?&lt;br /&gt;One Hallowe'en I went as a drag Queen. I was fantabulous I might add!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date a drag queen?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy leather, costumes or role playing?&lt;br /&gt;I love leather and would love to role play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a top/bottom or truly versatile?&lt;br /&gt;Usually bottom but top is definitely fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen an uncircumcised thingy?&lt;br /&gt;Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you uncircumcised?&lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had sex with someone of a different race?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever barebacked?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Cher CDs do you own?&lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name your first true love?&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still talk to them?&lt;br /&gt;Gawd no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does size matter?&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest turn on?&lt;br /&gt;Dancing eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest turn off?&lt;br /&gt;Self importance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been harassed because you are gay?&lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst gay stereotype that applies to you?&lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to a pride rally?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you marry if you could?&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be rich and smart or young and beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;Rich and smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sculpt your eyebrows?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trim your body hair?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had sex with more than one person in a day?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to an orgy?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you dated your best friends ex?&lt;br /&gt;Does sex count as a date? (I had her approval)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you vote for Hilary Clinton if she ran for president?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know. She lied for her hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want monogamy in your relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in true love?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any piercings?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date a smoker?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who has died from HIV?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what Stonewall was?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Woman, Xena, or the Halliwell Sisters?&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Woman of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangest place you have had sex?&lt;br /&gt;In a teepee, on the grounds of The CNE Exhibition. &lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','7','')" title="http://www.mindhat.com/toronto-shoreline/toronto-shoreline-6.htm" href="http://www.mindhat.com/toronto-shoreline/toronto-shoreline-6.htm"&gt;TORONTO SHORELINE (PART 6)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangest place you’ve woken up?&lt;br /&gt;In the back of a taxi cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your best years behind or in front of you?&lt;br /&gt;That remains to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite porn movie?&lt;br /&gt;I don't like porn. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love now?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love with a straight guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever have sex with them?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a nude beach?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a bath house?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had sex in public?&lt;br /&gt;Does a teepee count?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-8277157371219620842?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8277157371219620842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=8277157371219620842&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8277157371219620842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/8277157371219620842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/stranger-than-fiction.html' title='Stranger Than Fiction'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-1185437484668079375</id><published>2007-03-08T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:14:34.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Cold Is It..............??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RfCVtE26n2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kAq6HFINJ7w/s1600-h/coldcoldman_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039692584658313058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RfCVtE26n2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kAq6HFINJ7w/s320/coldcoldman_resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cold enuf to freeze the whiskers on a "bear".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been so f'ing cold here for the last few days I want to scream. So here goes, ARHHHHH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The temperature is  -31 degrees Celsius tonite and has been that for the past few days. Why oh why couldn't we have had this in January or February? I'm so tired of the boots, scarfs, and hats. I've been waiting for a real good snowstorm all winter but nope, no such luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the snow, I hate the cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having said all this, I'm going to go and wrap myself up,  then crawl in to my igloo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summers coming....summers coming, maybe by chanting this I will survive until tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great TGIF!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-1185437484668079375?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1185437484668079375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=1185437484668079375&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1185437484668079375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1185437484668079375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-cold-is-it.html' title='How Cold Is It..............??'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/RfCVtE26n2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kAq6HFINJ7w/s72-c/coldcoldman_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-2313737313353692662</id><published>2007-03-07T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:05:34.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today In History</title><content type='html'>I'm going back to my old trivia ways, just for a bit.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Re9J9gsRvJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A5UnQv5ryzU/s1600-h/rh-divine-th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039327829147368594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Re9J9gsRvJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A5UnQv5ryzU/s320/rh-divine-th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mar 7 1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transvestite actress Divine, who appeared in several John Waters films, dead from sleep apnea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harris Glenn Milstead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(October 19, 1945 – March 7, 1988)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glenn was born before civil rights, gay rights, or women's rights...God doesn't want people created out of a Xerox machine...The tragedy is that Glenn was cut off right at the point of becoming who he really was, and the world will never see how that flower could have unfolded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;–Reverend Leland Higginbotham at Divine's eulogy; Baltimore,Maryland March, 1988&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divine, "As sure as there's trash, I was born to be cheap!