<?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-26732824</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:01:34.672-06:00</updated><category term='Smoking'/><category term='shots'/><category term='New Years'/><category term='House'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>TEXAS GRIND</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-586357152602530887</id><published>2011-04-05T10:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:20:29.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time somehow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; away from us like a slippery snake. I know it's been a while since my last post, but I didn't realize it was THAT long ago. Well, here's a few things mind you, it's not all that thrilling really: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving and Christmas were spent at home. Originally, we were to drive to El &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paso&lt;/span&gt; and Atlanta to visit family, but that never occurred due to the impending layoff of Hub. Had to save money. Needless to say it was a very lean Christmas. January came and Hub was officially laid off. Although, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;severance&lt;/span&gt; package was given, I still wanted him to find a job as quickly as possible. I forgot how time consuming and arduous this process is. Things are now looking really quite good, when it rains it pours. He's expecting to hear back from a few companies in the next week or so. Keep your fingers crossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, work is... well, work. Super busy the last couple of months on a project that was being fast tracked without out our knowledge. Really fun, trying to figure out how a new (huge, really huge) enhancement works without documentation. Someone REALLY dropped the ball on the communication end of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back is doing great, no more pain - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!! I still go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chiropractor&lt;/span&gt; to keep things in line. The one thing that I'm still amazed by is that I no longer have the allergy issues I used to have. Since correcting my back, my sinus' are behaving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started a new little hobby called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Geo Caching&lt;/span&gt;. It's a high tech game of hide and seek. Using a GPS or some sort of navigation devise, you can hide or seek containers called "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geocaches&lt;/span&gt;" Each cache contains a log book and sometime small little objects to trade (take one you leave one). Once found you sign the log book and hide the cache were you found it (for the next person), then log it on the &lt;a href="http://geocaching.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. This game is great, love running around trying to find these caches without bringing any attention to myself. You gotta be in stealth mode, you don't want "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;muggles&lt;/span&gt;" (non-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geocachers&lt;/span&gt;) to find the cache. I've noticed a lot of parents do this with their kids. It's great fun and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; my happy butt outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm taking vacation time from the office to work at the DALLAS International Film Festival (DIFF) as one of their photographers. Normally, I prefer working the Red Carpet, but it's been so darn windy that I'm glad I'm shooting the Question &amp;amp; Answer portion of the film screenings. The downside, is that I missed photographing Ann Margaret and Dennis &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quaid&lt;/span&gt;. :( I've had the opportunity to see some excellent films, and a few documentaries. Oh yeah, I was cruising a film site and came across a photo I took of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Liener&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Temerlin&lt;/span&gt; (founder of DIFF) and Ross Perot during the opening night Red Carpet. &lt;a href="http://www.filmthreat.com/features/33911/"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;, scroll down till you see to men in tuxedos. Cool!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Mothers, if you are planning on vaccinating your babies or having your daughter take the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gardasil&lt;/span&gt; injections you &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; see &lt;strong&gt;The Greater Good&lt;/strong&gt; documentary by Chris &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pilaro&lt;/span&gt; and Kendall Nelson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, things are going well. Since I now must run to drive down into Dallas, I'm hoping to get some celebrity shots either today or tomorrow. If so, I'll post them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-586357152602530887?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/586357152602530887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=586357152602530887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/586357152602530887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/586357152602530887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-time-flies.html' title='How Time Flies'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-4049750331611099191</id><published>2010-11-17T21:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:31:37.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the Pain and Loving It (sort of)</title><content type='html'>One day back in October, Hub and I went to a local festival and came across a booth run by a chiroprator offering a free chiropractic spine test.  Hub and I had just recently talked about me going to have my back checked out because my back hurt. It hurt in the morning, it hurt when I walked for long periods of time, and when I sat for too long. I was hurting pretty much all the time, but I had become so accustomed to it that I learned to ignore it.  So I thought what the heck, I'm here and the chiroprator was here and it was a freebie test. &lt;br /&gt;This is how I found myself a patient or client at Starin's Chiropractic Care and Family Wellness Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was diagnosed with a curved spine and subluxation of the vertibrae which is a misalignment of the vertibrae.  A subluxation can cause pain, because when the bones move they press on nerves that exit out holes provided by the interface between two adjacent vertibrae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, three times a week I get my back adjusted, and get physical therapy and trigger point therapy.  One day a week I have a deep tissue massage.&lt;br /&gt;After a month of these adjustments, trigger point therapy and exercises I am feeling pretty darn good.  I'm amazed at the way I'm walking now, it's more of a fluid movement. I feel as though I'm gliding, it's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago I had an evaluation of my progress, and found that I've improved by 63%.  I still have a ways to go, but it's worth it!  My back is straightening out, I now have less than half the number of subluxated vertibrae than before.  I still have some irrated nerves, but it's getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My massage therapist Carolyn, is wonderful.  She is a 26 year old, 6 ft. amazon. Great sense of humor and immediately puts you at ease.&lt;br /&gt;She'll grab my back muscles and work the knots (muscle contractions or trigger points) out with a vengence.  Not really, although, she has a firm touch and will apply as much pressure as I can take in order to release the trigger points.  When a trigger point is released, toxins within the muscle contraction are also released, so you have to drink plenty of water to flush them out of your system otherwise you can end up feeling nauseated.  It's also highly recommended to soak in hot water and Epsom salt to relax the muscles.  The Epsom salt also help in what ever bruising occurs; and yes, I was bruised. You have to go through discomfort to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My physical therapist, Rachel, is a crazy little blonde who weighs 90 pounds (if that much) soaking wet.  She's also is a motorcycle riding stunt woman.  I'm not too sure how old she is, but she looks like she could be in her late teens.  She, also, has a great sense of humor and is always in a good mood. Everyone likes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, everyone there is extremely nice and very personable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue posting updates on my progress and experience. So for now I shall bid you adieu and talk to y'all later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-4049750331611099191?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4049750331611099191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=4049750331611099191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4049750331611099191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4049750331611099191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2010/11/feeling-pain-and-loving-it-sort-of.html' title='Feeling the Pain and Loving It (sort of)'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-942716907442744811</id><published>2010-10-05T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:54:29.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Watching...</title><content type='html'>Yay for the fall television season!!  During the summer I was really good about not watching too much television, but now that the fall season has begun things may change a bit.  There are just too many shows that I want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, there are the reality shows. Yes, I am a reality show junkie - but for certain shows like Survivor, The Amazing Race, Hell's Kitchen, and the Biggest Loser.  Those are my MUST see shows.  Other returning shows like &lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/big_bang_theory/"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: blue"&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, How I Met Your Mother, Law and Order: SVU, The Mentalist, &lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/lietome/"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: blue"&gt;Lie to Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Criminal Minds, and NCIS are also on the top of my list.&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: blue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: blue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/glee/"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: blue"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! I started watching &lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;the summer reruns of Glee and fell in love. I like music and comedies individually, but when they are combined into a one hour show I am in heaven. I strongly incourage you to give this show a try, it's one of (if not the) best shows on television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;During the summer I started watch &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/friday-night-lights/"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: blue"&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and got hooked after the first episode. I saw the entire first season in less than a week. I'm hoping to start season 2 this weekend. This is another show I recommend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;I almost forgot about the cable channels and the shows they offer. Just about everything on the &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/shows/"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: blue"&gt;Foodnetwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is good. Although, the one show I don't like is Down Home with the Neeleys. These two people make me want to puke. Yuk, I hate this show, and refuse to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;I like Top Chef, The Next Foodnetwork Star, Ace of Cakes, and anything with Guy Fieri (Diner's Drive Inns and Dives) is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt; &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;There so much to watch that I would need extra vcr's or tivo, or dvr's to record everything I like. How about a 48 hour day, that might do it? Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this post is just a rambling of what I like to watch on television. I haven't even listed the new shows, I'll save that for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-942716907442744811?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/942716907442744811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=942716907442744811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/942716907442744811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/942716907442744811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-watching.html' title='I&apos;m Watching...'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-5240532164822474012</id><published>2010-09-03T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:21:05.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday - Yippeee!!!</title><content type='html'>The start of the weekend is almost here… Yippee! &lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is get through 4 hours of work and then I can go home.  As you can guess, I’m writing this from my desk at work and I only have 20 minutes to go.  I’d rather not start something new that I couldn’t finish within 20 minutes, so here I am blogging instead of working.  Yes, I am lazy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no plans for this weekend really.  The only thing I need/want to do is visit Michele’s grave on Monday.  I can’t believe she’s been gone a year. Thinking of you often Michele!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think Hub wants to go to the movies to see Avatar, in 3D no less.  Other than that, it’s working in the yard and possibly finding something to shoot (photos).  I need to get some photos up on my other blog on a regular basis. Yes, I’ve been ignoring that site too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my time is almost up, so I hope you all have a great weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-5240532164822474012?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5240532164822474012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=5240532164822474012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5240532164822474012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5240532164822474012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-friday-yippeee.html' title='It&apos;s Friday - Yippeee!!!'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-7008693671184135331</id><published>2010-08-29T18:01:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:47:10.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Fun Day</title><content type='html'>I spoke with my mom and brother the other day and they are urging me to begin posting to the blog again on a regular basis. They're right, I should be posting, whether or not anything of interest happens in my life. So, I guess I'll start with this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hub and I went to a birthday party for a special little girl, my godson's big sister Rachel. She turned 8 years old and her parents threw a pizza pool party for her. After the party, Hub and I watched the kids while Dave and Jama went to run a couple of errands. It was fun, Hub and D.J. had a water gun fight and Hub lost. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/THrxiLXDqvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bWruqUG8oCI/s1600/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510982663508568818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/THrxiLXDqvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bWruqUG8oCI/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; D.J. and Rachel&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/THruvLYxnUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/A4Fs4pikVuk/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510979588319190338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/THruvLYxnUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/A4Fs4pikVuk/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel, the birthday girl and her grandparents.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/THr0LHmvGlI/AAAAAAAAAXI/0c_mjUUa5N4/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510985565898480210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/THr0LHmvGlI/AAAAAAAAAXI/0c_mjUUa5N4/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.J.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/THr23ScIRWI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/kyp-CkRWOTw/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510988523744281954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/THr23ScIRWI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/kyp-CkRWOTw/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-7008693671184135331?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7008693671184135331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=7008693671184135331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7008693671184135331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7008693671184135331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2010/08/sun-fun-day.html' title='Sun Fun Day'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/THrxiLXDqvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bWruqUG8oCI/s72-c/IMG_0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1292469240409635858</id><published>2010-04-27T07:18:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T09:30:28.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas International Film Festival 2010</title><content type='html'>Things are back to normal after my two week "staycation" from work. Although I didn't go anywhere, I did spend quite a bit of time down in Dallas working with the Dallas Film Society as one of their photographers during the film festival. As this was my second year working the festival, I pretty much knew what was expected, and I was able to see a few of the films which were being screened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard work and at time very stressful (editing and tagging each image by deadline), but I love the people I worked with and now I can hardly wait for next year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/S9bXnjNjBlI/AAAAAAAAAWA/v2A7HuZb8fc/s1600/IMG_8067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464792272327607890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/S9bXnjNjBlI/AAAAAAAAAWA/v2A7HuZb8fc/s320/IMG_8067.JPG" /&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;The Angelika Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/S9bX6fXO8qI/AAAAAAAAAWI/94BythxmCe0/s1600/IMG_8088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464792597712007842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/S9bX6fXO8qI/AAAAAAAAAWI/94BythxmCe0/s320/IMG_8088.JPG" /&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;Barry Corbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/S9bYiSglZkI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XkyMq7oi9mw/s1600/IMG_8119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464793281456334402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/S9bYiSglZkI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XkyMq7oi9mw/s320/IMG_8119.JPG" /&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;Mark Birnbaum and Manny Mendoza (Producers of Dig Deep) - Mark was in a great mood and made a funny face for me while being interviewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/S9bY5mJNOVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/gqjEddS0xZc/s1600/IMG_8485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464793681863981394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/S9bY5mJNOVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/gqjEddS0xZc/s320/IMG_8485.JPG" /&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;Doug Mankoff (producer) and actress Amber Heard of "The Joneses".&lt;br /&gt;I saw this one, it was pretty good. It also stars Demi Moore and David Duchovny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/S-VuzaX5owI/AAAAAAAAAWg/00hHReo8k6U/s1600/IMG_8364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468899152043287298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/S-VuzaX5owI/AAAAAAAAAWg/00hHReo8k6U/s320/IMG_8364.jpg" /&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;Robby Storey and Stephanie Rhodes of the film &lt;a href="http://www.holdthefilm.com/"&gt;Hold&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see this movie because it has such an intense subject matter, but I heard it was REALLY good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/S-Vw7ne1XbI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MPuB3NVEOo8/s1600/IMG_8287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468901492024237490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/S-Vw7ne1XbI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MPuB3NVEOo8/s320/IMG_8287.JPG" /&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;/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;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random shot about 20 minutes before the Red Carpet begins.&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'll post a few more later, but right now I just realized that time got away from me and I gotta go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next time.&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/26732824-1292469240409635858?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1292469240409635858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1292469240409635858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1292469240409635858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1292469240409635858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2010/04/dallas-international-film-festival-2010.html' title='Dallas International Film Festival 2010'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/S9bXnjNjBlI/AAAAAAAAAWA/v2A7HuZb8fc/s72-c/IMG_8067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-5784941174374035752</id><published>2010-03-20T08:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T09:14:56.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning - It's Raining</title><content type='html'>When I woke up this morning the first thing that crept into my foggy brain was the sound of rain hitting the window.  As I rolled over to get that extra 5 minutes of sleep, I became aware of another sound, a very loud noise..."drip, drip, drip, drip, drip".  Rain dripping just behind the window glass - lovely!!!  So much for the extra 5 minutes of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now I'm up and moving around trying not to wake Hub, (he fell asleep on the sofa during his West Wing marathon last night) while I wait for the coffee to brew.&lt;br /&gt;Tangent: is it still "brewing" if the coffee machine is a "drip" machine??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to jump in the shower very soon and start my morning errands. Let's get those things done so that I can spend the afternoon buying some new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain has stopped and now I hear the sirens of a fire truck and ambulance.  I hope the accident isn't very serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go now to scrub the sleep off my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-5784941174374035752?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5784941174374035752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=5784941174374035752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5784941174374035752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5784941174374035752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday-morning-its-raining.html' title='Saturday Morning - It&apos;s Raining'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-3286644784708933589</id><published>2010-01-01T22:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:35:18.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As Time Goes On</title><content type='html'>Wow, 2010!!  It's so hard to imagine that we are almost 10 years into the new millennium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was about 11 or so I would calculate what the year would be when I would turn 20, 30, 40, and the dreaded 50.  Oh, I couldn't imagine turning 50 years old, that was wayyyy too old and so far away - that day will never come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, I thought it's going to be forever before I get to 20, but I did, and the next thing I knew I was 30, then I was suddenly in my 40's. My God, where did the time go? How did it move so fast? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hit my 40's I sat and thought about the little girl who couldn't imagine time would actually move forward, but it did.  Yup, she got older, had experiences she dreamed about, some she didn't, and some that really shook her to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made it this far with the support and love of my family and friends - thank you for all your teachings and patience, because I know it wasn't always easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can hope for is the next 50 years don't fly by as quickly as the first.  I guess that's something I can blog about in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll try to post at least once a week to keep you all up to date with me and my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-3286644784708933589?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3286644784708933589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=3286644784708933589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/3286644784708933589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/3286644784708933589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-time-goes-on.html' title='As Time Goes On'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-2991670662834437730</id><published>2009-11-24T13:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:57:18.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day...</title><content type='html'>So here I am sitting at my desk, in my cube, at work and I really don't want to do anything. As there is little motivation, or just plain old desire to get any work done today...I won't.&lt;br /&gt;In all actuality, I really don't have anything that needs to be done right away, maybe that's why I'm so blase about it. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Day is almost upon us, just 2 more days before America eats their way into a coma.&lt;br /&gt;I personally will attempt to eat normal serving sizes (or smaller) in the hopes of not gaining the normal 3 pounds over the holiday and weekend.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes. However, I am excited about spending Thanksgiving dinner with friends and family. It'll be the first time I actually cook for more than 6 people. My organizational skills will be put to the test; if I can keep Hub on my schedule and not his own, I think things will workout - if not, then I'll just punt and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all out there in cyber space, I hope you all have a safe and happy Thanksgiving!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-2991670662834437730?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2991670662834437730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=2991670662834437730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2991670662834437730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2991670662834437730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-day.html' title='Another Day...'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-2772586814100001424</id><published>2009-10-23T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:44:51.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am soooo happy that it is finally Friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this really cool "&lt;a href="http://wimp.com/"&gt;waste time&lt;/a&gt;" website.  It's a video a day type of site.  Some of it is really old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Hub and I are going to the Star Wars Symphony Concert at the new Cowboys Stadium.  Tomorrow I walk in memory of Michele at the &lt;a href="http://lightthenight.org/ntx"&gt;2009 Light the Night Walk &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a nice weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-2772586814100001424?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2772586814100001424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=2772586814100001424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2772586814100001424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2772586814100001424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1739890041010688172</id><published>2009-09-18T16:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:21:03.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story</title><content type='html'>On their wedding night, the young bride approached her new husband and asked for $20.00 for their first lovemaking encounter. In his highly aroused state, her husband readily agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scenario was repeated each time they made love, for more than 30 years, with him thinking that it was a cute way for her to afford new clothes and other incidentals that she needed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving home around noon one day, she was surprised to find her husband in a very drunken state. During the next few minutes, he explained that his employer was going through a process of corporate downsizing, and he had been let go. It was unlikely that, at the age of 59, he'd be able to find another position that paid anywhere near what he'd been earning, and therefore, they were financially ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calmly, his wife handed him a bank book which showed more than thirty years of steady deposits and interest totaling nearly $1 million. Then she showed him certificates of deposits issued by the bank which were worth over $2 million, and informed him that they were one of the largest depositors in the bank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained that for the more than three decades she had 'charged' him for sex, these holdings had multiplied and these were the results of her savings and investments. &lt;br /&gt;Faced with evidence of cash and investments worth over $3 million, her husband was so astounded he could barely speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he found his voice and blurted out, "If I'd had any idea what you were doing, I would have given you all my business!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when she shot him.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes, men just don't know when to keep their mouths shut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-1739890041010688172?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1739890041010688172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1739890041010688172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1739890041010688172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1739890041010688172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-934392325752638724</id><published>2009-09-05T23:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:07:44.