<?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-3156900894325845223</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:38:28.479-04:00</updated><category term='Tales from Corporate America'/><category term='Atta Girl'/><title type='text'>Struttin' down the Runway of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>(with the back of my dress tucked in my pantyhose)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-7556230872134384145</id><published>2008-12-19T10:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:27:01.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chock full O' Nuts</title><content type='html'>So.. Working for an executive, I always look forward to the annual parade of Holiday Gift Baskets, Gift Bags and other festive trinkets and what-nots that come (my)his way during the holiday season.  This year however has been a particulary lean year for some reason or another. Blame it on the economy, blame it on my company's ever changing organizational structure this year and no body knows who to send anything to... but for whatever reason, It's been a lean year.&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine my delight when a big box shows up at my desk on Monday. I rush to open it and find the standard holiday fare of cookies, candies, and dried meats and I think to myself this is all going on the community table for all the office to share.  I keep digging and low-and-behold, I hit the Mother Load!  A 2lb tin of Fancy Mixed Nuts!  Now I LOVES me some mixed nuts and these arent just any mixed nuts, They're FANCY mixes nuts... with no cheap a$$ peanuts filling up all the space in the tin.  I determine right then and there that these are staying at my desk... ALL 2lbs of them.&lt;br /&gt;So starting on Monday, I begin basking in the salty goodness of my fancy mixed nuts... Cashews... Almonds...Walnuts...Hazelnuts...Salt...Mmmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday afternoon, I'm still wollowing in my salty goodness when I reach into the tin and realize, I am at the bottom already!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible!(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have somehow managed to single handely eat 2lbs of mixed nuts over the span of 3 day!  I couldn't believe it! but of course this might explain why i havent been very hungry all week for lunch or for dinner!  What it DOES explain though is how I came up with the title of this post after going to the bathroom these past couple of days! OY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/SUvKF_TEubI/AAAAAAAAAT8/qdB2usVTCDk/s1600-h/nuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/SUvKF_TEubI/AAAAAAAAAT8/qdB2usVTCDk/s320/nuts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281537192261630386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-7556230872134384145?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7556230872134384145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=7556230872134384145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/7556230872134384145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/7556230872134384145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/12/chock-full-o-nuts.html' title='Chock full O&apos; Nuts'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/SUvKF_TEubI/AAAAAAAAAT8/qdB2usVTCDk/s72-c/nuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-7941547406157590320</id><published>2008-12-17T10:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:33:20.346-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales from Corporate America'/><title type='text'>The Dreaded Office Holiday Luncheon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/SUkbOa0hEFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RxFJVe67Uiw/s1600-h/xmas+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280781972600328274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/SUkbOa0hEFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RxFJVe67Uiw/s400/xmas+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the dreaded Office Holiday Luncheon where a select few of us here in the office decided that we don't spend enough time together as it is (8+ hours a day / 5 days a week) so we need to get together and all have lunch because it's Christmas Time!&lt;br /&gt;To make the matter worse, I'm expected to go out of my way and buy a $10 gift card for someone whose name I drew out of a cup. In return, I should expect a $10 gift card from somebody who drew MY name out of a cup. Kinda defeats the purpose if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving at 11:30.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me Luck!&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/3156900894325845223-7941547406157590320?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7941547406157590320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=7941547406157590320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/7941547406157590320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/7941547406157590320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreaded-office-holiday-luncheon.html' title='The Dreaded Office Holiday Luncheon'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/SUkbOa0hEFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RxFJVe67Uiw/s72-c/xmas+party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-6162709850838525034</id><published>2008-03-12T10:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:05.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 More Reasons to impose Guilt on your Soul!</title><content type='html'>As if the Catholic Church wasn't trying to make us feel guilty enough, they have now come out with 7 NEW Modern Day Sins to accompany the the original 7 Deadly Sins imposed on us by Pope Gregory the Great over 1,500 years ago. According to the Vatican, "It was time to modernize the list of mortal sins, the most serious of sins, to fit the changing world" ...How progressive of an organization that still doesn't allow women to be priest!&lt;br /&gt;But before we get to the new Sins, let's recap the Original 7.&lt;br /&gt;Lust&lt;br /&gt;Gluttony&lt;br /&gt;Avarice&lt;br /&gt;Sloth&lt;br /&gt;Anger&lt;br /&gt;Envy&lt;br /&gt;Pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'm not even sure I know what Avarice is. Secondly I find it amazing after reading those that the other 6 Sins can be checked off in one trip to the Golden Corral! For Example:&lt;br /&gt;Lust - Seeing the Buffet! (ooooh!)&lt;br /&gt;Gluttony - Eating the Buffet.(mmmm!)&lt;br /&gt;Sloth - How you feel after eating the Buffet(uuugh)&lt;br /&gt;Anger - How you feel after stepping on a Scale after eating the Buffet (Fuck!)&lt;br /&gt;Envy - Skinny People eating the Buffet (Bitch!)&lt;br /&gt;Pride - You still have room for dessert after eating the buffet! (WhooHoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pope Gregory obviously didn't know anything about a good buffet when creating that list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the New list of Sins for a Modern World.&lt;br /&gt;1. Genetic Modification&lt;br /&gt;2. Human Experimentation's&lt;br /&gt;3. Polluting the Environment&lt;br /&gt;4. Social Injustice&lt;br /&gt;5. Causing Poverty&lt;br /&gt;6. Financial Gluttony&lt;br /&gt;7. Taking Drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Vatican: A person who commits a mortal sin risk burning in Hell unless it's absolved through confession and penitence.&lt;br /&gt;So, if I understand this correctly, does "Genetic Modification" mean that I'm going to hell because I colored my Hair in college? and if so, Will I see Oprah there for her Financial Gluttony? And does the Catholic church really have any legs to stand on when denouncing "Social Injustice" ? Gimme a Break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... Since the Church decided it was time for a new list, I thought it was time for a list of my own.