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harris Glenn Milstead was nicknamed "Divine," by film director and childhood friend, John Waters. It was &lt;strong&gt;Pink Flamingos&lt;/strong&gt; that sent her into stardom, because she ate dog dookie for real. It shocked everyone, and she became the thing that legends are made of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Divine was notorious for being on time, when working . When he didn’t show up the next morning for his shoot on the show, Married…With Children, people became very concerned. His manager Bernard Jay went to the hotel at noon to check on Divine, and used his passkey to get in. That’s when he found him. Dead, nude, and covered with a blanket. He died in his sleep of heart failure. He was 42 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The request was made that no money donated to charity in Divine’s name, but for people to buy flowers, because he loved them so much. Elton John sent a huge batch, as did Tab Hunter and Whoopi Goldberg – along with a card that read, "See what a good review will do?" The card from Fox and Married… with Children read, "&lt;strong&gt;If you didn’t want the job, why didn’t you just tell us?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I don't know about that one!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of Divine’s shit ended up being auctioned at Christies, to cover debts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trivia: As a teen, Divine used to throw parties on his parent’s credit cards, and decorate the room with flowers stolen from that very cemetery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Divine’s mother Frances Milstead wrote a book called, My Son Divine. If you like Divine, you must get this book. It’s very touching, and full of great photographs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-2313737313353692662?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2313737313353692662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=2313737313353692662&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2313737313353692662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/2313737313353692662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-in-history.html' title='Today In History'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EX4XVH4hYE/Re9J9gsRvJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A5UnQv5ryzU/s72-c/rh-divine-th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-1525343773446087716</id><published>2007-03-05T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:24:29.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow News Day</title><content type='html'>This meme was stolen (borrowed) from Greedy Maelstrom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a bit of a funk today but doing this meme helped to distract me. Thanks Lemuel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR REAL NAME:  Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR GANGSTA NAME (1st 4 letters plus izzle):   Maggizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR DETECTIVE NAME (fave color + fave animal):    Yellow Goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name + childhood street):  Heather Pond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR STAR WARS NAME (last 3 letters of your last name + first 2 letters of your first name + first 3 letters of Mom’s maiden name):    Sonmamor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SUPER HERO NAME (2nd fave color + fave drink):   Green Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR IRAQI NAME (2nd letter of your first name + 3rd letter of your last name + any letter of your middle name + 2nd letter of your Mom’s maiden name + 3rd letter of your Dad’s middle name + 1st letter of a sibling’s first name + last letter of your Mom’s middle name):  Actoltn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM NAME (Grandma/Grandpa’s first name + Jones): Katie Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR GOTH NAME (Black + name of one of your pets): Black Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR AMERICAN IDOL NAME (fav car and sea food):  Corvette Scallop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME OF YOUR DREAM BAND (name of computer + printer):  Dell Packer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE STAR NAME (sibling’s middle name + mother-in-law’s maiden name):&lt;br /&gt;Jane Doe  (I swear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR ALTER EGO NAME (name of one your childhood pets + popular brand of clothes when you were young):   Teddy Esprit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LAWYER NAME (fav actor’s last name + fav hard liquor): Walken Champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR HIP HOP NAME (fav candy + fruit):  Gummi Bear Mango&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-1525343773446087716?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1525343773446087716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=1525343773446087716&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1525343773446087716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/1525343773446087716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/slow-news-day.html' title='Slow News Day'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-117294790220347257</id><published>2007-03-03T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T13:51:42.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GLAMOUR GALS</title><content type='html'>This here post is for Miss Bunny Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you wuz a thinkin I was joshin ya, here is a pictur of my own lil glamour pooch in all her faux leopard atire. You mite notice that it is a tad big on her but that is becuz my sweet lil sis who gave it to her, was a bit off on her guesstimating.&lt;br /&gt;I had it fixed up so that it fits her real good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1215/2555/1600/686111/faux%20leopard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1215/2555/320/528969/faux%20leopard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lil sis is quite the glamour gal herself. She has the plushes faux leopard hat and fancy scarf to match that you ever did see. It's a gift to the gals in my family. To be glamorous I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-117294790220347257?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/117294790220347257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=117294790220347257&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/117294790220347257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/117294790220347257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/glamour-gals.html' title='GLAMOUR GALS'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-117293948311652315</id><published>2007-03-03T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T11:31:23.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets of Life</title><content type='html'>Oxy&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MORON&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week a patient(sort of) mailed in an article to the office that she had copied from a toronto rag . It was regarding the dangers of fluoride. It made wild accusations of people dying, especially where one child died from an in office treatment. It went on and on, yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;There was no scientific backup for the writer's article just their opinion.&lt;br /&gt;I blame this as "a slow news day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kicker........the patient is edentulous, aka....... not a tooth in her head!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory Lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone sent me an e-mail that brought back a memory of years ago when I was a mere child, five maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunday afternoon and we had company as we usually did in those days. I was playing with my brothers and somehow scraped my leg. I went into the bathroom and brought out a box of bandages to my mom so she could put one on my leg. She was in the living room entertaining our guests and when I came in, there was a sudden silence, then bursts of laughter. My mother took me and the box of "bandages" into the bathroom. I don't remember exactly what happened after that but found out years later why all the fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a "box of kotex".