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michele</title><content type='html'>Today I received the phone call I was hoping would never come.&lt;br /&gt;My friend, concert buddy, and co-worker reached the end of her fight a terrible disease contracted from a bone marrow transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michele was diagnosed with leukemia June 26, 2007. I recall that afternoon so very well, her leaving the office early to get her test results from the doctor. As she was leaving I called out to her to call me later with the results. Well, she did.&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang as I was preparing dinner.&lt;br /&gt;"I've got leukemia" she said. I was shocked and immediately began rambling on about how medicine has come such a long way and people live long lives with this illness.&lt;br /&gt;We talked for awhile and after hanging up, I stared out the back door and broke down and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last two years Michele had suffered from the side affects associated with the leukemia medication. She said they made her hands hurt, gave her massive headaches, caused stomach problems and made her extremely tired. Her doctor changed her medication three different times and still, Michele still had no relief. She began thinking her only other option was a bone marrow transplant. Michele researched and decided that this was what she was going to do. She was totally aware of the survival/mortality rate associated with the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the transplant occurred, she eventually developed a high fever for a few days and things began to go wrong. She'd developed &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Graft-versus-host_disease"&gt;Graft-versus-host disease (GVHD)&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 stages of GVHD, and of course Michele developed the worst - Stage IV GVHD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, we got a call saying that Michele was willing and wanting to see Cheryl and I. We drove down and spent as long as we could with her before we got kicked out. It was so good to see and talk to her, but it was also so evident as to how sick she truly was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's Sunday early afternoon and she is at peace and no longer suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I was able to see her and tell her how much her friendship meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the bravest and strongest person I have ever met. And am proud to have had the pleasure and honor of calling her my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye to my little concert pal, going to see M.E. without you will never be the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-934392325752638724?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/934392325752638724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=934392325752638724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/934392325752638724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/934392325752638724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/michele.html' title='Michele'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-7946007796743347258</id><published>2009-07-22T19:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:10:11.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There</title><content type='html'>As week five (on crutches) comes to an end, I didn't realize that weening myself off crutches would be more painful that the first day or two after surgery. &lt;br /&gt;When I went for my latest doctor's appointment I found out I could start putting weight on my left leg when I walk, as long as I continued to use the crutches. Yea, I think. He said one week with both crutches, then the following week with only one crutch. Once I felt comfortable and balanced, I could get rid of the crutch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking with full weight on both legs (with the crutches for support) I can really move much faster. The other day I was only using one crutch to walk short distances and found I could do it pretty well. That is until the late afternoon, when I had to use both crutches because my knee was killing me. I guess I went the one-crutch way a bit early; thank goodness for pain killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also started doing some exercises to regain range of motion. Now, that can definitely be painful. Stretching out those tendons can be a chore. Luckily, I don't need physical therapy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I follow doctors orders, I should be off the crutches within 10 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea me!! I can hardly wait for the freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-7946007796743347258?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7946007796743347258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=7946007796743347258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7946007796743347258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7946007796743347258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/almost-there.html' title='Almost There'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1412607483903467568</id><published>2009-07-08T12:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:06:28.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hum!!</title><content type='html'>OMG, this is simply amazing!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time in almost 18 months that I am bored at work.  I’m sitting here trying to decide if I should just go home or fiddle around with busy work.  I actually do have one item which needs my attention, but I was planning on handling that next week, when the boss is out on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, what to do, what to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-1412607483903467568?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1412607483903467568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1412607483903467568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1412607483903467568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1412607483903467568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/ho-hum.html' title='Ho Hum!!'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-3706581847679654949</id><published>2009-07-01T17:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:34:25.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Topper to My Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a horrible mental health day for me.  I managed to get through part of the day at work - I left work early and vegged all evening long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was a complete opposite of yesterday. My mood was good and I was moving around pretty darn well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work and decided that, since it was soo hot outside, I was going to treat myself to a nice grande frapaccino. So I found the nearest drive thru Starbucks and ordered my Mocha Frappaccino.  I was surprised there wasn't a line in the drive thru, there was a red Taurus and me.  Once Mr. Red Taurus paid his money and received his drink he drove off and I pulled up to the window.  &lt;br /&gt;A very sweet girl was working the window, she smiled at me and said "I don't know why, but the man in the car ahead of you paid for your drink". I took my drink, thanked her, left her a tip and drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to you Mr. Red Taurus, a great big Thank You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-3706581847679654949?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3706581847679654949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=3706581847679654949&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/3706581847679654949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/3706581847679654949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/topper-to-my-day.html' title='The Topper to My Day'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-5071132054200723850</id><published>2009-06-30T09:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:01:47.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 3</title><content type='html'>I’ve come to the realization that this predicament that I’m in is wearing thin, very quickly. Yes, my first time ever on crutches I thought would be something new, something different. Dare I say that it has met my expectations and then some? Well, it has, and not necessarily for the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first couple of weeks it was a novelty, but novelties wear out eventually. &lt;br /&gt;I’ve come to the conclusion that crutches are do-able for a week, maybe 2, but I’m nearing the end of week 3 and I’ve discovered I HATE CRUTCHES! &lt;br /&gt;The crutches have already been thrown across the room 3 times, had 5 mental/emotional meltdowns, and find myself cursing my body for not being 20 years old anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, once up and moving, I shower, then proceed with the normal stuff, coffee, get dressed, apply war paint (makeup), and then sit on the bed because I’m already tired from having to hop on one leg to get things done. Luckily, Hub will get my lunch together and then I’m off to work.&lt;br /&gt;The first 2 weeks, Hub was my driver and I appreciate all that he has done, but now I’m allowed to get behind the wheel – WooHooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have my little blue placard which allows me to park in a handicapped space so getting into the building shouldn’t be too bad. &lt;br /&gt;As parking is at a premium at work, I leave at least 60 to 90 minutes earlier to get a parking spot close to the entrance of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit at my desk ALL DAY LONG, the only time I get up is to hobble out to the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch is at my desk, because it’s just toooooooo far to walk down to the lunch room.&lt;br /&gt;Going home seems to be the one truly bright part of the day. &lt;br /&gt;Once home, I plant myself on the sofa and put my leg into the CPM machine to work my knee. This lasts for about 3 – 4 hours (on the weekends its 6 hours), then it’s off to bed. &lt;br /&gt;The weekends pretty much is on the sofa reading, watching television, surfing the web, playing games or watching Netflix movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I keep telling myself is that I have only 3 more weeks, 3 more weeks!! This will come to an end and I will be walking on two legs again. The crutches will be placed in the far back section of the closet until my body decides it’s going to revolt once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for being such a whiner, but you try being on crutches for 3 weeks and not bitching about it. Just wait until I’m in week 6, who knows what I’ll be bitching about then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, be grateful that you have your health and working limbs. I’ve a new-found respect and admiration for those who are permanently disabled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-5071132054200723850?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5071132054200723850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=5071132054200723850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5071132054200723850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5071132054200723850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-3.html' title='Week 3'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-7674014055186916335</id><published>2009-06-25T17:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:23:18.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>I can't get to my Twitter site - Twitter overload.  It must be due to all the rumors that Michael Jackson is dead. So far, no one has confirmed it except for TMZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to tweet right now, but, I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-7674014055186916335?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7674014055186916335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=7674014055186916335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7674014055186916335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7674014055186916335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-6417947624975723896</id><published>2009-06-10T10:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:11:24.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Management Exercise</title><content type='html'>Just in case you are having a rough day, here is a stress management technique recommended in all the latest psychological journals. &lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that it really does work and will make you smile. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Picture yourself lying on your belly on a warm rock that hangs out over a crystal clear stream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Picture yourself with both your hands dangling in the cool running water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Birds are sweetly singing in the cool mountain air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No one knows your secret place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You are in total seclusion from that hectic place called the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The soothing sound of a gentle water fall fills the air with a cascade of serenity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The water is so crystal clear that you can easily make out the face of the person you are holding underwater. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? It really does work. You're smiling already. Feel free to forward this if you know others who might benefit from this technique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-6417947624975723896?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6417947624975723896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=6417947624975723896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6417947624975723896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6417947624975723896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/stress-management-exercise.html' title='Stress Management Exercise'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-2231578860230675858</id><published>2009-05-30T08:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T09:00:23.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of seeing this goofy dog on my blog I decided to throw some photos I shot last week on the blog for now. There's no real reason why I selected these, I just did. Unfortunately I only have a few minutes to do this. So this is going to be quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SiE5VHgMKAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/VOBDc_A9n7o/s1600-h/IMG_6151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341613667992217602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SiE5VHgMKAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/VOBDc_A9n7o/s400/IMG_6151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SiE5U76IAdI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SIQXoDgsLkg/s1600-h/IMG_6137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341613664879772114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SiE5U76IAdI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SIQXoDgsLkg/s400/IMG_6137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-2231578860230675858?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2231578860230675858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=2231578860230675858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2231578860230675858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2231578860230675858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/candy.html' title='Candy'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SiE5VHgMKAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/VOBDc_A9n7o/s72-c/IMG_6151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-6764153332245569126</id><published>2009-05-19T17:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:17:43.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/ShMvhiMTgmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/MaqTWF6gUeA/s1600-h/05192009.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337662236524773986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/ShMvhiMTgmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/MaqTWF6gUeA/s400/05192009.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was just tooo funny NOT to post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-6764153332245569126?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6764153332245569126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=6764153332245569126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6764153332245569126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6764153332245569126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-was-just-tooo-funny-not-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/ShMvhiMTgmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/MaqTWF6gUeA/s72-c/05192009.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-4561455152594088659</id><published>2009-05-16T11:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:03:46.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>I was really hoping to get outstide and do something today, like shoot some photos.  But, NOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining AGAIN!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go out, but I don't want to get the camera wet.  So here I sit at the kitchen table, listening to the washing machine do its thing, updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Hub was able to mow the front and back yards yesterday afternoon. As I sit here, I glance out the window into the back yard and see everything a bright green.  The grass, rose bushes, and oleanders look great against the redish brown fence. A very vibrant green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways (big sigh), I think it's time to get out of the house.  On days like this, there is only one thing I can think to do...go out and spend money.&lt;br /&gt;I think I can get Hub to go to the bookstore, then maybe a movie, then maybe a camera shop to "look" at a lens or two.  You never know what you might come across. &lt;br /&gt;Ooo, the music store, that's an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-4561455152594088659?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4561455152594088659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=4561455152594088659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4561455152594088659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4561455152594088659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-rainy-day.html' title='Another Rainy Day'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1451386986440704703</id><published>2009-05-13T13:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:19:19.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First/Last Day on the Job</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine sent me this today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after landing my new job as a Wal-Mart greeter,a good find for many retirees,I lasted less than a day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two hours into my first day on the job a very loud, unattractive, mean-acting woman walked into the store with her two kids,yelling obscenities at them all the way through the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I had been instructed, I said pleasantly, 'Good morning and welcome to Wal-Mart. Nice children you have there. Are they twins?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly woman stopped yelling long enough to say, 'No, they ain't twins. The oldest one's 9, and the other one's 7.&lt;br /&gt;Why would you think they're twins? Are you blind, or just stupid?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I replied, 'I'm neither blind nor stupid, Ma'am, I just couldn't believe someone slept with you twice.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor said I probably wasn't cut out for this line of work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-1451386986440704703?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1451386986440704703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1451386986440704703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1451386986440704703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1451386986440704703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/firstlast-day-on-job.html' title='First/Last Day on the Job'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-2396403472569897545</id><published>2009-05-09T23:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:32:55.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, although it may not seem that way, but I'm still around. I just haven't been spending too much time on the blog sites lately. I seem to have acquired a terrible addiction to a game called Mafia Wars. So I'm online either fighting, robbing or putting out hits on people for money and power. Ohh, what fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally cleaned off some files from the old desk top. I'm not sure what Hub is going to be doing with it. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Mother's Day, and I just wanted to say that I am very lucky to have the best mom ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you mom, and I'll talk to you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-2396403472569897545?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2396403472569897545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=2396403472569897545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2396403472569897545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2396403472569897545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-although-it-may-not-seem-that-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-8031028678579764740</id><published>2009-04-16T07:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:19:10.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again it's been a while since I've posted, but what can I say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now this is going to be a quick post because I am not feeling all that well.  This past Sunday, my godson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slimed&lt;/span&gt; me and the result was the flu.  Interesting how a 4 yr old can make an adult feel so bad and delirious for a couple of days.  Bless his little ole heart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I felt bad and decided not to go to work because I know what it's like to catch something from someone who should not have been at work.  Plus, I didn't want to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WolfLoverGirl&lt;/span&gt; sick - I would never hear the end of it from Mr. M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I kept spiking a fever and drinking fluids until I thought I was going to drown.  I planted myself on the sofa with my laptop and watched SEVERAL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;episodes&lt;/span&gt; of Heroes - thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NetFlix&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hub came home from work with a small pint of vanilla ice cream for me...he really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; how to make me feel better!!  It tasted delicious and felt great going down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I sit here waiting for my fever to break and hope it happens soon, because I really, really feel like crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It time to publish this post and go back under the covers and wait this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-8031028678579764740?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8031028678579764740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=8031028678579764740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8031028678579764740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8031028678579764740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/04/once-again-its-been-while-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-5652582562157687136</id><published>2009-03-29T07:50:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:59:35.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AFI Dallas - Red Carpet</title><content type='html'>Things are going well with AFI Dallas film festival. Opening night was this past Thursday, at NorthPark AMC. The Red Carpet was a hoot! I was positioned on the second floor for just about 45 minutes and then I took it upon myself to move down to the pit area at the end of the Red Carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big name for the night was Adrien Brody and Robert Towne. Here are a few shots from that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc9ySOXCVVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/qLfFtl5Zxx0/s1600-h/IMG_5777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318595342365775186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc9ySOXCVVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/qLfFtl5Zxx0/s320/IMG_5777.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;The Boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc90UyxsN7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8bQbvv0pFYg/s1600-h/IMG_5865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318597585524242354" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc90UyxsN7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8bQbvv0pFYg/s320/IMG_5865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc91GBg1cTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Yi9XD9SvFoE/s1600-h/IMG_5909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318598431293665586" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc91GBg1cTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Yi9XD9SvFoE/s320/IMG_5909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc91rr6sugI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pzRD6YO8d4k/s1600-h/IMG_5938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318599078331595266" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc91rr6sugI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pzRD6YO8d4k/s320/IMG_5938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc92ALMplVI/AAAAAAAAAUo/327nISBi1rs/s1600-h/IMG_5953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318599430325769554" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc92ALMplVI/AAAAAAAAAUo/327nISBi1rs/s320/IMG_5953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc92cnVhX7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/bNG3c90yY1U/s1600-h/IMG_5966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318599918915510194" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc92cnVhX7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/bNG3c90yY1U/s320/IMG_5966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eric Mofford &amp;amp; Nicole Torre - Houston, We Have a Problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc93bMfz89I/AAAAAAAAAU4/SnIGBiih_CM/s1600-h/IMG_6015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318600994042672082" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc93bMfz89I/AAAAAAAAAU4/SnIGBiih_CM/s320/IMG_6015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrien Brody - The Brothers Bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc93b5uMNoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/h2Wd3_4jFpk/s1600-h/IMG_6061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318601006182577794" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc93b5uMNoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/h2Wd3_4jFpk/s320/IMG_6061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Adrien Brody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc97-yAOJxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cBsVivd9R6w/s1600-h/IMG_6152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318606003452651282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc97-yAOJxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cBsVivd9R6w/s320/IMG_6152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Robert Towne - Director of China Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc97-U-y0lI/AAAAAAAAAVI/le07_7UwYDQ/s1600-h/IMG_6175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318605995662037586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc97-U-y0lI/AAAAAAAAAVI/le07_7UwYDQ/s320/IMG_6175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rinko Kikuchi - the Brothers Bloom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-5652582562157687136?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5652582562157687136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=5652582562157687136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5652582562157687136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5652582562157687136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-morning-already.html' title='AFI Dallas - Red Carpet'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/Sc9ySOXCVVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/qLfFtl5Zxx0/s72-c/IMG_5777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-825954081347245294</id><published>2009-03-25T21:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:00:10.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The most dangerous cake recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 MINUTE CHOCOLATE MUG CAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 tablespoons flour &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 tablespoons sugar 2 tablespoons cocoa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 egg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 tablespoons milk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 tablespoons oil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a small splash of vanilla extract &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 large coffee mug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add dry ingredients to mug, and mix well. Add the egg and mix thoroughly. Pour in the milk and oil and mix well. Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla extract, and mix again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts (high). The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed! Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto a plate if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAT! (this can serve 2 if you want to feel slightly more virtuous).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is this the most dangerous cake recipe in the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because now we are all only 5 minutes away from chocolate cake at any time of the day or night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-825954081347245294?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/825954081347245294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=825954081347245294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/825954081347245294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/825954081347245294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/03/most-dangerous-cake-recipe.html' title='The most dangerous cake recipe'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-6122504221955922830</id><published>2009-03-25T21:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:48:13.