&lt;br /&gt;Blanche's 7 Deadly Sins!&lt;br /&gt;So Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;1. Driving around in the year 2008 with a Kerry/Edwards bumper sticker on your car&lt;br /&gt;2. Diagonal Stripped Shirts for Men.&lt;br /&gt;3. $3.45 a Gallon Gasoline!&lt;br /&gt;4. Wearing Flip-Flops in January&lt;br /&gt;5. Wearing Flip-Flops.&lt;br /&gt;6. Believing that contestants on Reality Dating shows are there to find "True Love"&lt;br /&gt;7. Faux-Hawks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there they are. Blanche's 7 Deadly sins for a Modern Gay world. &lt;br /&gt;Whether it's by my list, the new list or the original list of deadly sins, there's a good chance we're all going to Hell together.&lt;br /&gt;See you when you get there and I'll save you a seat by the Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R9f4iljmdOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qJxL-SyCEy0/s1600-h/hell.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R9f4iljmdOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qJxL-SyCEy0/s400/hell.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176879569766348002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-6162709850838525034?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6162709850838525034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=6162709850838525034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/6162709850838525034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/6162709850838525034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/03/7-more-reasons-to-impose-guilt-on-your.html' title='7 More Reasons to impose Guilt on your Soul!'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R9f4iljmdOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qJxL-SyCEy0/s72-c/hell.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-755216608781213449</id><published>2008-03-10T09:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:05.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>As if anybody really missed me...&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm back from my Blog vacation and as you can see, I did a little remodeling around here while you all were gone. I hope you like the new look!&lt;br /&gt;So what's happened since we last talked?&lt;br /&gt;Daylight Savings Time went into effect over the weekend. I was actually awake on Saturday night (Sunday morning?) and saw the clock on my cable box change from 1:59 to 3:00. I suddenly felt robbed of an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary made an impressive comeback (again!) with her wins in Ohio, Texas and Vermont last Tuesday! You Go Gurl! I especially enjoyed her speech Tuesday night in Ohio when she dedicated her win to everyone who has been counted out but refused to give up... Knocked down but kept fighting...This one is for YOU! Right on Sister! right on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church lady (as I like to refer to her as) retired from AT&amp;T on Friday. She was a sweet gal and largely resembled the Mrs. Beasley Doll from the 70's and 80's. She was however a Die-Hard evangelical republican who believed as strongly in the word of Rush Limbaugh as she did the word of God! She was not ashamed or shy to voice her values and beliefs either so it was no surprise that she and I butted heads early and often! I remember once during an election year, she went so far as to put out brochures and flyers on her desk supporting the local candidates who were Pro-Life and Anti- Gay Marriage so rather than complain to our H.R. Manager, I created my own flyers supporting basically the candidates who were opposing her candidates and personally delivered one of them to her!&lt;br /&gt;After that incident (which landed BOTH of us in the HR Managers office) we agreed that there were certain topics that were off limits and we slowly developed a relationship that allowed us to work in harmony without ever bring up &lt;br /&gt;religion and politics again. As our 10 years of working together went on, we eventually formed a friendship and relationship of deep respect and caring for one another. I am proud to have known her (as dingie as she was!) and I wish her nothing but the best.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Church Lady! There will never be another one like you (Thankfully!)and you will be missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R9VI3ljmdNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/U0jPvIrGCeQ/s1600-h/Mrs+Beasley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R9VI3ljmdNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/U0jPvIrGCeQ/s400/Mrs+Beasley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176123466543690962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-755216608781213449?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/755216608781213449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=755216608781213449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/755216608781213449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/755216608781213449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R9VI3ljmdNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/U0jPvIrGCeQ/s72-c/Mrs+Beasley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-3198063101828147901</id><published>2008-03-04T08:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:05.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Off!</title><content type='html'>Hey Kids!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just letting you all know that I will be taking the week Off from this Blog.&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry, everything is fine and I will be back on Monday, March 10th with all new exciting topics to discuss including a review of Dolly Partons new Album, Election results, and Bag lady Show preparations. And, we'll bring back the Atta Girl of the Week again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody have a good week!&lt;br /&gt;See you back here on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blanche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R81TdDr-0lI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VD5XKZ1rYg8/s1600-h/OUT-TO-LUNCH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R81TdDr-0lI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VD5XKZ1rYg8/s400/OUT-TO-LUNCH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173883305589658194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-3198063101828147901?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3198063101828147901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=3198063101828147901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/3198063101828147901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/3198063101828147901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-off.html' title='Time Off!'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R81TdDr-0lI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VD5XKZ1rYg8/s72-c/OUT-TO-LUNCH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-8570604859565674242</id><published>2008-02-27T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:23:27.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless</title><content type='html'>The following is a response on the CNN message board to a story about the recent death of William F. Buckley. I &lt;em&gt;ASSUME&lt;/em&gt; it's from an Obama supporter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As an avid Obama supporter, an independent with liberal leanings, and a woman, I am sad to hear of William Buckley's death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was an intellect, a scholar and exactly the kind of conservative to lead intelligent discourse on many subjects. I usually did not agree with his opinions, but always found them thoughtful and provocative (in the best sense of the word). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think that Mr. Buckley was exactly the kind of person that Senator Obama would welcome into discussions when speaking of including diverse groups and opinions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who thinks that this is a Shameless plug from an Obama supporter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, these Obamanites remind me more and more of the old saying... "Dear Lord, Save me from your Followers"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-8570604859565674242?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8570604859565674242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=8570604859565674242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8570604859565674242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8570604859565674242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/02/shameless.html' title='Shameless'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-3156900894325845223.post-2164157733270089592</id><published>2008-02-27T10:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:06.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Mad as Hell...</title><content type='html'>I am just Fired Up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of the MSNBC Obama Orgy...er Democratic debate that occurred last night.&lt;br /&gt;Keith Oberman use to be a favorite of mine but after watching him wallow in his own Obama spew last night he is quickly joining my list of self important assholes with the likes of Rush Limbaugh and Bill O'Riley.&lt;br /&gt;It's one thing for an Obama supporter to join the panel and discuss his or her take on the events of the evening but when the host of the evening just flat out displays favoritism for one candidate and their dislike for the other, you really have to question the credibility of the Network. Save it for your own show Oberman!&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Tim Russert... If he had been allowed to go on any longer with his list of hypothetical/what if questions I have no doubt we would have eventually gotten to whether or not we should retaliate if Monkeys started flying out of his Ass! (and i would have to vote yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, The National media has been unfair to Hillary and made every attempt to beat her down like a rented mule! Much the same way the New York Times did to John McCain (after all, why would you endorse a candidate at the same time you were sitting on a story linking him with unethical lobbing practices and a sex scandal?...just asking?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm Mad as Hell and I'm going to do something about it. This morning, I gave money to www.hillaryclinton.com. I also started several pissing matches with the Obamabots on a few message boards and I signed up to make phone calls to the residents of Ohio on Hillary's behalf. I'm even trying to talk Fitness Nerd into going to Ohio this weekend to do some work for the campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt as passionate about a candidate as I have this one and anyone with half a brain can clearly see that she is the most qualified and best equipped to take on this job. I get that some people just don't like her but a lot of people voted for George W. because they did "Like Him" and look what they got. &lt;br /&gt;So, If you agree with me and feel the same way then I challenge you to step up today and take action in some way. Don't let the thought of You can't make a difference Matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R8WSCWmcBHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kFMi26xf91o/s1600-h/Hillaryrally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R8WSCWmcBHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kFMi26xf91o/s400/Hillaryrally.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171700316229076082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-2164157733270089592?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2164157733270089592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=2164157733270089592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/2164157733270089592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/2164157733270089592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-mad-as-hell.html' title='I&apos;m Mad as Hell...'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R8WSCWmcBHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kFMi26xf91o/s72-c/Hillaryrally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-2949089847789211490</id><published>2008-02-21T10:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:06.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta kiss a lot of Frogs before you find your Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Maestro has this fun little game/quiz over on his blog. Answer a few questions about yourself and it will match you with your ideal boyfriend from a television show.&lt;br /&gt;Good Times I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;So I answer all the questions as honestly as I can and I get:&lt;br /&gt;Matt Saracen from Friday Night Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169455993953453026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R72Y1mmcA-I/AAAAAAAAALU/tp-bicyrces/s320/tvboyfriend-matt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who in the Hell is He?&lt;br /&gt;1) I don’t know him, 2) he is WAY too young for me and 3) that whole devotion to Grandmother thing is a little too weird for me.&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of the quiz it ask: “Think there’s a better result? Retake the Quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus! There is no way I can spend my life with some Matt person that I don’t even know.&lt;br /&gt;So I retake the quiz. All the while hoping and knowing that Rob Lowe’s character from Brother’s and Sister’s is going to pop up as my ideal match.&lt;br /&gt;I retake the quiz, this time tweaking my answers just a little but not straying too far from what I would truthfully answer so’s not to get the same result.&lt;br /&gt;I answer the last question and my result is……. Not Rob Lowe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House from House. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169456161457177586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R72Y_WmcA_I/AAAAAAAAALc/vC4aKp2-e30/s320/tvboyfriend-house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell NO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still looking for Rob Lowe, I retake it again and this time I get Chuck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169457102055015426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R72Z2GmcBAI/AAAAAAAAALk/T122jLGuiT8/s320/tvboyfriend-chuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, but no thanks, I don't do Nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I retake the quiz. Hell bent on Rob Lowe. This time, I answer completely opposite from what I would truthfully say because let’s face it Girls… the only way to snag the man of your dreams is to lie and become someone totally opposite of who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;So, I answer the final question and………. Still not Rob Lowe.