&lt;br /&gt;My mother had told me that they were bandages when I had asked her prior to my childhood "faux pas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have A Grrreat Week-End!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-117293948311652315?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/117293948311652315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=117293948311652315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/117293948311652315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/117293948311652315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/03/snippets-of-life.html' title='Snippets of Life'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-117269625951778953</id><published>2007-02-28T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T15:57:39.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To The Land of The Living</title><content type='html'>Whewwwwww, I had a really bad flu since saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was a goner there for a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up with a semblance of normalcy. This I have not felt since last saturday nite.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I couldn't venture very far from the latrine.&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine how you must have felt Spo. Double or triplefold my illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, is that Rosey was sick too. Vomiting and not eating her food.&lt;br /&gt;Do dogs/animals suffer from psychosymtomatic syndrome? Or maybe there is a more fitting terminology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a brainstorm this a.m. when I was out with Rosey. I won't go into details but she loves children. She knocks them down (when they are on their knees petting her) and smothers them with kisses. I called the local children's hospital and asked about animal therapy. (volunteering) I'm waiting on their response but I think it would be wonderful. All the kids in the neighborhood love her and she has a darling personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck with our venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, happy hump day!&lt;br /&gt;(What an ambiguous phrase)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-117269625951778953?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/117269625951778953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=117269625951778953&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/117269625951778953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/117269625951778953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-land-of-living.html' title='Back To The Land of The Living'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-117233932434002225</id><published>2007-02-24T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T12:48:44.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile A Little.......</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday morning...maybe early afternoon to some, but it''s still saturday. Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week-end and here is something that I hope will put a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rots of Rove.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1215/2555/1600/40717/wet%20dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1215/2555/320/970496/wet%20dog.jpg" 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/24620880-117233932434002225?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/117233932434002225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=117233932434002225&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/117233932434002225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/117233932434002225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/02/smile-little.html' title='Smile A Little.......'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-117218532782566952</id><published>2007-02-22T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:07:45.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>I was reading Spo's Blog today and it triggered a memory of an earlier post that I had written.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is appropriate to re-post it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 9&lt;br /&gt;Education and Sharing Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing Day, hmmmmm, I don't like to share my things. My books especially. For some reason when I have people over they look at all my books (I have a "&lt;em&gt;few&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) and feel that &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; should read more. They inevitably start perusing my bookshelves for one to borrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's insane and I can't explain it, but my heart starts to go in palpitations. A lot of people treat books like they are only there for their enjoyment, to be used and then abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;My books are like my family, near and dear to me. It would be like lending out your mother or sister, not knowing what condition they would be in when, or if they were returned .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a special shelf for these occasions, books I have never read (nor have any interest in doing so). I gently lead my guests in their direction and rave how wonderful they are. I have never got one of those books back, nor do I care. My family is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as for picking favorites........like my profile says, "I love ALL my books". :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-117218532782566952?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/117218532782566952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=117218532782566952&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/117218532782566952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/117218532782566952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24620880.post-117210064333014904</id><published>2007-02-21T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:30:43.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TCB (Taking Care of Business)</title><content type='html'>These are some presents my sister brought me back from her vacation. Can you guess where they were?? HaHa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collect (I hate that term but....) bears. Click on the image to enlarge it and check out his hair and sideburns. He also sings Burnin' Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1215/2555/1600/815323/IMG_0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1215/2555/320/702763/IMG_0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;This was the first time they were to Vegas and decided to do it in style. They are not gamblers so they took in some shows and went to some great restaurants. Hell, their tab for dinner at one place was $690.00. The other dinners were only?? $350.00 or $400.00. Must be nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, they are not heavy drinkers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also took a helicopter ride to the bottom of the Grand Canyon with champagne cocktails.&lt;br /&gt;They brought back rocks from the site for their son. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  They both have high end occupations and work very hard. This was their way of  treating themselves and not worrying about the cost of anything. Good for them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis Presley became a fan of B.T.O. He adopted the motto "takin care of business in a flash" as an homage to this song. He also designed (or had designed for him) a logo with the letters TCB and a lightning bolt for necklaces worn by his entourage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24620880-117210064333014904?l=pioghaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/feeds/117210064333014904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24620880&amp;postID=117210064333014904&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/117210064333014904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24620880/posts/default/117210064333014904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioghaid.blogspot.com/2007/02/tcb-taking-care-of-business.html' title='TCB (Taking Care of Business)'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10751953295108934889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