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Very Tired Person</title><content type='html'>I can stands it no more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been far too long since I have posted. This site is my default page when logging into this spider web known as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet,&lt;/span&gt; and I've decided I cannot log into cyberspace one more time if I don't post something...anything. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slayings and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relocations&lt;/span&gt; have begun. Rumor has it that co-workers are now part of some new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-titled department which does... Well, I don't know that yet, hell, even the people in this new department isn't quite sure what it is they will be doing. I mean, these people don't even have a leader to report to - this person hasn't been hired yet. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are rumors out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wahzoo&lt;/span&gt; about directors and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VPs&lt;/span&gt; that have apparently been released from the bondage I call "The Company" - not by choice.  Departments being outsourced, managers being offered supervisory jobs. &lt;br /&gt;Everything and nothing has been confirmed, and for those who have been in called into meeting and discovered their fate, let me say this to you... They lied to you!! What ever you have been told is more than likely a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself will probably be forced to continue to work for "The Company" for a while longer. Oh, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;humanity&lt;/span&gt;! But that may change. I may be relocated to another department then told that I don't have a job. Yup, this is the kind of place "The Company" has turned into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate America...Ya gotta love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-6122504221955922830?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6122504221955922830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=6122504221955922830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6122504221955922830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6122504221955922830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/03/ramblings-of-very-tired-person.html' title='Ramblings of a Very Tired Person'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-4634915096553939508</id><published>2009-03-01T17:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:07:51.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Past Week</title><content type='html'>Well, this past week I had my last treatment for my Achilles tendon problem.  Although I was still wearing the boot for a good portion of the week, I'm now going without it a majority of the day.  It feels weird wearing a complete pair of shoes again; I'm a little hesitant to walk a normal pace for fear of feeling the excruciating pain that I felt a month ago. It's really not hurting, it's just a matter of stretching the tendons and muscles.  I'm getting there...yea!!!&lt;br /&gt;Plus it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; good to be able to drive myself to work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Altho&lt;/span&gt;, I must admit I enjoyed having Hub drive me around - some good quality time. I just didn't like getting to work an hour to an hour and a half later than usual.  But, things are getting back to normal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out last week that I've been selected to work for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AFI&lt;/span&gt; Dallas as a photographer for the film festival in late March.  Talk about jazzed up, I was so excited when I found out I couldn't sit still. This is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; cool! &lt;br /&gt;I'll be photographing independent film makers, actors and sponsors during parties, Q&amp;amp;A sessions, and working the "Red Carpet".  &lt;br /&gt;I attended my first meeting Saturday and found approximately 30 other photographers were accepted.  There are three different venues requiring coverage, so they need plenty of photographers.&lt;br /&gt;One nice surprise - as I was parking my car, I saw someone I recognized...my old photo instructor.  I hadn't seen him in over a year and now I'll be working with him. How cool is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found and bought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit board.  This is going to come in handy to get my ankle/feet back into working order. Now if I can get Hub to stop playing his games, I can start playing mine.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WoooHoooo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still unsure who is going to get laid off, if anyone.  I've been told that we should know what our status is with the company by the end of March. We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is pretty much the highlights of last week, not a bad week if I say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-4634915096553939508?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4634915096553939508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=4634915096553939508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4634915096553939508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4634915096553939508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-past-week.html' title='This Past Week'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1842336844337009276</id><published>2009-02-14T09:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:58:51.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in Your Wallet?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I drove myself to work (yea!!) because I had a therapy appointment at 10:45, and didn't want Hub to leave work in the middle of the day and then have to go back.  Plus, I'm thinking Hub wouldn't mind the break from playing chauffer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the expected 40 minute drive from Carrollton to Denton in less than 30 minutes.  This is what "no traffic" is like.   &lt;br /&gt;So being 15 minutes early, I sat in the car cleaning out my wallet for about 10 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much crap one can collect in a little wallet.  Other than the standard items (credit/debit cards, drivers license, Sam's card, etc.), my findings were as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Old receipts (2 dating back to 2/27/2007)&lt;br /&gt;3 Kohls discount cards (expired)&lt;br /&gt;7 grocery store coupons (yes, expired)&lt;br /&gt;8 gift cards (several unused)&lt;br /&gt;3 Medical insurance cards (two expired)&lt;br /&gt;1 Library card&lt;br /&gt;1 NAPP membership card&lt;br /&gt;4 phone numbers without names&lt;br /&gt;3 phone numbers with names&lt;br /&gt;1 directions to a friends house&lt;br /&gt;1 photo of me from Extreme Makeover Home Edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I need a new wallet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept running those Capital One commercials through my head - the ones with the barbarians running rampant in the city, and for the rest of the afternoon, I kept hearing "What's in you're wallet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-1842336844337009276?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1842336844337009276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1842336844337009276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1842336844337009276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1842336844337009276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-in-your-wallet.html' title='What&apos;s in Your Wallet?'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-9032890993416573249</id><published>2009-02-12T21:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:33:19.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Hobbling</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctor to find out how my torn tendon is doing.  Yes, I have a torn Achilles tendon in my right foot. &lt;br /&gt;So far my foot has been immobilized for the past three weeks, and I still have another week + to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I can't just take the boot off and start walking, because my muscles have atrophied to a degree, and the tendon will need to be stretched.  It's a slow and somewhat painful (so I've heard) process, but I'm up for it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just chompin' at the bits to get back on a regular workout routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 10-12 more days of the boot and less than a week and a half of therapy and I should be able to wear a &lt;strong&gt;pair&lt;/strong&gt; of shoes.  Although, I will need to make sure that I wear the same color socks.  Lately, I've been a bit lazy and really haven't paid attention to what color sock I put on my right foot.  On the average, it sure as heck doesn't match my left one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that there's no excuse for not color coordinating your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be driving myself to work and therapy tomorrow.  Poor Hub has been chauffeuring me everywhere since this happened. I need to be able to get around (outside the house) on my own, it'll definitely give him a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-9032890993416573249?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/9032890993416573249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=9032890993416573249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/9032890993416573249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/9032890993416573249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-hobbling.html' title='Still Hobbling'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1579841761687385211</id><published>2009-02-07T12:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:24:24.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Past Week</title><content type='html'>My brother quit his job and moved to California. He drove off into the sunset on Thursday and was headed to mom and dads house for a day or two (I think) before he continued on to the west coast.  Good Luck and Be Safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doctor and found I need to keep the lovely boot on for another week, maybe two.  I'm all set to start physical therapy on Monday.  Hopefully at the end of next week I can start weening myself out of the boot. Keep your fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was busier than normal.  I had to manage the pilot users, my tester, and my normal job duties.  I unfortunately didn't get much testing done, and I tried to attend some of the training sessions for some new users.  Let me say, I was kept busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the senior directors was let go Friday morning. Sorry to say, that it was a long time coming.  From my understanding, his position was eliminated and had nothing to do with the impending company layoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cats are doing peachy.  They're happy as long as they have their little heating pads to sleep on, food to eat, and a clean cat box to - well, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we played cards with some friends and a couple of the guys were goofing off playing games on the Wii.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the girls, oh soo smoked the guys in cards.  We completely annihilated them.  I love the smell of victory!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the short and sweet of it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-1579841761687385211?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1579841761687385211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1579841761687385211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1579841761687385211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1579841761687385211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-past-week.html' title='This Past Week'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-835995554419947732</id><published>2009-01-28T08:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:51:50.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma Loves You Better</title><content type='html'>I know I've mentioned that I would not bitch about work in this blog, but today I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, due to my inability to drive (the boot, remember?) and potentially bad weather, I didn't make it into the office.  So despite the fact that I worked emails and forwarded work assignments, I had to take a vacation day.  I had no problem with that until this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking email, I found out that due terrible, freezing rains which blew through Dallas last night, many of my co-workers will not be going into the office due to extremely icy road conditions.  Which is completely understandable. &lt;br /&gt;Out of 6 people that sent emails, only 2 are going to try to make it in - I am one of the two.  WolfLoverGirl is the other. &lt;br /&gt;The boss lady, will be working from home - she has that prerogative because she is the boss and has the ability/connectivity and authority to do so.  No one else in the department, below management level, has the authority or ability to also work from home.  With the apparent exception of one - the Mentor.  She apparently still has, in her possession, a laptop which was loaned to her when she attended a seminar/class months ago. &lt;br /&gt;So this person sent an email stating that SHE WAS WORKING FROM HOME today, in her flannel pajamas.  Which, I am most certain, that she will not be using a vacation day like everyone else who choose to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ticks me off about this is the fact that a) she has the ability to do so - please note, she is not a manager, and b) she sends an email out gloating about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is her work more important than others???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running on a deadline, I have 93 items that need to be addressed by Thursday - tomorrow!!!  But yes, I am going into the office as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go in my flannel pajama's and a bowl of cereal in hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-835995554419947732?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/835995554419947732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=835995554419947732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/835995554419947732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/835995554419947732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/01/momma-loves-you-better.html' title='Momma Loves You Better'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-6302995226961328484</id><published>2009-01-25T10:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:27:08.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' Out or Not</title><content type='html'>Here is the latest update on my latest attempt to get in shape and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago I started walking/jogging on the treadmill with the intent on eventually jogging at least a mile (no walking). Things were going really quite good. I was jogging more and more, stretching before and after. I even started doing some strength training. I started realizing that I am enjoying this 3 day a week routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the holidays, I started working out religiously, but then last Sunday happened. I was in the master bath watching hub put together this automatic shower cleaner thing when I started tossing small cups of water over the shower door to get the walls wet where the shower normally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t hit. Anyways, I was on the balls of my feet and jumped. That’s when I felt searing pain on my right heal and Achilles tendon.&lt;br /&gt;After applying hot and cold packs, it still hurt. I had experienced this before (although not as painful) when reaching for something in an upper cabinet in the kitchen, I thought it was time to go to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, the doctor informed me that I had &lt;a href="http://http//www.eorthopod.com/public/patient_education/6483/haglunds_deformity_of_the_foot.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haglund&lt;/span&gt;’s Deformity&lt;/a&gt;. Since this has been an issue (the pain) for quite some time now, the possibility of rupturing my Achilles tendon is very good. So to prevent that from happening and NOT having surgery, I must add another brace type contraption to my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SXyRFyDbuvI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tPdXVcP7twI/s1600-h/boot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295266790402407154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SXyRFyDbuvI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tPdXVcP7twI/s320/boot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am now, and will be, sporting this stylishly chic "boot" (pictured on the left)for the next 2 weeks - minimum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the boot comes off I get two weeks of physical therapy and then a week or two later it will be determined if all this has done any good. If not, I will need to consider surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing this from the doctor, of course I asked the stupidest question of all times – Can I still get on the treadmill????&lt;br /&gt;At this point she told me exactly what happens when a tendon ruptures. That pretty much answered my question. Man thinking about what she said still makes me cringe (insert body shiver here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I was really REALLY ticked off. I start doing something about my health and doing something I wanted to enjoy doing, and when I do it turns out that I can’t. Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I start to do something to get in shape something happens.&lt;br /&gt;I’m beginning to think this is God’s way of telling me that he wants me fat and out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to get into exercises I can do sitting or laying on the floor, but the drive I had before is drifting away, but I’m trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving around in the boot is not that bad. The one thing that bothers me is that I can’t sneak up on Hub anymore; when I walk there is a crunching sound coming from the 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Velcro&lt;/span&gt; straps that everyone can hear. I feel like a ninja cat with a cowbell around her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around the office is going to be fun and so much for sneaking out of my cube!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Untill&lt;/span&gt; next time….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-6302995226961328484?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6302995226961328484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=6302995226961328484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6302995226961328484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6302995226961328484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/01/workin-out-or-not.html' title='Workin&apos; Out or Not'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SXyRFyDbuvI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tPdXVcP7twI/s72-c/boot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-5184612522794872718</id><published>2009-01-21T10:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:38:00.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarius Tidbits</title><content type='html'>Here is something I found and as I am an Aquarian, I just had to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each sign has a part of the anatomy attached to it, making this the area of the body that is most sensitive to stimulation. The anatomical areas for Aquarius are the ankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The ankles?? REALLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruling Planet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ruling planet for Aquarius is Uranus. This planet is considered the breaker of rules and tradition. Uranus rules psychology, inventions, originality, creative will, rebellion, and autonomy. This planet is futuristic, intellectual, and even eccentric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Color&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color of choice for Aquarius is turquoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I look good in turquoise - so I've been told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemstone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius' star stone is the Turquoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not one of my favorite stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucky Numbers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius' lucky numbers are 2, 3, and 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Next time I'm in Vegas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compatible Signs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquarians are most compatible with Gemini, Libra, and other Aquarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We love them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opposite Sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposite sign for Aquarius is Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Had a boyfriend in high school that was a Leo...roar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfect Gift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unusual machines, music, books on favorite subjects, a gift to their favorite cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Definitely true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good cause, being part of a club, scientific ideas, fun with friends, a good listener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pretty much the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dislikes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dull or boring situations, people who disagree with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural sign of the Eleventh House. This house focuses on friends, goals, hopes, wishes, circumstances beyond control, and love received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Famous Aquarians&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Travolta, Ellen DeGeneres, Justin Timberlake, Shakira, Jennifer Aniston, Michael C. Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If they say so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Travel Destinations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweden, Israel, Moscow, Salzburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Two out of four ain't bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strengths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progressive, original, humanitarian, independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes, I'm an originally progressive independent humanitarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weaknesses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runs from emotional expression, uncompromising, temperamental, aloof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Like the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charismatic Marks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good looks, beautiful eyes, angular faces, thin build&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Three out of four, once again, ain't bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Environment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any gathering of people to exchange ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Can you say party??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-5184612522794872718?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5184612522794872718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=5184612522794872718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5184612522794872718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5184612522794872718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/01/aquarius-tidbits.html' title='Aquarius Tidbits'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-4217432658040779936</id><published>2009-01-18T17:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:36:24.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>I know it's been awhile since I last posted, but what can I say - I have no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is work! Nothing new there except the renovations on half the second floor. The group sales people are moving into our building, so there's construction going on. I managed to sneak a  photo of the area next to the workout room, it's been totally gutted.  Just a note, I had an office where the window is in the center of this photo.  Boy do I miss that window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SXO-0oQCHqI/AAAAAAAAATg/_CjmSHIiDw4/s1600-h/Jan2009-0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292783798457605794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SXO-0oQCHqI/AAAAAAAAATg/_CjmSHIiDw4/s320/Jan2009-0374.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;p&gt;One thing that I am dreading is the parking situation. It's already touch and go, I can only imagine what it will be like when they move in.&lt;/p&gt;Other than that, it's the same old thing. Busy, busy, busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out good friends of ours are going to have a baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now, every time I go out shopping, I look at baby stuff. There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much cute stuff out there, it's hard not to buy something, but I am keeping control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cats are acting their age, all 19 years of them. I guess in human years, they would be close to 90. At least that is what I heard at the vet's office. I swear these guys are worse than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crotchety&lt;/span&gt; old men. Every morning, they move to the computer room to lay in the sun. If it's cloudy outside or the blinds are not positioned correctly and no sun is shining in, they will meow their heads off. Yeah, like I can make the sun shine. I'm good, but not that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really done any shooting (photography), I'm trying to get some stuff done at home, little projects, nothing special. I'm hoping to have some time within the next week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there really isn't much going on in my world at the moment, as I've said in the past... That's not always a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-4217432658040779936?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4217432658040779936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=4217432658040779936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4217432658040779936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4217432658040779936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/01/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SXO-0oQCHqI/AAAAAAAAATg/_CjmSHIiDw4/s72-c/Jan2009-0374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-4775702240995424559</id><published>2009-01-05T16:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:31:15.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is how I felt when I left the office today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/01/05/funny-pictures-u-wanna-peas-o-dis/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_2936755" title="funny-pictures-cat-challenges-you-to-a-fight" height="434" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/12/funny-pictures-cat-challenges-you-to-a-fight.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-4775702240995424559?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4775702240995424559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=4775702240995424559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4775702240995424559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4775702240995424559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-4993719510203264941</id><published>2009-01-04T13:23:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:02:20.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Lake</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago Hub was chompin' at the bits to get out of the house and play a quick round of disc golf. Since he felt better (he's had a cold for the last week +) and I wanted to be outdoors, we headed of to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really wasn't in the mood to attempt a full game, I decided to take my camera and do my photo thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SWEQXO5AnLI/AAAAAAAAASw/fQnQYfJKBv0/s1600-h/IMG_5646_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287525428829920434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SWEQXO5AnLI/AAAAAAAAASw/fQnQYfJKBv0/s320/IMG_5646_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was an absolutely beautiful day. Apparently we weren't the only ones who thought so. The course was crowded, so we didn't walk the entire course. There were groups of up to 10 playing which meant that Hub skipped a few holes because he didn't want to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few images I shot at the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SWEQMVztaTI/AAAAAAAAASo/A6knlc-JDAA/s1600-h/IMG_5691_nedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287525241708177714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SWEQMVztaTI/AAAAAAAAASo/A6knlc-JDAA/s320/IMG_5691_nedit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SWESYjmYtMI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CU17hXm7gK8/s1600-h/IMG_5620_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287527650592076994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SWESYjmYtMI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CU17hXm7gK8/s320/IMG_5620_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SWESv0hJhTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uXOKdfMq1EU/s1600-h/IMG_5731_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287528050270504242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SWESv0hJhTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uXOKdfMq1EU/s320/IMG_5731_edit.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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SWESgUoOoKI/AAAAAAAAATA/36Y4vjxUGWk/s1600-h/IMG_5631_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287527784012226722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SWESgUoOoKI/AAAAAAAAATA/36Y4vjxUGWk/s320/IMG_5631_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/26732824-4993719510203264941?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4993719510203264941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=4993719510203264941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4993719510203264941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4993719510203264941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2009/01/couple-of-days-ago-hub-was-chompin-at.html' title='At the Lake'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SWEQXO5AnLI/AAAAAAAAASw/fQnQYfJKBv0/s72-c/IMG_5646_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-6945497504299516020</id><published>2008-12-31T13:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:31:33.