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Petrelli from Hero’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169457376932922386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R72aGGmcBBI/AAAAAAAAALs/5wFIyTuGRkM/s320/tvboyfriend-peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don’t watch this show but I do know this guy is kinda cute and a lot of my friends would have stopped right here. Still though, I WANT ROB LOWE GOD DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;So I retake the quiz one more time. This time I go back to answers that are a little more truthful to what I believe and when I submitted the final answer, I got…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Derek Shepherd from Gray’s Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169457553026581538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R72aQWmcBCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/olozdLrCSHM/s320/tvboyfriend-derek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now convinced that Rob Lowe is not an option in this game. But let’s be honest here girls. If you have to settle for anyone else, a romantic Brain surgeon portrayed by Patrick Dempsey is not too shabby!&lt;br /&gt;I’ll Take it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-2949089847789211490?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2949089847789211490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=2949089847789211490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/2949089847789211490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/2949089847789211490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-gotta-kiss-lot-of-frogs-before-you.html' title='You gotta kiss a lot of Frogs before you find your Prince'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R72Y1mmcA-I/AAAAAAAAALU/tp-bicyrces/s72-c/tvboyfriend-matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-745606002132313925</id><published>2008-02-19T13:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:48:54.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so Blue at the Blue Martini</title><content type='html'>Last night was our monthly Big Gay Club from work mixer.&lt;br /&gt;I had rescheduled it from last week due to yet another snow storm that didn’t come.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I showed up at the Blue Martini early to scout it and have a warm up cocktail before anybody else got there. I had been to this place only once before about a year and a half ago and at that time I was dressed as Cruella de Ville, drunker than Cootie Brown and standing on a stage with a drag queen named Bunny Fu Fu. So going there this time was like going for the first time all over again!&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that it sits in a strip mall, the Blue Martini is one of those Uber Swanky places. Some might even call it a bit pretentious. With its white leather seating, its stainless steel bar top and the blue lighting place around, it’s easy to tell that the joint is owned and operated by a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;So I go to grab a seat at the bar and I don’t even get my coat off before Maureen (sitting 3 stools down) starts a conversation with me. Happy Monday! How was your day? Where do you work? And so on and so on… as I’m getting to know her I see a man at the other end of the bar. He is one of those people that you see all the time over the course of several years and for some reason never took the time to even say hello to (and I swear, this is one of my missions in 08 to put an end to this! If I see someone on a regular basis and have been doing so for a couple of years, there is no reason I can't say “I see you here and there once in a while, my name is “Blanche”)&lt;br /&gt;Where was I???&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I see a guy at the other end of the bar. He smiles, I smile back and Maureen keeps right on yacking. The bartender takes my order and I go with the suggestion of what the guy at the end of the bar is having, some orangie concoction called a tic-tac. As soon as I placed my order, the bartender is again magically behind me handing me a food menu. WTF? He was behind the bar and then behind me in just 2 seconds! Maureen being the ever observant person she is sees my confusion and laughs as she explains to me that they are TWINS! (And cute ones at that!) I was happy that that fact was pointed out before I had too many drinks. Otherwise, I’m sure my head would have been spinning trying to figure it out later on in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realize that its 6:00 and nobody from the Big Gay Club has showed up! My time however has not been entirely wasted. I am now aware of the facts that Maureen wants to loose 40 pounds, lives across the street, works for some company up on 106th street, recently visited London and likes to go to a pub called Jimmy B’s. Finally! Jack and Ennis show up. They each order a cocktail and we decide that the mixer is pretty much a bust and that nobody is coming (fuckers!) so we agree that we’ll finish our cocktails and head home…. 4 hours and $50 apiece later, we’re still there sitting at the bar. By this time we have pretty much sampled half the martini menu, taken advantage of the half price sushi special. Met and done shots with the guy at the end of the bar and his friend and failed to notice that Maureen left at some point in the evening. Ennis confirmed the sexuality of the twin bartenders (straight) and we have learned that Thursday night is the hopping night to go to the Blue Martini. A little past 10:00 and Jack and Ennis decide to finally call it a night as Ennis has a hankering for some Pizza Rolls. I decided to stay a little while longer and talk to the Guy from the end of the bar because a. He’s wearing a tie and I’m a sucker for a guy in a tie and b. he bought me a drink. So how could I refuse? 30 minutes later and it hits me that it’s almost 11:00! And I gotta work tomorrow! So I thanked the guy from the end of the bar for the drink and slowly made my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a great time and look forward to going back again. And the moral of my story is this.&lt;br /&gt;The best times in life are the ones that happen when you’re not expecting them. Had last night gone as planned we would have had a good time I’m sure. But the fact that it didn’t go as planned allowed us to be open to whatever came along and that included spending some quality time with 2 firends and making 3 new friends in the process. The Guy from the end of the bar, His friend the chain smoker and yes, even Maureen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-745606002132313925?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/745606002132313925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=745606002132313925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/745606002132313925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/745606002132313925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-so-blue-at-blue-martini.html' title='Not so Blue at the Blue Martini'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-3156900894325845223.post-7690151933863701811</id><published>2008-02-13T14:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:06.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humpday Hodgepodge</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it's ooooonly Wednesday? It should at least be Thursday... Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don’t have a lot to talk about today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who lit candles and held vigils in there home after hearing the devastating news of Dolly Parton’s back problems… it’s comforting to know that I was not alone in my grieving…right?...anyone?...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, This is probably the most Press Dolly has gotten over anything in the past several years! She was even a Hot Topic on the View yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite headlines from the whole debacle include: Dolly Parton’s Tour is a Bust” and “Dolly Parton’s “wagging puppies” spark international incident”&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to Dolly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Tomorrow is Valentines Day or as Maestro calls is it, S.A.D. (Singles Awareness Day)&lt;br /&gt;I have my black outfit picked out and ready to wear to mark the special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Jesus the Writer’s strike is Over! And just in time to salvage a better part of the entire season for LOST! Did y’all watch that last week? WTF?