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year To You and You, and You!!</title><content type='html'>I'm ready for the end of this year!! &lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been a really bad year, just different. Lots of things happened - some good, some bad, and some I'm still trying to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for tonight are very simple - there are no plans.  Hub is still fighting a nasty cold which he has been generous and shared with me and KT.  I just love being somewhat off kilter especially when I have time off from work.  It really makes time at home with a box (or two) of Puffs (with lotion) so memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all who follow me on a semi regular bases, and for those who stumble upon me (woohoo!), I mean my blog, I would like to wish you all a joyous and safe evening and good wishes for the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-6945497504299516020?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6945497504299516020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=6945497504299516020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6945497504299516020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6945497504299516020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-to-you-and-you-and-you.html' title='Happy New Year To You and You, and You!!'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-5486027051306119500</id><published>2008-12-26T10:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:34:35.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Early To Plan?</title><content type='html'>Christmas has come and gone...finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Christmas was not one to record in the books, at least for me. &lt;br /&gt;I just wasn't there mentally, which really was a bummer for Hub. He can get into Christmas and all it's spirit, but unfortunately I was a Christmas kill-joy this year - Sorry about that Hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down and decided that next year we were going to be one with Christmas.  Yes, we shall be Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Decorations are going up inside and out on Thanksgiving weekend, we will be shopping relatively early, cards will be sent out and we will spread joy and good will to all we see. &lt;br /&gt;I think we will even have some sort of gathering of friends at the house to celebrate the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think I will take this as an action item and start making a list of all I want to do next Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I guess this means that I will need to hit some of the After-Christmas sales today in order to have what I need for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, better get cracking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho Ho Ho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-5486027051306119500?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5486027051306119500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=5486027051306119500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5486027051306119500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5486027051306119500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-early-to-plan.html' title='Too Early To Plan?'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1661641532084831319</id><published>2008-12-21T08:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:23:47.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays</title><content type='html'>It's been about a week since I last posted, so I am forcing myself to do so now. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Christmas is almost here, and does my house show any sign of holiday cheer...no. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure why, but I'm just not feeling it this year.  I'm not depressed or anything like that, I guess I'm just not in the mood. Sorry about that Hub! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been rough, finally got the application to pilot, although it's still buggy as hell - surprise, surprise!&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take the full week off from work and just veg at the house. I haven't decided if I'm going to make some tamales. Luckily, I haven't committed anything to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the shopping is done, which really wasn't all that much because it was decided early on that gifts would be few and just for the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I do appreciate the time and effort taken when given a gift, when I'm asked the dreaded question "what do you want for Christmas?", I tell them "nothing",  I don't need anything. &lt;br /&gt;Next year, if asked I'll say something to the effect of "buy something for a child in need" or "donate the money planned for me to a worthy cause". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my age advances, I have developed a penchant for expensive items, and wouldn't dream of expecting these from friends or family - well, maybe Hub. But, isn't that his duty, to shower me with expensive gifts, throughout the year (not just Christmas and birthdays)?  Hint, hint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do wish everyone a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and a joyous Kwanzaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-1661641532084831319?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1661641532084831319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1661641532084831319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1661641532084831319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1661641532084831319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays.html' title='The Holidays'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1818385322398831278</id><published>2008-12-14T07:42:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:09:14.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Makeover, Home Edition</title><content type='html'>This past Friday I took the day off from work so that I could lend a helping hand to a family get back into there home. It was the most emotional, self satisfying feeling - it still tugs at my heart today just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the dirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered to help out with the rebuilding of a family's home out in Keller, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tx&lt;/span&gt;. The ABC television series Extreme Makeover Home Edition selected the &lt;a href="http://dhomeblog.dmagazine.com/2008/12/09/extreme-makeover-home-edition-showtime-in-keller-texas/"&gt;Augustin family &lt;/a&gt;(Peter and Amber) and began work on their new home this past Tuesday. Due to work, I could only volunteer on Friday. I did, however, try to get in on Saturday and Sunday, but all the slots were taken.&lt;br /&gt;So on Thursday night, I grabbed everything that I would need to take with me (wasn't really all that much) and went to bed, 4 AM comes mighty early.&lt;br /&gt;The alarm went off, and I hopped out of bed, dressed and off I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keller is a small town north of Ft. Worth and pretty much west of my house. So I hit the road and maneuvered through little two lane roads and finally made it to the build site. I was a bit unnerved at the parking, I had to drive off a street and onto a field to get to the parking and volunteer check-in tents. Remember, it's in the country in the wee hours of the morning. The only guiding light I had was the actual house - it was lit up like a football field.&lt;br /&gt;I was off to check-in, grab my shirt and my hard hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention, the temperature was in the high 20's/low 30's. Yeah, it was COLD.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wear my jacket because the logo on the back of the shirt identified people allowed on the site. Luckily, I wore some silks (similar to long-johns) under my clothes and stayed in the catering tent until the sun came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the tent, I helped to set up and serve breakfast. Serving came in spurts so in during the slow moments I would grab some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chlorox&lt;/span&gt; wipes and start cleaning the tables for the next group. There were 35 to 40 tables set up that me and another women wiped down. I do have to admit I was impressed that the guys working on the house all picked up they're own trash.&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we set out tons of snacks and drinks (all donated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at breakfast, we didn't need to wear the hard hats so we set them aside, after awhile someone came in and took them back to the volunteer tent. Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun had finally come out and after working in the catering tent, I decided to venture outside with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JoAnn&lt;/span&gt;, another volunteer. We headed out to the volunteer tent to see if anything was needed there. We were in luck, errands needed to be run in town so off we go. We were gone for about an hour maybe a bit longer. Upon our return I was told to grab a hard hat and take some stuff up to the house - yippee!! I get my hard hat back and I'm not giving it up until it's time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going up to the house was where everything was happening - it was so exciting and so full of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is turning into a long read, so I'll start shortening it up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my time I supplied drinks and snacks to the workers in and around the house.&lt;br /&gt;I ran errands around the site, I cleaned up trash inside and outside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did meet some of the people on the show - Eduardo, Tracy and Paul. Ty wasn't in town on Friday, it was rumored that he was due later that evening.&lt;br /&gt;At one point I was in the house with snacks and drinks for the workers while the production crew were taping a segment, the director told me that there was a possibility that I may be in the shot and to ignore the camera. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met and had a nice conversation with Mike Agustin, Peter's father. I heard the whole story on the flood that ruined their home and everything that happened during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;show's&lt;/span&gt; selection process.&lt;br /&gt;It was great talking to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to take some pictures, but I can't post them until Monday afternoon after the "Move That Bus" segment is filmed. It was in the release I signed.&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;a href="http://www.extreme.wall.com/photos.aspx"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;, you can see some of the photos from the builder's site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did meet and make friends with two great girls - Lisa and Tammy.  Thanks girls, I had a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the site at 3PM or so after I realized that I was TIRED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I drove home, sat on the sofa and immediately fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day, but well worth the aches, pains and bruises I knew I would have the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something good!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-1818385322398831278?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1818385322398831278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1818385322398831278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1818385322398831278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1818385322398831278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/12/extreme-makeover-home-edition.html' title='Extreme Makeover, Home Edition'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-5285115849293572910</id><published>2008-12-04T17:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:19:52.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to the Vet</title><content type='html'>Last week little Sammy was feeling under the weather, wayyyy under the weather, so Hub and I took him to the vets to get checked out.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out his intestinal distress was due to stress. Sammy apparently didn't like the Fios guy here last Tuesday and, (what I believe to be the kicker) he didn't like that I had rearranged the furniture in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am the one who took his 100 year old rocking chair and moved it wayyyy over on the other side of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of these two items, the poor little (old fart) cat was suffering with intestinal issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved his chair back to the old spot and, with his antibiotics he is doing much better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a rotten mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at the vet's office we met little Sofia who was just dressed and ready for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ALWAYS have my camera with me, I shot a quick video of her in all her glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cbe8fbe010419755" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcbe8fbe010419755%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331902743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32B4A92138827DC69EE8101058453BBCF56AF2EC.78B680FFFEE96D98A9452C4D5BB2ACBE18800A60%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcbe8fbe010419755%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhGEpdTU1kaIOPafMAcVyN0RkiIU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcbe8fbe010419755%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331902743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32B4A92138827DC69EE8101058453BBCF56AF2EC.78B680FFFEE96D98A9452C4D5BB2ACBE18800A60%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcbe8fbe010419755%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhGEpdTU1kaIOPafMAcVyN0RkiIU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-5285115849293572910?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cbe8fbe010419755&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5285115849293572910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=5285115849293572910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5285115849293572910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5285115849293572910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/12/visit-to-vet.html' title='A Visit to the Vet'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-2086520235530606713</id><published>2008-11-29T20:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:04:30.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Likes Lentils??</title><content type='html'>I found my recipe for this really good lentil stew, so I thought I would share it with those who are unfamiliar with lentils and dare to try something new. Give it a shot, it’s cheap and soo easy to make. It’s great on a cold and rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spicy Red Lentil Stew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep time: 10 minutes Cooking time: 15-20 minutes Serves: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cans reduced sodium chicken broth (14.5 oz cans)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup red lentils, picked over, rinsed, and drained&lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 carrot, chopped&lt;br /&gt;¾ tsp curry powder&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine the broth, lentils, onion, carrot, curry powder, and cumin in a large saucepan, and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer covered, until the lentils are tender but still hold their shape – about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Options: Add chopped cauliflower and some frozen peas for a little variation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Red lentils are smaller than the typical brown lentil, and they cook faster too. Look for them in large supermarkets or Middle Eastern or Indian grocery stores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-2086520235530606713?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2086520235530606713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=2086520235530606713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2086520235530606713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2086520235530606713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-likes-lentils.html' title='Who Likes Lentils??'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-2894198174366926669</id><published>2008-11-28T10:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:19:33.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marines in Action</title><content type='html'>The few, the proud, the Marines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-47a198a5e23f35d8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47a198a5e23f35d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331902743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D689E0AF88D17BB39765CBD1B76574BD87F5AC7D0.4F48776286B3ECB0CFD5E45887CCF900540EDEB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47a198a5e23f35d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFK4iHAY2u-z-xtoGwsT9Dk-0ArE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47a198a5e23f35d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331902743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D689E0AF88D17BB39765CBD1B76574BD87F5AC7D0.4F48776286B3ECB0CFD5E45887CCF900540EDEB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47a198a5e23f35d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFK4iHAY2u-z-xtoGwsT9Dk-0ArE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-2894198174366926669?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=47a198a5e23f35d8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2894198174366926669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=2894198174366926669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2894198174366926669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2894198174366926669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/dancing-marines.html' title='Marines in Action'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-8105975892630769400</id><published>2008-11-26T08:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:45:44.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Connected</title><content type='html'>My laptop is now mobile!!  &lt;br /&gt;I can now log into the internet from anywhere in the house. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the Verison dude came to the house and installed FIOS. I've been online pretty much since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now actually sitting at my desk in our "office" surfing and listening to music, while right behind me Hub is sitting playing video games on the desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, life is sooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Kevin (the Verizon dude) was here for about 5 hours or so getting everything connected.  He did take an hour or so off for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;The only major problem was when he had to go into the attic to drop a line down the wall. The line kept hanging up on something and it was taking forever, but he finally made it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also decided to dump Time Warner Cablevision and go with Verizon. We didn't get the DVR, but we may change our mind, but I'm not sure yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am running down to cable company and dropping the old cable boxes off and closing our account with TW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Time Warner, you're getting kicked to the curb - Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hub and I are going to the movies today (at least, that's the plan) to see Transporter 3. I liked the first two Transporter movies, and I am a fan of hunky Jason Statham (I hear he has a shirtless fight scene!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gots me more surfin' to do before I log off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-8105975892630769400?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8105975892630769400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=8105975892630769400&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8105975892630769400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8105975892630769400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/connected.html' title='Connected'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-9041701389841993084</id><published>2008-11-24T11:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:43:21.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed Feline</title><content type='html'>Too funny for words.  This is must-see video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPzNl6NKAG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPzNl6NKAG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-9041701389841993084?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/9041701389841993084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=9041701389841993084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/9041701389841993084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/9041701389841993084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/obsessed-feline.html' title='Obsessed Feline'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1203026255496378505</id><published>2008-11-19T11:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:25:57.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexiest Man Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SSRMFoNmx_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/OVpr_jrpfUs/s1600-h/hugh_jackman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270421123507865586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SSRMFoNmx_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/OVpr_jrpfUs/s400/hugh_jackman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/package/gallery/0,,20237714_20241212,00.html"&gt;Hugh Jackman: The Sexiest Man Alive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-1203026255496378505?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1203026255496378505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1203026255496378505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1203026255496378505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1203026255496378505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/sexiest-man-alive.html' title='Sexiest Man Alive'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SSRMFoNmx_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/OVpr_jrpfUs/s72-c/hugh_jackman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1071721127803270387</id><published>2008-11-15T10:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:41:39.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crusha Kittens</title><content type='html'>And Now For Something Totally Different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I introduce to you the &lt;a href="http://www.rathergood.com/gym_kittens/"&gt;Crusha&lt;/a&gt; kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is full-on dance mayhem based on a commercial for Crusha, with kittens working out in the gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-1071721127803270387?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1071721127803270387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1071721127803270387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1071721127803270387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1071721127803270387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/crusha-kittens.html' title='Crusha Kittens'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-8400987382687904542</id><published>2008-11-06T07:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:47:40.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Info</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1.       It takes your food seven seconds to get from your mouth to your stomach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.       One human hair can support 3 kg (6 lbs)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.       The average man's penis is 3x the length of his thumb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.       Human thigh bones are stronger than concrete&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.       A woman's heart beats faster than a mans&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.       There are about one trillion bacteria on each of your feet &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.       Women blink twice as often as men &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.       The average person's skin weighs twice as much as the brain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.       Your body uses 300 muscles to balance itself when you are standing still&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.   If saliva cannot dissolve something, you cannot taste it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.   Women reading this will be finished now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.   Men who read this are probably still busy checking their thumbs&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/26732824-8400987382687904542?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8400987382687904542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=8400987382687904542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8400987382687904542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8400987382687904542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/body-info.html' title='Body Info'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-29108659105858810</id><published>2008-10-24T11:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:56:02.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Answer is:  Under 30 Dollars</title><content type='html'>How much did it cost to fill my car with gas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to work this morning I realized I was running low on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;petrol&lt;/span&gt;, so I swung into the Sam's Club parking lot (Main St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lewisville&lt;/span&gt;) and headed to their pumps. They were unusually busy this morning but I didn't think much of it being Friday and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sam's card (and debit card) in hand I walked to the pump and proceeded to swipe the cards. This is when I noticed the price was $2.29!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, gas for 2.29 a gallon! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WoooHooo&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately called Hub and told him to saddle up the truck and get on out here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a great way to start the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-29108659105858810?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/29108659105858810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=29108659105858810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/29108659105858810'/><link 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href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7530044496819579404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=7530044496819579404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7530044496819579404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7530044496819579404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/10/bit-of-laughter.html' title='A Bit of Laughter'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-5371202676678136127</id><published>2008-10-15T20:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:36:31.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past, Revisited</title><content type='html'>The reunion weekend has come and gone, and I am so glad I was there. It was great see the people I ran with in my childhood and adolescent years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was, however, one person who I was eager to see - my high school sweetheart, the EX.  Saw him on Thursday night at the kick-off gathering.  When I found out he was there, I instantly got nervous.  We talked for a while exchanged pleasantries and then each went off to mingle with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, was the official start of the reunion.  We gathered at an Italian restaurant and welcomed those of who were unable to attended the kick-off party the night before.  The group in attendance was growing each day.  Saw the EX and we spent a little more time together, while hanging out with everyone.  It seemed we were finally becoming comfortable with each other and started have more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's festivities was the dinner/dance at the country club.  Boy was that place out in the boondocks.  The view however, was absolutely gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After catching up with old classmates, I spent the much of the evening with the EX, talking, dancing, and reminiscing - together and with others.&lt;br /&gt;During our visit down memory lane, I admitted that I had ulterior motives for wanting to see him. That seemed to pique his interest, so I summoned up the courage and asked him to tell me about the night we broke up, because I had no recollection of that night at all.  I think I caught him off guard with my memory lapse, but he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat and he told me everything that happened that night 30 years ago, and as he spoke I started remembering. Slowly bits and pieces came back.  I remembered how I felt - the anger and fear, I even recall some of the thoughts that had gone through my mind at the time.  He was very forthcoming with information regarding his feelings, and answered my questions with complete honesty.  The one thing he repeated was that he never wanted to hurt me - he was very sincere and I believe him.&lt;br /&gt;It was a little sad, but I finally had closure. Yeah, that sounds silly, but it was true.  The break up was inevitable and, now, I know that it would never have happened for us.  I guess you could say that no matter how hard we both tried, we were doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving back to the hotel later that night, I thought about the evening and I recall why I had fallen so hard for this guy.  He made me laugh!  He is smart, funny, and that smile of his was contagious.  Plus he looked really hot in his band (drum major) uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final goodbyes were said to all at brunch on Sunday. Not everyone attended, just the few close knit groups. Email addresses and cell numbers were exchanged, promises to keep in touch were made by many.  Many with the exception of me. I made no promises and took no info from anyone. &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not quite true.  