&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed to hear that ABC wont be bringing back Women’s Murder Club this season, I like that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our girl Hillary really took a thumping last night… But I’m standing by my Woman! You should never count a Clinton out of it until the last dog is down!&lt;br /&gt;And can somebody Please tell me what in the Hell Mike Huckabee is doing? And while your at it, please tell me why it is that the news channels insist on devoting so much airtime to him? I am really tired of seeing his goofy mug every night on CNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, like I said at the beginning, I don’t have a lot to talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;I leave you now with an early Valentine from Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166550173699802066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R7NGAmmcA9I/AAAAAAAAALM/MlCCOZoo52M/s320/vec_obama3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-7690151933863701811?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7690151933863701811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=7690151933863701811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/7690151933863701811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/7690151933863701811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/02/humpday-hodgepodge.html' title='Humpday Hodgepodge'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R7NGAmmcA9I/AAAAAAAAALM/MlCCOZoo52M/s72-c/vec_obama3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-5441535404011191652</id><published>2008-02-11T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:07.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Light your Candles Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Get Well Dolly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DOLLY PARTON FORCED TO POSTPONE U.S. TOUR TO RECOVER FROM BACK CONDITION 2.11.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165834155406918594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R7C6y2mcA8I/AAAAAAAAALE/GZ5Nca7NSQ4/s320/dolly+mouth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a statement, DOLLY said: "I know I have been breaking my neck and bending over backwards trying to get my new Backwoods Barbie CD and world tour together, but I didn't mean to hurt myself doing it! But hey, you try wagging these puppies around a while and see if you don't have back problems. Seriously though, the doctors said I will be good as new in a few weeks, and I can't wait to get back out there. See you soon, Dolly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-5441535404011191652?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5441535404011191652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=5441535404011191652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/5441535404011191652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/5441535404011191652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/02/light-your-candles-girls.html' title='Light your Candles Girls!'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R7C6y2mcA8I/AAAAAAAAALE/GZ5Nca7NSQ4/s72-c/dolly+mouth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-2083637959686516602</id><published>2008-02-08T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:07.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atta Girl! - of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It’s either feast or famine with this feature.&lt;br /&gt;Last week there seemed to be nobody to choose from and this week there all kinds of options.&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears – Escaped from the loony bin&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse – DENIED to enter the United States&lt;br /&gt;Bette Midler – Opening a 3 year stint in Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Hillary Clinton – Raised over 7 million dollars in 3 days for her Presidential campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this week, I’m giving the prestigious “Atta Girl” award to Shirley Jones! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164688040093184866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6yoaKV2c2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/649a062kjP4/s320/shirley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Jones is a TV Legend and this week she wrapped up her stint on Days of Our Lives playing the long lost, presumed dead, Aunt to the Brady clan, Colleen Brady!&lt;br /&gt;For years, I have said that DAYS needed to do some type of stunt casting to broaden it’s viewership but Honestly I wasn’t thrilled about Shirley Jones until I heard what role she was playing and then saw her in the Role. Shirley ended her run this week when Colleen died in the arms of her long lost son, John Black. Her death wrapped up the story line that was started last summer as the Brady clan attempted to resolve the Demeria vendetta that has cursed their family for the past 25 years! Not only did Colleen’s confession solve that mystery for us but it also blurred the already incest teasing gene pool of Salem by establishing that Shawn D. is married to his (sorta) cousin Belle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atta Girl Shirley – Colleen!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164687954193838930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6yoVKV2c1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/gUICg5LoK0c/s320/colleen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-2083637959686516602?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2083637959686516602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=2083637959686516602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/2083637959686516602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/2083637959686516602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/02/atta-girl-of-week.html' title='Atta Girl! - of the Week'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6yoaKV2c2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/649a062kjP4/s72-c/shirley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-8481016974498419876</id><published>2008-02-08T14:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:07.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck it Brady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6ynN6V2c0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/nWpY5lHsjeg/s1600-h/Patriots+Epiphany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164686730128159554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6ynN6V2c0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/nWpY5lHsjeg/s400/Patriots+Epiphany.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-8481016974498419876?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8481016974498419876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=8481016974498419876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8481016974498419876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8481016974498419876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/02/suck-it-brady.html' title='Suck it Brady!'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6ynN6V2c0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/nWpY5lHsjeg/s72-c/Patriots+Epiphany.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-5592785926451680935</id><published>2008-02-07T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:07.