I did take one phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EX, thanks for the memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Hub knows everything, so don't go starting rumors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-5371202676678136127?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5371202676678136127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=5371202676678136127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5371202676678136127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5371202676678136127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/10/past-revisited.html' title='The Past, Revisited'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-8569635219109222191</id><published>2008-10-11T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:26:21.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's That?</title><content type='html'>Day two of the reunion festivities another happy hour type cocktail party at one of the local restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several classmates attending this event who were not present at the Kings X on Thursday. Several of us were playing the well known reunion game of "Who's That?". A group of us sat at a table with the best view of the door and every time someone walked in we wrote down who we thought it was. The plan was for the losers to chug a beer. We decided we were too old for that and just kept count of who had the most correct guesses. After a while, I think we all lost track of the count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out a girl I used to hang out with, now lives in Dallas and just moved into her new condo next to the &lt;a href="http://www.americanairlinescenter.com/"&gt;AAC&lt;/a&gt; .  She said she has a perfect view of the center's outdoor screen. Sounds like I need to get her phone number and load up on popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the semi-formal dinner/dance at the country club. I wasn't planning on going, but decided why not! This doesn't happen everyday and I'll probably not see these people for another 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to admit that I am just about ready to head back home. I'm beginning to miss all my guys at home. Altho, I must admit that I'm not too thrilled about going back to work on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-8569635219109222191?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8569635219109222191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=8569635219109222191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8569635219109222191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8569635219109222191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/10/whos-that.html' title='Who&apos;s That?'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-4299292211545806729</id><published>2008-10-10T10:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:13:59.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Massive Freak Out and the Ex</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in El Paso to visit my parents and attend my 30th high school reunion.&lt;br /&gt;Parents are doing well and as always, it's wonderful to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the first night of a four day reunion. Tonight is a happy hour at one of El Paso's established bars, the King's X. This place has been around longer than I can remember, but I'm not sure if I was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was teetering back and forth - I'm going, then I'm not. In the end I decided to go, but, I had my brother Mike come with me because I didn't want to get there and not recognize a soul (and no one recognize me) and sit there alone - that would definitely unnerve me. &lt;br /&gt;So we get to the King's X, and as we're walking to the door I tell Mike that we'll go straight to the bar, grab a drink and start scoping out the crowd. It's a plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk up and open the door and see several long tables pulled together and several groups of people all drinking and talking. I take two steps in the door and EVERYONE looks toward the door. Then I hear someone scream out "It's Rozzana!!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I was sudden surrounded by several strangers who looked soooo familiar. Names started rushing into my head, but I couldn't place them with the correct face. It was soo damn freaky. The first person who ran up to me was Loretta, we used to walk home from school together in the 8th or 9th grade. Other people came up and hugged me and immediate started asking questions about everything. I knew them but I didn't. It was all just soo strange and confusing. I managed to escape using the excuse that I needed a drink and I'll be right back. This is when I moved away from the group and just looked. There had to have been about 30 to 40 people that I knew but hadn't thought of in 30 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a beer and went straight to Bobby, the reunion organizer, and started talking to him. After we caught up, he started helping me with matching names with faces. He pointed to his right and said something about how I may want to start here. Not understanding what he said, I followed the direction of his finger and stood looking into the smiling face of my ex boyfriend. I think I scream and then we hugged. He looked at me and said exactly what I expected - "You were my very last girl friend".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-4299292211545806729?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4299292211545806729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=4299292211545806729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4299292211545806729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4299292211545806729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/10/massive-freak-out-and-ex.html' title='Massive Freak Out and the Ex'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-4987617732349303752</id><published>2008-10-05T10:27:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:49:28.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Annual "Run-Away-From-Home Excursion"</title><content type='html'>My recent adventure in Chicago was an absolute success. I ran away from home about two weeks ago and enjoyed my first solo excursion - and I loved it, loved it, LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The primary objective of this trip was to release stresses from work and home, and to get back to knowing who I am and what I want. I guess in short is to get back to ME! Over the past several months, there have been things that have affected me physically and emotionally, that I have not wanted to acknowledge. This trip was intended to give me the chance to clearly think and understand what is and what isn't. I know this may sound strange, but, it's a Roz Thing... ya know "not meant to be understood by others". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this stuff, on with my trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent approximately five days wandering the streets of downtown Chicago, taking in the sites, sounds, and food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was a much needed escape from my day to day life. I enjoyed being on my own and doing what I wanted. It was great!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 5 days, my home was the Hilton Chicago on Michigan Ave. When I checked in, the front desk agent gave me one of the larger King bedded rooms, because he was unable to upgrade me to the executive level rooms. How nice of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days into the vacation, I wondered around the hotel taking photographs and just being nosey. This hotel is magnificent. I'll add some photos to this posting soon (they're in my laptop, I'm currently on the desktop pc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mornings I walked to various coffee houses, Starbucks and Caribou primarily, had quick noms and headed out for places unknown. I had an inkling on where I was going, but no definite location. Where ever I ended up was fine with me. On Friday, I did try to score a ticket to the Cubs game but couldn't find anything. This is definitely a "Cubs" town - borders on fanaticism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my visit, I walked through Grant Park several times, visited Shedd's Aquarium, went shopping on the Miracle Mile, hung out at Millenium Park, cruised Soldier Stadium, visited a couple of museums and galleries, and spent the day at Navy Pier. I also went on an Architectural Cruise and took the water taxi a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really one for talking to strangers, but I didn't care. They don't know me and would probably never see me again so I went outside of my comfort zone and spoke to several people during my visit. One of the most interesting was the group Germans who sat next to my table at Kitty O'Shea's. We sat on the patio talking and drinking for about and hour or so. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at Navy Pier, there were several couples I saw who were taking photos of each other, I walked up and asked them if they would like me to take their photo - they eagerly agreed. I understand what it's like to not have a photo of you and your significant other together. I did this for quite a few couples, it was fun. Once again, I'm successfully working outside my comfort zone - Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fourth night, I had decided I was ready go home. I spent my last day, just roaming around walking with my little camera in hand. Then eventually headed to O'Hare Airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My run-away-from-home excursion was an absolute success. How do I know this? I had a big smile on my face when I returned home, and I told Hub that I'm doing it again next year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already begin research on where I want to go - I've always been interested in going to San Francisco, Myrtle Beach, Boston, the list goes on and on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stated earlier, I will post photos of my first annual "Run-Away-From-Home Excursion".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-4987617732349303752?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4987617732349303752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=4987617732349303752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4987617732349303752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4987617732349303752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-annual-run-away-from-home.html' title='First Annual &quot;Run-Away-From-Home Excursion&quot;'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-3881617734728679253</id><published>2008-09-19T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:49:56.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking, Walking, and More Walking</title><content type='html'>I'm tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired I hurt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took the bus (interesting experience) to the Navy Pier. This place is cool, there is an indoor garden with little water fountains, there's also a small amusement park for kids. I came across a stained glass window gallery show which was really quite impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I primarily walked around and took some photos of seagulls, boats, water, the skyline, and I decided to take an architectural cruise. By the time I left the pier, I was ready to take a hot bath and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of taking the bus back, I jumped on a water taxi which left me off at the northern end of Michigan ave. Like a fool I started walking, and walking, and walking. I'm guessing the hotel was about 1.5 to 2 miles south, and I walked it AGAIN! I must really be stupid because there are buses and a train that I could have taken. I'm blaming my stupidity on the sun and the lake air. This will not happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the hotel, I immediately peeled off all articles of clothing and stood under the shower. Once that was completed, I lounged in front of the TV for about an hour or so. I didn't want to fall asleep for fear I would sleep through dinner and have to rely on room service - wayyyy to $$$$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner in the hotel, very good. After dinner coffee and entertainment was provided by Starbucks and their employees, who may I add did a wonderful job. These guys were crazy, they were definitely on massive amounts of caffeine. Singing and dancing behind and in front of the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I just realized that I've been here for almost 2 hours. Guess I should be heading back to the hotel and find my way to &lt;a href="http://www.sheddaquarium.org/"&gt;Shedd Aquarium&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll take a cab this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pictures later this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-3881617734728679253?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3881617734728679253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=3881617734728679253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/3881617734728679253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/3881617734728679253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/walking-walking-and-more-walking.html' title='Walking, Walking, and More Walking'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-4834777513245097204</id><published>2008-09-18T09:06:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:43:34.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Images From Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple of pictures of the room I'm in at the Hilton Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SNJlwBjs4UI/AAAAAAAAANc/H7vkIuSwPbA/s/1600-h/20080917-IMG_4744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247368391566352706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SNJlwBjs4UI/AAAAAAAAANc/H7vkIuSwPbA/s400/20080917-IMG_4744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SNJlwZhlQyI/AAAAAAAAANk/YyZr9pdBYvg/s1600-h/20080917-IMG_4747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247368397999915810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SNJlwZhlQyI/AAAAAAAAANk/YyZr9pdBYvg/s400/20080917-IMG_4747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of shots I took during my Wacker walk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SNJlw_rmrfI/AAAAAAAAANs/U6427VQsHok/s1600-h/20080916-IMG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247368408242499058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SNJlw_rmrfI/AAAAAAAAANs/U6427VQsHok/s400/20080916-IMG_0618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SNJlxPsJoHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/A_3kBVTMQ74/s1600-h/20080916-IMG_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247368412539756658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SNJlxPsJoHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/A_3kBVTMQ74/s400/20080916-IMG_0619.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/26732824-4834777513245097204?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4834777513245097204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=4834777513245097204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4834777513245097204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4834777513245097204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/images-from-wednesday.html' title='Images From Wednesday'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SNJlwBjs4UI/AAAAAAAAANc/H7vkIuSwPbA/s72-c/20080917-IMG_4744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1833571660883634336</id><published>2008-09-18T09:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:16:05.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roz's Amazing Adventure - Day 1</title><content type='html'>I found a coffee house a block away from the hotel that offers free WiFi, so instead of paying for it at the hotel I opted to save money and do it for free!&lt;br /&gt;So, below are the events of yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as I sit here at the airport, I started thinking about my experience coming thru security. I did everything I was supposed to do: took off my shoes, placed my laptop in a bin, and walked thru the metal detector.&lt;br /&gt;When I heard that damn buzzer. &lt;br /&gt;After three attempts to get thru I realized my knee brace had metal in it. If I had remembered I would have left it off until I passed security. Well, here comes the female security agent to start the process. It wasn’t too bad, she was actually a very nice woman. We were having a nice conversation the entire time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about 30 minutes before I board my plane and begin my new adventure. I am going to try to post this, but if I can’t I’ll do it as soon as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, the people at the airport are weird. People just sit and star at you while your typing, especially the elderly. I guess they’re not accustomed to seeing loads of people on laptops in public places. &lt;br /&gt;Right now there are approximately 6 people (including myself) on a laptop, and about 12 who are in the process of texting someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I’ll go off and find something to eat before take-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Chicago, Chi-town, the Windy City, home of the Magnificent Mile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was uneventful (thank goodness). I napped on the plane, and the next thing I knew it was almost time to land. &lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a shuttle bus and headed toward downtown. Traffic from O’Hare was horrendous. It took approximately 45 minutes to get to the north end of downtown. Once in downtown, traffic was much better. I was the last stop and thought of it as a mini tour. Martin, the driver, pointed out some of the old historic buildings and made suggestion of where I should go to eat. One was Giordano’s for pizza and Portillo’s for a dawg. He was really a very nice young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked into the hotel pretty much in record time – less than 5 minutes. I requested an upgrade, but considering the rate I’m paying, it didn’t happen. I was placed in a large King room, actually, as I sit here surveying the room, I can safely say that it is a really nice room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a walk and see what was around, plus I was hungry and wanted to grab something to eat. I ended up walking north up Michigan avenue all the way to Wacker (love that word) drive. It’s a nice little jaunt. I turned left, walked to Wabash and headed south. Stopped at a Starbucks (btw, one on every other corner) for a quick coffee and one of the baristas recommended the Pittsfield Café. I walked a bit more and when I finished my coffee I headed over to the cafe. It turned out to be a really interesting little place in the Pittsfield building. The food was good, and found out they’re open for breakfast. The owner was telling me they make a mean omelet. I may give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it back to the hotel and realized that I was tired. Now it’s time to take a nice hot bath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-1833571660883634336?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1833571660883634336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1833571660883634336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1833571660883634336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1833571660883634336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/rozs-amazing-adventure-day-1.html' title='Roz&apos;s Amazing Adventure - Day 1'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-3140941444927196179</id><published>2008-09-16T18:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:22:15.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Excited!!!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I leave for my vacation!! Yea!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be super busy tonight getting everything together, hoping that I don't forget anything. How I hate when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I was hoping I would be able to coast thru the day at work, but stuff like that never works out for me. I was just praying that it wouldn't be a 10 hour day and lucky for me it wasn't. I ended up staying 30 minutes longer than anticipated, but trust me, that ain't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm writing this quick post and then back to packing. I'm the type that always over pack, and it is always unnecessary. I never need the additional socks, shirts, or shoes. Yes, I will probably be taking a minimum of 3 pairs of shoes. Don't ask why it just always ends up that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the next time I post should be tomorrow late afternoon or early evening. I should be including some pics of the hotel, my room, and especial the view from my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could talk the front office manager into upgrading me into the Towers section??? It's worth a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-3140941444927196179?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3140941444927196179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=3140941444927196179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/3140941444927196179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/3140941444927196179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-so-excited.html' title='I&apos;m So Excited!!!'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1025418769862546465</id><published>2008-09-10T11:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:43:13.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpeting Fixed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hobbled into the office yesterday morning and found one of the facility staff in my cube on his hands and knees.  Yup, they were fixing the torn carpet.  They were also replacing various portions of carpeting throughout the admin area.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Interesting how a company can get things done so quickly when they have to pay for an employee's medical bills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a quick note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm doing better.  I'm able to walk easier, although, still with a limp.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't think my trip to Chicago next week (exactly 7 days) is in any danger.  Yea!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-1025418769862546465?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1025418769862546465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1025418769862546465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1025418769862546465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1025418769862546465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/carpeting-fixed.html' title='Carpeting Fixed'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1763230630733533332</id><published>2008-09-09T17:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:35:14.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops! Did I Say That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are the top 10 comments made by NBC sports commentators during the Summer Olympics that they would like to take back but, alas . . . :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Weightlifting commentator: "This is Gregoriava from Bulgaria. I saw her snatch this morning during her warm up and it was amazing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dressage commentator: "This is really a lovely horse and I speak from personal experience since I once mounted her mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Paul Hamm, Gymnast: "I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother and father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Boxing Analyst: "Sure there have been injuries, and even some deaths in boxing, but none of them really that serious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Softball announcer: "If history repeats itself, I should think we can expect the same thing again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Basketball analyst: "He dribbles a lot and the opposition doesn't like it. In fact you can see it all over their faces."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. At the rowing medal ceremony: "Ah, isn't that nice, the wife of the IOC president is hugging the cox of the British crew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Soccer commentator: "Julian Dicks is everywhere. It's like they've got eleven Dicks on the field."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Tennis commentator: "One of the reasons Andy is playing so well is that, before the final round, his wife takes out his balls and kisses them...Oh my God, what have I just said?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Another favorite is during the diving competitions the commentator said... "Look at that... you aren't getting anything between those legs."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-1763230630733533332?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1763230630733533332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1763230630733533332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1763230630733533332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1763230630733533332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/ooops-did-i-say-that.html' title='Ooops! Did I Say That?'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-7807448814448954449</id><published>2008-09-08T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:13:14.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call Me Grace!</title><content type='html'>I was at work for about 2 hours before doing something completely different - going head first into Michele's cube. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just call me Grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking out of my cube when my foot got caught on a piece of loose carpeting and WHAM!!  There I go, doing a header into a co-workers cube.  Ended up bouncing (twice) on my left knee while breaking my fall with my fist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seemed to have happened in slow motion.  I took a couple of steps out of my cube and then the next thing I knew, I'm on all fours with pain shooting up and down my leg.  At the moment, the only thing I thought of was my perfectly ripe banana that I was holding and how smashed it was. &lt;br /&gt;Laugh if you will, but I am very particular about the color and ripeness of bananas - and this one was a beauty.  Such a waste :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lifted my self off the ground, praying that the only people who witnessed my header wouldn't make a big fuss.  Thankfully they didn't, they were more surprised than anything.  As for me, I laughed - it was that or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I reported the incident to HR and I was sent to the Urgent Care Center down the street.  At first I didn't want to go, but then I thought about the possible damage I could have done to myself. &lt;br /&gt;Then I thought...Hell, let the company pay for it for a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3+ hours, almost 9 pages of paperwork, 7 X-rays of my knee and wrist, I hobbled out with a knee brace, a bottle of Motrin, and an ice pack.  I've a follow-up appointment next Monday and physical therapy sessions (to be scheduled).  Boy is that going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am scraped, bruised and swollen, and icing down my wrist and knee.  But, luckily no serious damage - so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I finish typing this, I'm reminded of what Danny Glover said in Lethal Weapon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gettin' too old for this shit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-7807448814448954449?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7807448814448954449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=7807448814448954449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7807448814448954449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7807448814448954449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-call-me-grace.html' title='Just Call Me Grace!'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-8719488353177473871</id><published>2008-08-24T09:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:40:18.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Should the Girls Come Out?</title><content type='html'>Over the past few months, I have noticed that women in and out of the work place are wearing clothing which accentuate and (over) expose cleavage, then become upset when, during a conversation, eyes (male and female) are constantly darting to "the girls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went online and found various opinions to the following question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do women wear clothing that expose their cleavage and then complain about people constantly glancing down at "the girls" during conversation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be honest, when I wear a low cut top I don't complain if a man was to look, for one I know what can be seen when I chose to wear that top and two it's a compliment that I've still possibly got something going for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question, I think that they have no right to complain if they wear provocative outfits. Same applies for miniskirts, when you stare at their legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women don't wear clothing like that for men to see, but to make other women jealous. Any woman who is honest about being female, and who is comfortable with her own femininity, enjoys male attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not considered crass nor crude to challenge the nature of a man for the purpose of supposed public ridicule, then I figure the same game can be rebounded back where it came from. If she doesn't want to mud wrestle she should stay out of the mud pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of women are very self-conscious, and they think that showing cleavage and dressing sleazy is the only way to get a man's attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is nothing worse than seeing cleavage from an old looking, weathered pair of breasts. Keep them covered up for Pete's sake. These women are trying to prove to themselves that they can still be sexy. It would probably work better if they covered up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because they're desperate, and most men are pigs, so the women get an easy boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem with a woman wanting to flaunt a LITTLE, showing a little cleavage says more, but TOO much is TOO much, and it is trashy to me. It tells me that all she wants is attention, and in the wrong way. She has no respect for herself and in some cases for others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think they are desperate for attention and want people to stare. They shouldn't be surprised if people give them dirty looks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's competition. Women in the work place are seeing more and more younger, sexier, women around and feel the need to compete. I see more women in their 40's and up, showing more tits, than the younger women. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They complain because they don't want to be seen as tramps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll always look, because I figure, hey, she's showing it, so she can't mind if we look, right? But, it looks a bit slutty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I personally could care less what women do on they're own time, but at the office - NO, it's unprofessional. Then they complain that they are not taken seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are exhibitionists!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually found some really interesting stuff, and some stupid. The comments above were taken from several sites, which all pretty much asked the same or similar type question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-8719488353177473871?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8719488353177473871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=8719488353177473871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8719488353177473871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8719488353177473871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/should-girls-come-out.html' title='Should the Girls Come Out?'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-7020474784884999159</id><published>2008-08-16T09:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:06:38.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Concert</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to realize that some things, no matter how much you enjoy them, are just plain getting harder to do. Going to concerts may be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to this realization this morning when I tried (key word - &lt;strong&gt;tried&lt;/strong&gt;) to jump out of bed. The body reacted to something equaling a blood curdling scream. I just can't do the all night party-ing anymore. I should have remembered this from about a month ago, but, DUH! I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night a group of friends and I went to a Melissa Etheridge concert. This is where I jacked-up my back. I think it was during the latter part of the show. I was standing up, screaming my head off, when I sat down I end up on the armrest and slid into the seat at an angle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, about the concert...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SKb3iq-iSbI/AAAAAAAAANE/EtrviMYmuGs/s1600-h/sx_2008-0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235143791888976306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SKb3iq-iSbI/AAAAAAAAANE/EtrviMYmuGs/s320/sx_2008-0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWESOME! ENERGETIC, EMOTIONAL, FAN-FREAKIN'-TASTIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my second foray into the mists of gender confusion. Let me be clear, it's MY confusion about the gender of others. At this particular show you see people who you believe are of one particular gender, but turns out to be the other. This is normally determined while walking into the Ladies Room and noticing the "girls" walking out. But, hey! Live and let live. I'm there for the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially since I was able to, uh, excuse me, I forgot to take my camera out of my pocket &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SKb3yL4wlAI/AAAAAAAAANU/XKnCB0BUHUI/s1600-h/sx_2008-0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235144058421154818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SKb3yL4wlAI/AAAAAAAAANU/XKnCB0BUHUI/s320/sx_2008-0376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before walking into the theater. Oops, my bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, since it was in my pocket and I knew sitting down would be somewhat uncomfortable I did the only thing I could think of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I was able to take a few shots of M.E. - about 100 or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, the lighting was a bit harsh for this little Canon, but I was able to get some decent (not great) shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M.E.'s concerts are really something else. She delivers each song with emotion and spirit. It's great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SKb3iDPtLkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KrOBz0eAc10/s1600-h/sx_2008-0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235143781223575106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SKb3iDPtLkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KrOBz0eAc10/s320/sx_2008-0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During one portion of the show, she takes a cell phone from someone in the first row and begins talking to the person on the other end. It turns out to be quite comical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the concert we headed out to Cheryl's house for a some pizza and beer. I was going to spend the night there, but decided to head home after a few hours. Turned out Hub spent the night at KT's, so when I got home I had the whole bed to myself - WooHoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After finally getting out of bed this morning, I remembered I jacked-up my back at the concert. Haven't done that in awhile. It's not too bad right now. Unfortunately, it's not going to keep me from going into the office for a few hours this weekend. I'm thinking a trip to the chiropracter may be a good idea - after all, it's been a while since I been adjusted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SKb3igR99xI/AAAAAAAAANM/jI31lpGOXGY/s1600-h/sx_2008-0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235143789017691922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SKb3igR99xI/AAAAAAAAANM/jI31lpGOXGY/s320/sx_2008-0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-7020474784884999159?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7020474784884999159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=7020474784884999159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7020474784884999159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7020474784884999159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/yearly-concert.html' title='The Concert'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SKb3iq-iSbI/AAAAAAAAANE/EtrviMYmuGs/s72-c/sx_2008-0405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-846859803188185261</id><published>2008-08-09T10:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T10:50:58.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In The News</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's already been a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I read was that comedian Bernie Mac passed away this morning.  That was a shock.  Apparently he suffered from sarcoidosis, a lung disease, which had been in remission since 2005. But that's not what killed him - complications from pneumonia.  He was being treated for a lung infection and developed pneumonia. &lt;br /&gt;He will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News headlines can be interesting an disturbing at times.  This morning I came across these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/HEALTH/08/08/vampire.bats.ap/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;38 Dead After Being Bitten by Vampire Bats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/08/09/olympics.murder/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American at Olympics Stabbed to Death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/europe/08/09/georgia.ossetia/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Georgia Declares State of War With Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And some just down right ludicris (and stupid):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/Music/08/08/people.clay.aiken.ap/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Clay Aiken is a Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080807/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_belgium_plant;_ylt=AtgXDdb4D0mViZOvTyR9ihjtiBIF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Giant Smelly Flower Puts on Sex Show in Belgium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailymail.com/policebrfs/200808070711"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Man threatens to blow up Movie Gallery with Jell-O box "bomb"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-846859803188185261?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/846859803188185261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=846859803188185261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/846859803188185261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/846859803188185261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-news.html' title='In The News'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-6340503699658493280</id><published>2008-07-29T16:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:44:01.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Grouch</title><content type='html'>We have a standing 3PM meeting.  I’m currently in a foul mood and would prefer to NOT be around any of the people I work with – which, is probably the smartest decisions I’ve made all day. &lt;br /&gt;Well, 3pm arrives and I conveniently am away from my desk, everyone else gathers in an office to dial into the meeting.  I quietly slip back into my cube and start dialing in.  This is when I hear someone say 'Roz has the dial in number', next thing I know there are 4 unwanted people in my cube – invading my personal space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next hour + I am surrounded by 4 of the ugliest people who dare to breath in my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day sooooooooo sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-6340503699658493280?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6340503699658493280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=6340503699658493280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6340503699658493280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6340503699658493280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/office-grouch.html' title='Office Grouch'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-5764833409936295568</id><published>2008-07-27T21:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:48:47.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Sex...</title><content type='html'>This is cute and visually hysterical...&lt;br /&gt;From an email from KT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never hear church bells ringing again without smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that her elderly grandfather had just passed away, Katie went straight to her grandparent's house to visit her 95-year-old grandmother and comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;When she asked how her grandfather had died, her grandmother replied, 'He had a heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrified, Katie told her grandmother that 2 people nearly 100 years old having sex would surely be asking for trouble.  'Oh no, my dear,' replied granny.&lt;br /&gt;'Many years ago, realizing our advanced age, we figured out the best time to do it was when the church bells would start to ring.  It was just the right rhythm.  Nice and slow and even...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too strenuous, simply in on the Ding and out on the Dong.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused to wipe away a tear, and continued, 'He'd still be alive if the ice cream truck hadn't come along.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-5764833409936295568?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5764833409936295568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=5764833409936295568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5764833409936295568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5764833409936295568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-morning-sex.html' title='Sunday Morning Sex...'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-2602316819129628618</id><published>2008-07-08T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:28:07.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ten and 8 Fives</title><content type='html'>Okay, WolfLoverGirl, you got me! Altho I normally don't do the Tag thing, but for you I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago I was living in a 700 sq ft appartment with Hub and three cats. We were living off Hub's salary and putting mine in the bank to save up for a down payment on a house. It worked, because a year later we became home owners. I worked for "the company" altho in a lower position than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the Fives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nuts - any kind of nuts, cashews, pistachios, mixed...any kind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing Cow cheese with crackers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honey Crisp Apples - the best apples ever, they only come in the Fall - I think&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prunes - Yes, I like prunes. There good and have all kinds of health benefits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five Things on My To-Do list today (tomorrows list will have to work)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laundry - I didn't do much of it this past weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to class - I'm honing my PhotoShop CS3 abilities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the vets to pick up some cat food and a bag of fluids for Mr. Clyde (19 yr old cat who we subque every day - he's got kidney issues)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacuum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet my "old" friends for dinner at Luby's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five Things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gut my house and start over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay off every penny of debt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Insure my parents (and Hub's) are set for life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel to Russia and Australia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five jobs I have had:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long John's Silver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Order Puller in a Automotive Warehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buyer for a bookstore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Museum of Natural History - HATED IT! BORING!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Managed a sports bar &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five of my bad habits:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave clothes on the floor on my side of the bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoking when I drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instigating arguments (with Hub) for fun - how far can I go?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://brighton.com/"&gt;Brighton Collectibles &lt;/a&gt;- I'm hooked on this stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let my nails get to the "they look like crap" stage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five places I have lived:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Los Angeles, CA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phoenix, AZ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;El Paso, TX&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carrollton, TX&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lewisville, TX&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five people I would like to get to know better (yes, this means you are tagged!):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The next person to visit this blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then the following person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then the next&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And next&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And finally the fifth person to visit - yeah, that's you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five Random Things:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to capture the ultimate image with my camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I try to determine what ingrediants are in the food I eat when dining out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wish I could be 25 again knowing the things I have learned since then&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planned a bank heist with 4 other girls when I was 12 years old - the only thing that held us back was that none of us could drive. We could have gotten away with it, the plan was good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I was more organized&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-2602316819129628618?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2602316819129628618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=2602316819129628618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2602316819129628618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2602316819129628618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/five-things-and-ten.html' title='A Ten and 8 Fives'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1483009293737762182</id><published>2008-06-23T12:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:05:01.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To powerful women everywhere&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Satan shudders &amp;amp; says -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'OH SHIT...SHE'S AWAKE!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-1483009293737762182?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1483009293737762182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1483009293737762182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1483009293737762182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1483009293737762182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-monday.html' title='It&apos;s Monday!'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-729981232611858892</id><published>2008-06-21T17:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T17:46:33.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out For Lunch</title><content type='html'>Jess has been craving some Indian food for quite a while now, and I being the friend that I am, wanted to make sure she satisfied her craving as quickly as possible.   So we gathered our spouses and headed out to &lt;a href="http://tantraindianrestaurant.com/"&gt;Tantra Indian Bistro and Lounge&lt;/a&gt; for a nice leisurely lunch.  The buffet offered a good selection of entres, and I think I tasted about everything.  My favorites were the potato and pea filled Samosas, the Tikka Masala (w/chicken), and the Shahi Korma (w/chicken).  The mango custard was a perfect ending to the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was explosion after explosion of rich flavor with every dish...yeah, I guess you could say I liked it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go back to Tantra's again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-729981232611858892?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/729981232611858892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=729981232611858892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/729981232611858892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/729981232611858892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/06/out-for-lunch.html' title='Out For Lunch'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1261858182448037820</id><published>2008-06-14T07:59:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T09:12:42.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal or Dud?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When summer arrives everyone, it seems, is out running around in nasty old flip flops (yes, I hate flip flops) or worst yet, barefeet (another ewww!).&lt;br /&gt;During the fall and winter months feet are kept in shoes and socks, hidden from the light of day, hidden from fresh air. The thought of musty ole feet...YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Once the cold months have passed, feet are suddenly thrust upon us (me), exposed to the world for everyone to see - EWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of which need an emergency pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet are exposed to so much I rarely go barefoot in my own home, I have a designated pair of sandals I use for the house (winter time it's slippers to keep my feet warm). I will admit that at the moment I am sans footwear only because Hub steam cleaned the carpet - but, keep in mind that my "house shoes" are well within foot reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month or so ago, knowing my dislike for feet (especially ugly feet), KT purchased a PedEgg for me. I'd seen the television advertisements and was intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SFPP-tz9X7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/JVNVPoB_cTY/s1600-h/pedegg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211737870154162098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Want Pretty Feet" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SFPP-tz9X7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/JVNVPoB_cTY/s200/pedegg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deal or Dud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most difficult part of using it was actually getting it out of the plastic packaging - definitely child proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very easy assembling job, I realized that if needed it could double as a cheese grater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, a cheese grater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since this was my feet here, the only feet I would dream of touching, I wanted to make sure I read the directions and any warnings which may be listed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, I tried to get Hub to try it but he wouldn't - apparently he likes his "manly" feet just the way they are - one moment while this wave of nausea passes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;\/&lt;br /&gt;\/&lt;br /&gt;\/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, the PedEgg works pretty darn good - for a mere $9.99 - its a Deal. The few little foot issues I have are none existent now - well, at least visually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it a thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Do NOT use it on wet feet - &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt; me on this.&lt;br /&gt;Just a note: buy a new, unused one to keep in the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-1261858182448037820?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1261858182448037820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1261858182448037820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1261858182448037820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1261858182448037820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/06/deal-or-dud.html' title='Deal or Dud?'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/SFPP-tz9X7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/JVNVPoB_cTY/s72-c/pedegg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-179314574274982786</id><published>2008-06-13T18:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:21:35.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Outside My Recipe Box</title><content type='html'>The other day I was in a very creative cooking mood - yes I know, that can be dangerous - so I decided to try something new and completely different.  As I searched within one of my fav &lt;a href="http://foodnetwork.com/"&gt;food&lt;/a&gt; sites, I came across &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_31386,00.html"&gt;Chicken Masala&lt;/a&gt;.  A few days ago I had found Garam Masala at the &lt;a href="http://sprouts.com/"&gt;veggie place&lt;/a&gt; and brought some home. I had to, it has a rich, intoxicating aroma I knew I had to use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garam Masala consists of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;coriander &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cumin &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cardamon &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cinnamon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;black peppercorns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It's ground together and used primarily in Indian recipes.  Thanks to &lt;a href="http://computerdiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jess&lt;/a&gt;, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Indian food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave it a whirl and OMG it was so good and so easy to make.  This is a recipe that I will definitely make again.  Altho, I'll alter the recipe by cutting the chicken into bite size pieces before tossing it in the pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Rachel Ray says...YUMM-O!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-179314574274982786?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/179314574274982786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=179314574274982786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/179314574274982786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/179314574274982786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/06/cooking-outside-my-recipe-box.html' title='Cooking Outside My Recipe Box'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-2898462710252403572</id><published>2008-06-07T15:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:57:59.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes Wide Open...Now!</title><content type='html'>Why would someone say something loud enough for others to hear when they knew it was not to be said? &lt;br /&gt;Normally, I wouldn't care, but when it was done purposely (all they while smiling with a mischievous grin) I sort of take it personally.&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to discover that this person was indeed mean spirited.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm actually very disappointed in them, because this came out of nowhere.  I thought I was fairly good at seeing people for who they are - guess not.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's my fault for sharing my thoughts with someone I believed trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, live and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, what I preferred to stay quiet was not in any way mean, malicious, nor would hurt or insult anyone. In fact it was about me and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, should this person happen to come across this blog, so be it.  I'm merely telling it like it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-2898462710252403572?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2898462710252403572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=2898462710252403572&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2898462710252403572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2898462710252403572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/06/eyes-wide-opennow.html' title='Eyes Wide Open...Now!'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-3128163759683575300</id><published>2008-05-27T10:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:12:38.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>I know that it's been a while since I've posted, but I'm sure all of you have reached a point where the last thing you want to do is go near a PC.  Well, I unfortunately have reached and am working to cross over that hill.. um, mountain actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been so hectic at work that I have been mentally shutting down when I get home every day.  Poor Hub has been pretty much fending for himself just to eat. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this long weekend will help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, like I said this was going to be a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Still trying really hard not to hate my job - it's been difficult when you're given the evil eye by your boss because they believe your not doing what you should.  Note here: maybe if you would stop dumping administrative work on me, I would be able to do what is required of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  We're almost at the end of the medical dramas, everything is looking good so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Doggy sat the Monster Dog (MD) while mom-in-law Katie (Katy?? oh, hell, I can never remember how she spells her name - she will now be known as KT) was out of town.  He wasn't too bad. By the 6th day, he was really looking home sick. Poor guy really isn't all that bad, he's just sooooo damn BIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The cats are back to normal now that MD is back home with KT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Had to cancel our trip to Daytona Beach.  We were going to meet up with my sister and her family.  I really was looking forward to it.  We haven't had a vacation in years.  Maybe I can get Hub to agree to someplace near by for a couple of days.  I'll have to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  It's not even summer and I am tired of the heat.  Is it my imagination or are the summers getting worse each year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I had a chance to enter a photo competition a week or so ago, but decided not to.  The competition was to decide which images would be added to a gallery show.  It's actually a big opportunity for artists/photographers, but I was caught off guard by my reaction to entering one of my images.  I was stressing about it so much that I was actually loosing sleep over it.  I would decide to enter, then I'd change my mind - this went on for over two weeks.  The deadline finally came and I decided that I wouldn't enter and tried really hard not to think about it.  Now that the deadline has come and gone, I feeling pretty good about my decision.  I do plan on going to the show and checking out who was selecting to show.  There are a few people that I know were going to enter their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's enough for right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a safe and happy Memorial Day weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-3128163759683575300?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3128163759683575300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=3128163759683575300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/3128163759683575300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/3128163759683575300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/05/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-3660332632827875395</id><published>2008-05-10T11:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T11:18:12.