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*BAM*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I'm driving to work yesterday morning, heading north on Meridian Street. Somewhere between 46th and 52nd street, in the area I like to call "The Tour of Homes" my poor car all but took a nose dive into what had to have been the worlds largest Pot Hole Ever! It came out of Nowhere and caused the most God Awful &lt;strong&gt;*BAM*&lt;/strong&gt; when the car hit it. luckily, the car kept going and no damage was done despite the blunt force of the impact. I kept driving north and then somewhere around 80th street, a Pylon - sawhorse - orange &amp;amp; white construction thingie (what the hell are those things called?) blocking the right hand lane and causing the rush hour traffic to practically screech to a halt as cars had to file into one lane to get around it. As I drove past the pylon - road blocker thingie, I noticed beneath it, a Pot hole so big, it made the one my car had fallen into earlier pale in comparison. Soon I was at work and the whole commute was an after thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning, I'm driving to work again, North on Meridian street about to enter the "Tour or Homes" I soon realize that I am in the right lane and on course to drive my car off into that gigantic Pot Hole again that was approaching fast. The cars were bumper to bumper in both lanes so there was little hope of getting over in to the other lane, I considered the possibility that a Pot Hole of that size on a major city traffic route would more than likely be taken care of right away by the City Road crews but as I looked forward down my route, I realized that was not the case. One-by-one, the cars ahead of me were taking the plunge. Break lights were glaring, Some fools were swerving over into the left lane to avoid the hole causing the left lane motorist to either slam on their brakes or swerve over dangerously close into oncoming traffic in the south bound lanes. The Hole was coming and I was going to hit it.  I couldn't avoid it so I slowed the car down, I tightly gripped the wheel, my body tensed up and then &lt;strong&gt;*BAM*&lt;/strong&gt; into the Pot Hole I went! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164284313167360802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6s5OKV2cyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qQYK3gQNeEI/s400/pothole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It felt like an even bigger impact than the one I'd felt yesterday, but once I was out, I noticed that the car wasn't shaking, the wheels weren't wobbling and that everything was fine. Thank you Jesus! I proceeded heading north trying to get to work at a decent time when somewhere around 80th street we all &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YET AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came to a screeching slow down as that Damn Pylon-Road blocker thingie was Still blocking the right hand lane! Still covering the the Pot Hole to Hell!Luckily though, we all made it around and headed on our ways but as I drove away, I thought to myself, If that pot hole was so dangerous, that someone felt the need to block the entire left lane, wouldn't you think it would be a high enough priority that the City Road Crew would have it patched up by now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm looking at you Greg Ballard when I ask that question.  Meridian Street is Dangerous and it has been for the last 2 days now! If you could please find the time (and the phone number), I would appreciate it very much if you could reach out to your Roads Department Officials and get this issue resolved before anybody gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;A concerned citizen and motorist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-5592785926451680935?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5592785926451680935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=5592785926451680935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/5592785926451680935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/5592785926451680935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/02/bam.html' title='*BAM*'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6s5OKV2cyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qQYK3gQNeEI/s72-c/pothole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-4128892055526651327</id><published>2008-02-05T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T12:06:30.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As if I needed another reason to vote for her...</title><content type='html'>Here is a letter Clinton has written as a way of reaching out for the LGBT vote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Senator Hillary Clinton&lt;br /&gt;As I have traveled around the country these past twelve months, what I sensed in my heart has been confirmed – America is embracing its LGBT sons and daughters with an acceptance and understanding as never before. On the campaign trail, a father of a gay son will ask about ending Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. A woman will ask why she can be discriminated against just because of who she is. Sometimes they wait furtively for the crowd to thin and then whisper their confidences in a soft voice and sometimes they stand up proudly at town meetings and want me to share my views on how I will help lead the change to assure that this country fulfills its promise to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what I have been telling voters across America. I am fully committed to the fair and equal treatment of LGBT Americans. For seven long years, the Bush Administration has tried to divide us - only seeing people who matter to them. It's been a government of the few, by the few, and for the few. And no community has been more invisible to this administration than the LGBT community.&lt;br /&gt;I will change that. The best evidence of what I will do as President is what I have already done.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of my record as First Lady, as a U.S. Senator and as a candidate for President in working toward the fair and equal treatment of LGBT Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;I am proud that as Chair of the Senate Democratic Steering and Outreach Committee in 2006, I worked closely with LBGT community to develop a smart strategy that defeated the Federal Marriage Amendment. I am proud of fighting the FMA as divisive wedge politics at its worst. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· I am proud to be a co-sponsor of the Employment Non-Discrimination Act, the Matthew Shepard Local Law Enforcement Hate Crimes Prevention Act, and the Domestic Partnership Benefits and Obligation Act which would grant the same benefits (including health insurance) to domestic partners of federal employees that are currently offered to employees’ legal spouses. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· I am proud to have authored the Early Treatment for HIV Act, which expands access to vital treatment options for low-income individuals living with HIV, and fought to fully fund the Ryan White CARE Act. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· I am proud that I hired a National Director of LGBT Outreach within a month of announcing my candidacy for President and to have openly gay and lesbian staffers serving at all levels of my campaign. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· I am proud to have a National LGBT Steering Committee of over 130 that includes openly LGBT elected officials, Board members and opinion leaders on issues ranging from transgender rights, to HIV/AIDS, to “Don’t Ask Don’t Tell”. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· I am proud to have marched in Gay Pride parades as both First Lady and as Senator and to have spoken in front of so many LGBT audiences ranging from the Human Rights Campaign, Empire State Pride Agenda, the Hetrick Martin Institute, PFLAG (Parents, Families, and Friends of Lesbians and Gays), GMHC (Gay Men’s Health Crisis), and the American Foundation for AIDS Research. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· I am proud to have fought Republican efforts to demonize and marginalize the LGBT community, and I will continue to do that as President. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much work to do. When I am President, we will work together to make sure that all Americans in committed relationships have equal benefits and that nothing stands in the way of loving couples who want to adopt children in need. We're going to expand our federal hate crimes legislation and pass the Employment Non-Discrimination Act and assure that they are both fully inclusive of all people. And finally, we will put an end to the failed policy of Don't Ask, Don't Tell. Courage, honor, patriotism and sacrifice – the traits that define our men and women in uniform – have nothing to do with sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;My father was a conservative Republican, who held very traditional views for much of his life. Yet in his last years, it was a gay couple who lived next door who provided much of the compassion and comfort he and my mother needed as he grew ill. And it was that same neighbor who held his hand as he died. If my father can move, America can move.&lt;br /&gt;To each and every LGBT American, I say this. You have done so much to help this country understand your lives by simply being open and honest about who you are and living your lives with dignity. Thank you for your courage. It is time that we recognize your hard work. I know that this country is ready for changes in the law that reflect the evolution in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;America deserves a President who appeals to the best in each of us, not the worst; a President who values and respects all Americans and treats all Americans equally no matter who they are or who they love. I want to be that President. I want to be your President.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-4128892055526651327?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4128892055526651327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=4128892055526651327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/4128892055526651327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/4128892055526651327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-if-i-needed-another-reason-to-vote.html' title='As if I needed another reason to vote for her...'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-3156900894325845223.post-4996244840171035071</id><published>2008-02-04T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:07.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Programming Note:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6eB3KV2cxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xrbDLNwZMxA/s1600-h/townhall_header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163238282472354578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6eB3KV2cxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xrbDLNwZMxA/s400/townhall_header.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6eBuaV2cwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DrvTjpy_m_U/s1600-h/townhall_header.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everybody be sure to tune in to Hillary Clinton’s &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Voices Across America National Town Hall Meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tonight at 9 p.m. EST. on the Hallmark Channel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3156900894325845223-4996244840171035071?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4996244840171035071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=4996244840171035071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/4996244840171035071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/4996244840171035071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/02/programming-note.html' title='A Programming Note:'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6eB3KV2cxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xrbDLNwZMxA/s72-c/townhall_header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-7364909273128921785</id><published>2008-02-04T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:08.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6c1sKV2cvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/X3ubK8kLcfY/s1600-h/gloomy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163154530610082546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6c1sKV2cvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/X3ubK8kLcfY/s320/gloomy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I'm not down at all. I feel pretty good. It is however very gloomy out side here today... and WARM! Is it just me or is the weather really Jacked up lately?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost 60 degrees today,&lt;br /&gt;Flood watch Tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow this Wednesday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tornado last week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let's not forget the 8 inches of snow we DIDN"T get last Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywho... enough about all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did ya'll watch the game last night? HA, HA, HA... SUCK IT BRADY! That was Fabulous! Congratulations to Eli and the Giants. Jordan Sparks did a good job on the National Anthem. Tom Petty sucked at Halftime and the commercials were hit or miss for me. I think my favorites were the Pepsi Maxx commercial and the Coke commercials with the Giant Macy's parade balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the big question was "Where was Paula Abdul?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had heard she would be performing!?! Perez Hilton has a video of the performance, But I sure as hell didn't see it anywhere during the game last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Well, I guess without seeing it, we can retain our fond memories of a performing Paula from years past... Overweight singing Vibology on the MTV music video awards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about all I got for you people today. Sorry if it all seems a little light and frivolous. For anybody checking in to find a bit more sustenance and words of wisdom, I leave you with the following quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where ever you go, There you are" - Bernice Clifton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good week everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-7364909273128921785?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7364909273128921785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=7364909273128921785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/7364909273128921785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/7364909273128921785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/02/rainy-days-and-mondays-always-get-me.html' title='Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down...'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6c1sKV2cvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/X3ubK8kLcfY/s72-c/gloomy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-832247943838117925</id><published>2008-02-01T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:08.