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hub just left the house to run some errands and I am now enjoying the peace and quiet. I would probably enjoy it much more if I could bury my head in the sand and not see how terribly messy the house has gotten. But, knowing that once I get going it should be in decent, presentable shape by the end of the afternoon. Yes, it's going to take me that long. I am sooo not looking forward to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just poured my self a nice strong cup of coffee, which will soon be gone. I plan on slamming it down like one (possible two) nice big shooter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm lucky the caffeine will kick in and I'll be off and running. Ohh, I need to grab the good old ipod, strap in on my armband and select my "cleaning" music - Nickleback, Alanis Morrisette, Gwen Stephanie, and maybe some Pink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, just thinking about it is getting me motivated, so, I think I'll sign off for now and do some cleanin'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-3660332632827875395?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3660332632827875395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=3660332632827875395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/3660332632827875395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/3660332632827875395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/05/hub-just-left-house-to-run-some-errands.html' title=''/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-90465470618505264</id><published>2008-04-30T10:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:20:55.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas Stars - Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to the Stars game last night!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the best games I ever been.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-90465470618505264?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/90465470618505264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=90465470618505264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/90465470618505264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/90465470618505264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/04/dallas-stars-believe.html' title='Dallas Stars - Believe'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-3904770492697087019</id><published>2008-04-29T12:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:12:27.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I remembered and called to make a dental appointment for later this week. Unfortunately Dr. Teeth was pretty much booked for the week, but they could take me tomorrow at 8:00 AM.  I accepted and wrote down in my calendar 8AM tomorrow, Tuesday, April 29th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning I am up and moving, planning to be out of the house by 7:30 so not to be late for my appointment.  I arrive with 10 minutes to spare – yea me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two other people are waiting, they both are called in, I then get the question “can I help you?”&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, this doesn’t sound good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I give her my name and stated “I have an 8 o’clock appointment”.&lt;br /&gt;She checks her calendar and says that I’m a day early.  I ask her to check again because the conversation I had with her yesterday made no mention of a Wednesday, her tomorrow yesterday is Tuesday, and today is Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When speaking about tomorrow yesterday does not mean tomorrow today.  Am I right? Of course I am, tomorrow is today yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I didn’t attempt to correct her because she is “the best appointment scheduler in the world” and could never get HER dates confused.  I simply stated that there was a misunderstanding and I’ll see you tomorrow, - Wednesday - at 8AM.  She confirmed and I went out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed, I did not get the wrong date, she said tomorrow but apparently meant Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;What I should do is call before I leave the office today to confirm that the appointment is actually on Wednesday at 8AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To top it off, it took me an addition 45 minutes to get to the office because of the traffic.  I never take this route unless... I HAVE A DENTAL APPOINTMENT SCHEDULED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm over it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kthx bai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-3904770492697087019?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3904770492697087019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=3904770492697087019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/3904770492697087019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/3904770492697087019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/04/appointment.html' title='The Appointment'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-5385616463170691551</id><published>2008-04-25T16:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T10:52:49.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeekers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my sanity was saved by just sheer luck. Let me explain, don't worry I will keep this short and sweet (I'll try anyways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss lady brought in a non-admin employee (Squeekers) to test some fixes in our Current System; I couldn't do it because I am busy with the New System.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Boss Lady was out sick, so I found stuff for Squeekers to do, while we waited on the programmers. Well, we didn't receive the "fixed" version of the Current System, so Squeekers was helping me with the New System. When she completed her assigned tasks, there was nothing for her to do except plant her happy talkative butt in my cube..This is the type of person who will not let you get a word in edge wise, I mean this girl can really talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a gun I would have used it - on Squeekers. All her talking prevented me from working - I was trying to be polite but Squeekers just wouldn't leave.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to yell "Shut the "F" up and get out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to find some work for her and all was good again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today Boss Lady was still out, and one of my co-workers needed some help, so I gladly gave them Squeekers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-5385616463170691551?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5385616463170691551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=5385616463170691551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5385616463170691551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5385616463170691551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/04/squeekers.html' title='Squeekers'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-8228435071332670028</id><published>2008-04-18T10:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:09:19.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax Return Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Internal Revenue Service:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enclosed you will find my 2008 tax return showing I owe $3,407.00 in taxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note the attached article from the USA Today newspaper; dated 12 November, wherein you will see the Pentagon (Department of Defense) is paying $171.50 per hammer and NASA paid $600.00 per toilet seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enclosing four (4) toilet seats (valued @ $2,400) and six (6) hammers valued @ $1,029), which I secured at Home Depot, bringing my total remittance to $3,429.00. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please apply the overpayment of $22.00 to the 'Presidential Election Fund,' as noted on my return. You can do this inexpensively by sending them one (1) 1.5" Phillips Head screw (see aforementioned article from USA Today newspaper detailing how H.U.D. pays $22.00 each for 1.5" Phillips Head Screws). &lt;br /&gt;One screw is enclosed for your convenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a pleasure to pay my tax bill this year and I look forward to paying it again next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Satisfied Taxpayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-8228435071332670028?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8228435071332670028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=8228435071332670028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8228435071332670028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8228435071332670028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/04/tax-return-letter.html' title='Tax Return Letter'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-7085259591436858057</id><published>2008-03-29T20:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:40:28.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoking'/><title type='text'>Just a Quick Quickie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hub and I are trying to quite smoking, again, for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be truthful, Hub is the one who wants to quit - I am going along for the ride because I know smoking's a bad, nasty habit and i should quite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few weeks, we quit twice but unfortuneately kinda kept falling of the wagon and had to "endure" each other for the first few smoke-free days. Trust me it was not a pretty sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotions were high and the tongues sharp, but we made it through - twice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now here we are again boarding the wagon to Smoke-Free Town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that I'm dreading the urges, and the mood swings more this time than the last two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've asked Hub to tell me when he gets to feelin' a bit cranky, then I will try my hardest NOT to push his buttons. He has a tendency to fidget and pace. Then he joins forces with the "dark side". Boy, that can be a whole lotta fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will also keep Hub aware of my roller coasting mood swings - I sure hope it makes a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far today, I really haven't had a strong urge to grab a cigarette, so I think I'm doing pretty well. Hub, I noticed did get a little moody, but I think he caught it and controlled it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we get past the first 4 or 5 days, things will be much easier . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-7085259591436858057?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7085259591436858057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=7085259591436858057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7085259591436858057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7085259591436858057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-quick-quickie.html' title='Just a Quick Quickie...'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-4795919913029118599</id><published>2008-03-23T15:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:19:12.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Ball News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reading the news either online or reading the newspaper is becoming more and more interesting, especially if you read the odd ball news stories like these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the story of a Florida woman who, after taking her husband to the airport, tore her house apart when she couldn't find her 10-month old cat. The last time she recalled seeing the cat, was before heading out to the airport. After a few hours, she received a call from a guy in Fort Worth, Texas. He told her he had picked up her husband's bag by mistake and when he opened it, a cat jumped out. Apparently, the little kitty had slipped into the suitcase and made it onto the plane undetected. Now, after an $80 return trip, the little kitty is back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this, what a freak. In Colfax, WA a guy was sentenced to a month and a half in jail after he plead guilty to stealing over 90 pounds of women's underwear. Good grief, 90 pounds!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was busted last March while he was hanging around an apartment complex laundry room. He was charged with stealing more than 1600 panties and bra's, that's enough to fill approximately 5 large garbage bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the Italian police who are on the look out for a man who appears to have hypnotized a supermarket cashier before stealing money from the till. The thief asked the cashier to change a 100 Euro note and as soon as the till was opened, he began to hypnotise her into handing him the money. When the cashier came to count the till at the end of her shift, £600 was missing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late breaking news... In Macedonia, after a year long case, a bear (yes, a bear) has been convicted of theft. The bear was found guilty of stealing honey from a beekeeper. During the trial, the bear was excused from attending court. The court found the bear guilty but since it had no owner and is a protected species it ordered the state to pay for the 140,000 denars (£1,700) damage it caused to the hives. The bears whereabouts is currently unknown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!! Till next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-4795919913029118599?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4795919913029118599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=4795919913029118599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4795919913029118599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4795919913029118599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/03/odd-ball-news.html' title='Odd Ball News'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-8737904218585676702</id><published>2008-03-06T15:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T15:56:02.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking at the calendar, I see that it is March 06. What normally would come to mind are thoughts of working out in the garden, digging in the dirt, spring flowers... you know that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But today is a little bit different, what started as a gloomy, gray, dismal day transformed itself to a beautiful white kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a peek at some of the images I captured... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R9BnA0zg9eI/AAAAAAAAALA/DdDo_dpDgBw/s1600-h/snow+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174749235721074146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R9BnA0zg9eI/AAAAAAAAALA/DdDo_dpDgBw/s320/snow+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just toooo cooooool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R9BnBUzg9fI/AAAAAAAAALI/qoJqMlSuwjQ/s1600-h/snow+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174749244311008754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R9BnBUzg9fI/AAAAAAAAALI/qoJqMlSuwjQ/s320/snow+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the upper left portion of this image, you can see how large the snow flakes were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R9BnBkzg9gI/AAAAAAAAALQ/BOxBW5GVclw/s1600-h/snow+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174749248605976066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R9BnBkzg9gI/AAAAAAAAALQ/BOxBW5GVclw/s320/snow+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The photinias were turning red, now they're white.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R9BnHUzg9hI/AAAAAAAAALY/u-x1SUFAF0Y/s1600-h/snow+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/26732824-8737904218585676702?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8737904218585676702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=8737904218585676702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8737904218585676702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8737904218585676702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-snow.html' title='Spring Snow'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R9BnA0zg9eI/AAAAAAAAALA/DdDo_dpDgBw/s72-c/snow+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-8685922675462421434</id><published>2008-03-06T11:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:50:26.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Website of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every now and then I come across a website which is like a bad accident - you can't take your eyes off of it, and next thing you know hours have past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, in celebration of these type of websites, I give you the following site to peruse at your leisure and share with your friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://uglydress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;uglydress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enjoy and be thankful you (or your date) didn't wear one of these to the prom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you did wear or date someone who did, it would probably be a good idea NOT to mention it to anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-8685922675462421434?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8685922675462421434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=8685922675462421434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8685922675462421434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8685922675462421434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/03/website-of-week.html' title='Website of the Week'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-8355918647324402266</id><published>2008-03-03T21:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:17:16.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's That White Stuff???</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's 8:45 PM and it's SNOWING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8y9I2zwWRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/X2OgpOoZrsY/s1600-h/March+Snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173718031791053074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8y9I2zwWRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/X2OgpOoZrsY/s320/March+Snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been snow for a few hours now and it looks very bright and white outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too cold, but cold enough.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8y9JWzwWSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/IDT9lDXZqDA/s1600-h/March+Snow+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173718040380987682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8y9JWzwWSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/IDT9lDXZqDA/s320/March+Snow+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are just a couple of shots I took real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it keeps on snowing tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah for snow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-8355918647324402266?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8355918647324402266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=8355918647324402266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8355918647324402266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8355918647324402266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-that-white-stuff.html' title='What&apos;s That White Stuff???'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8y9I2zwWRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/X2OgpOoZrsY/s72-c/March+Snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-4263737284635848913</id><published>2008-03-03T11:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:06:31.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changing Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hub and I finally did it, we ran out of cigarettes and neither one of us have gone out to buy more.&lt;br /&gt;The last cigarette was smoked Saturday at approximately 9:30 PM, by Hub. My last one was at about 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo surprised we have not unleashed a lot of hurtful words, or at least glared at each other. But there is always the next 30 seconds for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning it didn't bother me, but I think Hub was having issues. His normal morning routine was turned upside down. his morning consisted of coffee and cigarettes, two cups and 3-4 cigs - just guessing here.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, being his first morning without cigs was a little confusing, and I think it rattled him a bit. He pretty much said "why have coffee if you can't have a cigarette" and "I might as well give up coffee too".&lt;br /&gt;That's his prerogative, but for me, I need my morning cup of java.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I don't smoke as much as Hub, I still smoke (notice how I used the present tense).&lt;br /&gt;My first cig of the day is normally the minute I get home from work, about 4:30. I'll eventually smoke anywhere from 4 to 6 cigs before going to bed. So the morning isn't a big deal to me. Now the afternoon and evening, I found that to be surprisingly difficult. The thought of smoking kept running through my mind, over and over. Every time I realized I wasn't thinking about it I thought about it. I wanted a cigarette really, really bad. I would look over at Hub and he seemed to be coping pretty well, if he could do it then so could I. I will not be the first one to break down and buy a pack - I hope. I must keep busy while at home. And I did, I cooked - fresh salsa, a big a$$ pot of pinto beans, and pork stew with home made red chili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altho, I must be honest and admit I was hoping he would cave, but he didn't and I'm very proud of him. Chances are that I'll be the one to scream out UNCLE, and run to the nearest convenience store for a pack. I guess we will just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-4263737284635848913?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4263737284635848913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=4263737284635848913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4263737284635848913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4263737284635848913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-changing-weekend.html' title='Life Changing Weekend'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-5429012699398080892</id><published>2008-02-24T12:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T13:28:55.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Really Bad Day</title><content type='html'>I just happen to have my camera with me while driving north on I-35E when I came across a man having a bad day. There was only one car at the scene, so I wonder if it was a hit and run. This guy apparently did a 180 spin, because the car is facing south on the north bound lanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8HAGTJjTLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7vSBjcw4iYw/s1600-h/txgrind+0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170625061650123954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8HAGTJjTLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7vSBjcw4iYw/s320/txgrind+0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks like an attack of a giant can opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8G9eTJjTHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SH99SvQUna4/s1600-h/txgrind+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170622175432100978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8G9eTJjTHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SH99SvQUna4/s320/txgrind+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh dude! Yeah, like I went whoa!!,&lt;br /&gt;then he went Whoa!!&lt;br /&gt;and I went &lt;strong&gt;WHOA&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8G9eTJjTII/AAAAAAAAAKI/aCFkD5ieKZQ/s1600-h/txgrind+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170622175432100994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8G9eTJjTII/AAAAAAAAAKI/aCFkD5ieKZQ/s320/txgrind+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to pop the hood. I don't think he'll be goin' for an oil change anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8G9ejJjTJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/75qTGcNrVOw/s1600-h/txgrind+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170622179727068306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8G9ejJjTJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/75qTGcNrVOw/s320/txgrind+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Success!! Yeah, it's a mess in there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8G9ezJjTKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/cVBd3hQl1Ws/s1600-h/txgrind+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170622184022035618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8G9ezJjTKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/cVBd3hQl1Ws/s320/txgrind+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's beginning to sink in, he has that 'oh, crap' look.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be he's trying to remember if he mailed his insurance payment???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-5429012699398080892?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5429012699398080892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=5429012699398080892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5429012699398080892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5429012699398080892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/02/really-bad-day.html' title='A Really Bad Day'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R8HAGTJjTLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7vSBjcw4iYw/s72-c/txgrind+0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-2771363865607756345</id><published>2008-02-17T20:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:07:55.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The List Universe</title><content type='html'>As I was surfing some of my daily sites, I came across the &lt;a href="http://listverse.com/"&gt;List Universe &lt;/a&gt;on &lt;a href="http://thesummerofsteve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steve's&lt;/a&gt; site.  It's really an interesting way to really screw up your productivity at the office.  Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a quick little post, I'll try to have more later. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I posted another image on &lt;a href="http://www.picturethismyway.blogspot.com/"&gt;PTMW&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later..........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-2771363865607756345?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2771363865607756345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=2771363865607756345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2771363865607756345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2771363865607756345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/02/list-universe.html' title='The List Universe'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-2201832980773451081</id><published>2008-02-10T08:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:16:04.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday started at 5AM. Yup, 5 O-clock in the morning. I can't say why my body decided to wake at that particular time - on a weekend at that. I don't mind waking that early on a week day, that just means I get to work early and get to leave early. But on a Saturday, good grief, give me a break!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I get up, grab a cup of coffee and head straight to the computer. I start surfing the usual sites, then play a game. After two hours, I decide to take my car into the shop for an oil change and all that other stuff. Hey, while I'm out I might as well do some extra errands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I head of to the Honda Hospital for a check up where I'm told I don't need to have the car serviced (not yet anyways), that I have about another few thousand miles to go. Woohooo!! just saved me some money!!! I drive off in search of a car wash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up in Carrollton, at the Car Spa out on Beltline and Marsh. I've been there before and they do a pretty decent job. In the waiting room, there is a kids section, with kid-tables and chairs, toys, and a television turned to cartoons. I was seated facing the window, watching the employees drying, vacumming, and wiping cars, when my attention was pulled over to the childrens area. I don't recall what cartoon was on (it wasn't one I would normally watch), but there was this one guy who was rivited to the tube. Then another man, walking by, stopped and started watching, then another and another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I sat there and watched a total of 4 men, who ranged in age of (this is a guess) 23 to 55, stop what they were doing and became total obsorbed in this cartoon. You would have thought some break news was being televised, or it was the PlayBoy channel. It was hysterical. I had my cell phone, but didn't think to take a photo. I wish I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that I drove to various different locations running my errands (in a very clean and shiny car). Got back to the house and started the weekly drudge of house cleaning. I was hoping to get this done quickly with Hubs help, but Hub made arrangements to meetup with a friend at the Flying Pig. I was asked to join them, but opted to stay home and tackle some stuff I've been putting off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner plans were to go out with Katy (Hub's mom), but she canceled out the last minute - she wasn't feeling to hot and chose to stay home. After Hub awoke from his cat-nap, I told him it would be just the two of us tonight, and we headed out to the Cotton Patch Cafe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had nice big salads and we split a peach cobbler. Very, very tasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended the day by falling asleep on the sofa about 9:30 and awoke at about 11 and went to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, despite a couple of ill-tempered moments, it was a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-2201832980773451081?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2201832980773451081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=2201832980773451081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2201832980773451081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2201832980773451081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-saturday.html' title='My Saturday'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-2788887607096968897</id><published>2008-02-05T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T13:29:07.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven for a Dog</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is another email I received today, and had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about this email is that my sister just experience the loss of their beloved retriever Samson a week ago. So, it sort of hit home (I'm such a sucker for this kind of stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this, yes, I had to reach for a tissue. Read it anyways, its a cute story.&lt;br /&gt;There is no way of knowing who sent it, but there is a thoughtful, caring personl working in the dead letter office of the US postal service.&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heaven for a Dog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her. You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Meredith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We put the letter in an envelope with this picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R6i0SxME0-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/jHbwXgOVvmw/s1600-h/Abby.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163575207314904034" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="199" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R6i0SxME0-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/jHbwXgOVvmw/s320/Abby.bmp" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter r all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, "To Meredith" in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, "When a Pet Dies." Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey &amp;amp; Meredith and this note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dear Meredith,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away. Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the way, I'm easy to find, I am wherever there is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love, God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-2788887607096968897?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2788887607096968897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=2788887607096968897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2788887607096968897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/2788887607096968897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/02/heaven-for-dog.html' title='Heaven for a Dog'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R6i0SxME0-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/jHbwXgOVvmw/s72-c/Abby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-6956026567368145858</id><published>2008-01-31T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:18:42.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Emails</title><content type='html'>I found this in my inbox at work and just had to share.  To avoid the attacking doves, I've decided to place this on my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;SUMMARY OF THE PAST YEAR ON MY COMPUTER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I must send my thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat poop in the glue on envelopes because I now use a wet towel onevery envelope that needs sealing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Also, now I scrub the top of every can I open for the samereason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within fiveminutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer drink Coca Cola because I've learned that it can remove toilet stains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer buy gasoline without taking a friend along towatch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" ontheir cans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causescancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I now know that I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face...disfiguring me for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug mewith a perfume sample and rob me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer receive packages from UPS or Fed Ex since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me todial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer have any sneakers -- but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Thanks to my many Internet friends, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And thanks to the great advice, I will never pick up $5.00 I dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon, and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Have a wonderful day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;PS: A South American scientist from Argentina, after alengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain andsexual activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-6956026567368145858?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6956026567368145858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=6956026567368145858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6956026567368145858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6956026567368145858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/01/2007-emails.html' title='2007 Emails'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-6576663548337511013</id><published>2008-01-22T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T07:23:39.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine in Memphis sent this to me today, and I just had to post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9f56a5d64c6b68c5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6576663548337511013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=6576663548337511013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6576663548337511013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6576663548337511013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/01/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-5545591510377323464</id><published>2008-01-18T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:43:59.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wash Cloth</title><content type='html'>Here's a funny one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.&lt;br /&gt;Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45am. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort.&lt;br /&gt;So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?" I didn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal. Some shopping, cleaning, cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?"&lt;br /&gt;I told her to get another one from the cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never going back to that doctor. Ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-5545591510377323464?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5545591510377323464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=5545591510377323464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5545591510377323464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/5545591510377323464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/01/wash-cloth.html' title='The Wash Cloth'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-1041410378114013773</id><published>2008-01-12T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T19:45:37.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's me!  Okay, maybe not 100% well but almost.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I awoke by 7:30 this morning and apparently Hub was surprised to see me up and alert, I imagine he thought I would wake much later in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I managed to do some house work before I feeling drained of energy. I was afraid I was experiencing a relapse, so I did the only thing I could think of...I took a nap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up about an hour or so later and felt much better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Other than that not much else happened today, other than Hub working outside trimming trees and shrubbery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only thing left to do is wait for Monday to come so I can go back to work and read the 100+ email that are waiting for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope everyone has a nice weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-1041410378114013773?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1041410378114013773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=1041410378114013773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1041410378114013773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/1041410378114013773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/01/alive-and-well.html' title='Alive and Well'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-8352302752761523097</id><published>2008-01-11T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:18:31.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldie, Pepper, and Silver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am sitting at home bored to death.  I somehow managed to catch the flu, or did the flu catch me?  Anyhow, this is day #2 at home and there is absolutely nothing on daytime television. So in between sleeping and feeling totally crappy, I thought I'd post some pictures I had promised &lt;a href="http://wolflovergirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;WLG&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are photos of my mom's dogs taken when Hub and I were in El Paso, Texas for Thanksgiving. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R4fQ17MIiYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/P9tGPFOBrSo/s1600-h/EP+dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have Goldie, Pepper, and Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154322488939284930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R4fU_rMIicI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bUbwKhqPyNY/s200/EP+dogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Goldie and Silver belong to my mom, they're a mix of wolf and husky.&lt;br /&gt;Pepper, the rotty, is actually my brother's dog. I normally can't handle big dogs, but Pepper, despite her size is a little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldie is the alpha dog of the group, she has a tendancy to ride rough shod over Silver and Pepper - or, at least she tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R4fXZbMIigI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kIGGdZi-omM/s1600-h/EP+goldie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154325130344172034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R4fXZbMIigI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kIGGdZi-omM/s200/EP+goldie+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I first laid eyes on this girl, I was looking out the back door when she walks up, her head slung low, snow blue eyes shifted upward looking at me.   She had the stance and look of a wolf ready to attack.  She freaked the hell out of me.  Although a bit scary at first, she really is a very sweet dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here we have Silver. She's the love-able one. Not that the other two are not, there is just something special about this brown-eyed beauty.  Very calm and sedate, all she wants is just a little of your attention, then, if told,  she will leave you alone.                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154322497529219554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R4fVALMIieI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zZ2E4EBqEQc/s200/EP+silver.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's it for now.  I'm off to take a nap.&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/26732824-8352302752761523097?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8352302752761523097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=8352302752761523097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8352302752761523097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/8352302752761523097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/01/goldie-pepper-and-silver.html' title='Goldie, Pepper, and Silver'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_T2FkXUvlYxo/R4fU_rMIicI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bUbwKhqPyNY/s72-c/EP+dogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-606572092199457942</id><published>2008-01-06T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:58:38.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and a Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hub and I went to the movies with some friends yesterday, then out to dinner. It was a nice relaxing evening which was definitely needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0465234/"&gt;National Treasure: Book of Secrets&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental State at beginning: distracted (no specific reason) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental State after movie: good, light hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comments about the movie: I liked it!! The first 10 minutes or so, I felt as though I would drift off into a nice nap. Maybe I was tired?? Shortly after, it really caught my attention and drew me in. The casting was excellent, the repartee between Jon Voight and Helen Mirren was one of the funniest in the movie. Justin Bartha is the perfect "goober" character, definite laughs from his character Riley. As usual, Nicolas Cage did a great job, altho, he hasn't reached the level of Harrison Ford's Indiana Jones. Ed Harris, one of the best "bad guys" currently working. Diane Kruger's character Abigail Chase, played opposite Nicolas' Ben Gates, nothing really outstanding comes to mind about her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I recommend this movie?: Yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the dinner portion of the evening, the restaurant selected was the &lt;a href="http://www.thecheesecakefactory.com/"&gt;Cheesecake Factory&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I filled up on the Incredible Grilled Eggplant Sandwich. Ohh, sooo gooood! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grilled Japanese eggplant with roasted red peppers, grilled red onions, melted mozzarella, and garlic aiole all on a bun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was so satisfied with this vegetable feast that I passed on my favorite cheesecake - dulce de leche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess you could say that I enjoyed my Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-606572092199457942?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/606572092199457942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=606572092199457942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/606572092199457942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/606572092199457942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/01/dinner-and-movie.html' title='Dinner and a Movie'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-42595490023967117</id><published>2008-01-01T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:17:02.147-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year, Y'all!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, it looks like I survived another year. Not that I'm surprised or anything, it's just that the tail-end of 2007 was such a stressful time for me. It wasn't moving quickly enough for me. As you may have noticed, I haven't really posted much in the last few months and will try to remedy that in the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to bed at 4:30ish this morning, I awoke shortly after 9:00am. I laid motionless in bed trying to determine the amount of bodily damage I had inflicted on myself last night. It was, apparently, not too bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No headache&lt;br /&gt;No vacant/vague feeling&lt;br /&gt;No feeling of dehydration&lt;br /&gt;No light sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;No spinning&lt;br /&gt;No urge to purge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!! I made it without a hangover!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yippee for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about what I drank last night, and I'm surprised I'm not lying in bed with the sheets up over my head waiting for the grim reaper to appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me preface with: I normally don't drink like this. Years ago, this would be the first 2 hours of the evening, but not anymore. I like to think that I've more important things to do than get hammered when I drink - one day a year doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far what I recall drinking are:&lt;br /&gt;4 beers - maybe 5, but I don't think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 shots - Washington Apple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 shot - Goldschlager &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 shot - Hialeah Hooker - worst thing I ever tasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 shots - something w/ Peach schnapps; so good, I couldn't stop at just 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6 Jello shots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 glasses champagne with Chambord - yummy!&lt;br /&gt;2 or 3 shots of something experimental - &lt;a href="http://wolflovergirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;WolfLoverGirl&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lordzepo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lordzepo&lt;/a&gt; were selecting and making shots out of some book (that's where Hialeah Hooker came from).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you can understand why I am so surprised that I am able to function.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I went straight to the kitchen, made a pot of coffee and fed the cats. I was amazed that they weren't screaming for their breakfast considering I was 2 hours late with it.&lt;br /&gt;I watched a little TV while drinking my coffee, then set a roast and veggies in the crock-pot, cleaned the kitchen and surfed the web for a while. Around noon I made some lunch for Hub when he woke up, then went back to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far 2008 is looking pretty good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-42595490023967117?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/42595490023967117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=42595490023967117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/42595490023967117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/42595490023967117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-yall.html' title='Happy New Year, Y&apos;all!!!'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-179007853394953399</id><published>2007-12-20T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T12:30:05.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Here!!!</title><content type='html'>As my title states, it's almost here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would assume that I am referring to Christmas, but no I'm not. I speak of Friday.&lt;br /&gt;All week long I woke believing that "today" was Friday, alas, it was not. It was Tuesday, then it was Wednesday, then Thursday. But I have been told and been promised that tomorrow is the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Friday&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been all week?&lt;br /&gt;I've waited and wanted for days&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment and upheavel came in your place&lt;br /&gt;I will not give up, I will wait once more&lt;br /&gt;To awake and say&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can probably guess this came out of nowhere. As you can see I am not a poet by any means of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a doofus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-179007853394953399?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/179007853394953399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=179007853394953399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/179007853394953399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/179007853394953399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-almost-here.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Here!!!'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26732824.post-7983779904246500293</id><published>2007-12-14T08:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:47:47.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Rest Meme, Merry Gentlemen</title><content type='html'>1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wrapping paper, the only time of the year I can run around the house with scissors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Artificial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We would like to do it right after Thanksgiving, but normally it is a week before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Right after New Years day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like egg nog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Duh!! Is there anything else to pour over your Cheerios??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I was about 6 years old, I got my Easy Bake Oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No, but Hub does. I think we displayed it on our first Christmas together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hardest person to buy for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That’s easy, my father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Easiest person to buy for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Angel Tree child – shout out to Jess for showing me the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Neither, I am the worst about sending out cards, whether it be Christmas, birthdays, or anniversary.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don’t think I’ve really received a bad gift. I guess I’m just thankful that people care enough about me to give me things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Although, not your traditional holiday movie my favorite is “Love, Actually” with Colin Firth (insert big sigh here).  I love, love, love, LOVE this movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Normally, I start looking around October, but this year it will be this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yes I have, about 15 years ago.  I received two copies of the same book and decided to give one as a birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Leftover turkey – turkey tetrazzini, turkey noodle soup, turkey salad, turkey pot pies, ya see where I’m going here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Clear lights or colored on the tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Currently we have clear lights, but I personally would prefer multi-colored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“All I Want For Christmas is You” from…”Love, Actually”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Stay home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By song order, height, alphabetically or age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Morning, after coffee and during Bloody Mary’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;TRAFFIC!!  There is a mall between the house and the office, and it seems that there is double or triple the amount of vehicles on the road a mile before and after the mall exit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite ornament theme or color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;No specific ornament theme, but I do love my Moose(s) placed around the house during the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite at Christmas dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's a toss up between Hub's wonderful Squash Casserole and my homemade Chunky Mashed Potatoes with sour cream, and 3 cheeses, tons of butter and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you want for Christmas this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This may sound weird, but what I really want is time.&lt;br /&gt;Time with my sister, who I miss more than anyone else on this planet&lt;br /&gt;Time with Hub doing things we both enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Time with my friends&lt;br /&gt;Time with my two 18+ year old cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Time to relax and enjoy what I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-7983779904246500293?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7983779904246500293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=7983779904246500293&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7983779904246500293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/7983779904246500293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2007/12/god-rest-meme-merry-gentlemen.html' title='God Rest Meme, Merry Gentlemen'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-4936531200918230552</id><published>2007-12-08T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:41:12.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Woo!!</title><content type='html'>A friend of mind sent me the following haha, and yes, it made me laugh.  I'm sure you will laugh too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How To Shower Like a Woman:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry hamper according to lights and darks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at your womanly physique in the mirror - make mental note to do more sit-ups/leg- lifts, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner enhanced with real passion fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes until red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinse conditioner off hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shave armpits and legs. Turn off shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spray mold spots with Tilex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of shower and stand on bath mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry with towel the size of a small country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How To Shower Like a Man: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk naked to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her making the woo-woo sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at your manly physique in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admire the size of your wiener and scratch your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get in the shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your armpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs stuck on the soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a Shampoo Mohawk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinse off and get out of shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid bath mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry off forearms and butt only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was hanging out of tub the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admire wiener size in mirror again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it to watch water fly off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return to bedroom with towel around waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake wiener at her and make the woo-woo sound again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw wet towel on bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is anyone among you who did not laugh at the truth behind this, there is something so very wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day! And, "woo woo"!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-4936531200918230552?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4936531200918230552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=4936531200918230552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4936531200918230552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/4936531200918230552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2007/12/woo-woo.html' title='Woo Woo!!'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-26732824.post-6953059755038994435</id><published>2007-11-27T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:36:13.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanksgiving is over (insert big sigh here). Hub and I spent approximately 10 hours driving out to west Texas to see my parents. What is really hard to believe is that it was my idea to drive. Me, the person who gets grumpy after a mere 2 hours in a car, suggested we drive to El Paso. It was actually pretty nice spending some quality (?) time with Hub. The only cruel thing I did was make him listen when I was singing along with the radio. What can I say...we had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time with the folks was great, spent lots of time with them and my brother Mike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm proud to say I didn't stuff myself with turkey and all the fixin's. The only thing we didn't do is eat Mexican food. Go figure, we're in Mexican food mecca of the Southwest and not even one enchilada, not one tamale, not one morsel of refried beans was consumed. How sad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Instead we had some tasty ribs my brother threw on the grill and then the turkey and more turkey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We hit the road back to big D early Saturday morning in some of the heaviest snow I have seen in years. Huge flakes of snow just kept coming - it was gorgeous. The snow let up less than an hour outside EP, when it turned to a mist all the way to Dallas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Normally, the drive would have taken us about 10 hours, less than that actually, because when I was driving the cruise control was set at 85 mph. Boy, was I haulin' - hey, for me this was haulin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Hub took over the wheel, the speed limit was reduced to 70. Poor guy didn't get to be the speed demon on this trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About an hour outside of Ft. Worth, the road was reduced to two lanes - one east and one west - due to road work. That totally sucked. We were zooming down 35 miles of highway at speeds ranging from 5 mph to 45 mph. That sooo put us behind schedule. We finally made it to the "casa" at 7 PM - 12.5 hours after we left EP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was sooo nice to get home and see the guys (cats). i think they missed us because they bitched-meowed us for a few minutes. Then they were all over us - pet me, pet me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My next post will probably have something to do with work and the Grand Dame, but I promise not to rant and rave like my previous post. I, after all, am above that. NOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26732824-6953059755038994435?l=texasgrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6953059755038994435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26732824&amp;postID=6953059755038994435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6953059755038994435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26732824/posts/default/6953059755038994435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgrind.blogspot.com/2007/11/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!!'/><author><name>Roz (Rozzana)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03656688223340897728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