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pussy Hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6M-iaV2cuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_MXp-nZsT8U/s1600-h/kittyblack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162038358804165346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6M-iaV2cuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_MXp-nZsT8U/s320/kittyblack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came across this website in my Instinct Magazine this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I ask you, Is this really Necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's bad enough that we have to embarrass our pets with stupid sweaters and other silly costumes but now somebody has taken that idea to a whole new level with Kitty Wigs! If I was a cat and somebody tried to put one of those things on me, You can bet your clean sheets that there would be a pile of kitty poo in your bed when you went to sleep that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For anybody with a kitty willing to take that chance, you can order your very own kitty wig here: &lt;a href="http://kittywigs.com/wigindex.html"&gt;http://kittywigs.com/wigindex.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6M9dqV2ctI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cLM_-iCmr5M/s1600-h/Pinkkitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162037177688158930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6M9dqV2ctI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cLM_-iCmr5M/s320/Pinkkitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162037078903911106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6M9X6V2csI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ijgGBfwlgIQ/s320/kittywig.jpg" border="0" /&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/3156900894325845223-832247943838117925?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/832247943838117925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=832247943838117925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/832247943838117925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/832247943838117925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/02/pussy-hair.html' title='Pussy Hair...'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6M-iaV2cuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_MXp-nZsT8U/s72-c/kittyblack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-4508383470030862594</id><published>2008-01-31T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:09.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there were two...</title><content type='html'>John Edwards has left the building.&lt;br /&gt;With that news it becomes all but certain that for the first time in American History a woman or a black man will indeed be a major party candidate for President of the United States of America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are exciting times people! I couldn't be more proud of my Democratic party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman and a black man as the Democratic nominee does more than just make us look progressive, it opens up a national dialogue to discuss a few topics that for the most part we won't discuss or haven't had any reason to discuss. My mother pretty much summed up this discussion in one conversation. Mother is a typical Midwestern, white woman, independent who leans left when voting. Her statement was this, "I like Hillary but I'm not sure I would feel safe with a woman in charge and I like Obama but I think his wife is too uppity to be First Lady (her words, not mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she have a point? Does the rest of Middle America think like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing Obama's website the other day and came across this button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6IhuKV2cqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9RR8nLHCSBw/s1600-h/Firstfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161725199853712034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6IhuKV2cqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9RR8nLHCSBw/s320/Firstfam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have color television and I am well aware of the fact that Barack Obama is a Black Man, but I have to confess that after seeing this image of a young black family with the title of America's First Family, My core was rattled for a brief second. The only things close to resembling a First Family in that picture (from what I grew up knowing) are the pearls around Michelle's neck and her hairdo. Is this an image that you think America can accept and get use to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the ticket there is the discussion of whether or not a Woman can be commander in chief and leader of the free world. My first line of thinking is, Sure. She will surround herself with knowledge Generals &amp;amp; advisors (all male) so she would be well advised when making any kind military decisions. But what if they are Women Generals? Would I still feel as confident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6IUoKV2cpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/f0Y9PPUpqtk/s1600-h/Senator.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6Ih06V2crI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lD8uzDskDvU/s1600-h/hilltroops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161725315817829042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6Ih06V2crI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lD8uzDskDvU/s320/hilltroops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it deep planted seeds of racism and sexism (no matter how subtle) that makes us ask these questions or is it the fact that we have never had a woman or black man in this position before to prove to us that it is, in fact, possible. It's not like all white men have been good presidents. (I'm looking at you G.W.B.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure. But what I do know for sure is this, Sexism, Racism, or uncertainty be damned. When the day comes this November and I find myself in the voting booth, I will proudly cast my vote for either the first Woman or first African American ever and in doing so, play a small part in making history while slowly erasing the prejudices’ of our past history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3156900894325845223-4508383470030862594?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4508383470030862594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=4508383470030862594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/4508383470030862594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/4508383470030862594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-then-there-were-two.html' title='And then there were two...'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R6IhuKV2cqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9RR8nLHCSBw/s72-c/Firstfam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-1980634978767361216</id><published>2008-01-28T16:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T17:13:42.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I please have the 5 minutes back that it took me to read this worthless piece of journalism?</title><content type='html'>Source: CNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;journalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link: Huckabee challenges Romney over fried chicken" href="http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2008/01/28/huckabee-challenges-romney-over-fried-chicken/" rel="bookmark"&gt;Huckabee challenges Romney over fried chicken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted: 09:01 AM ET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romney stopped in at a KFC over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;PENSACOLA, Florida (CNN) – Mitt Romney's failure to eat fried chicken with the skin on is nothing short of blasphemy here in the South, according to GOP rival Mike Huckabee.&lt;br /&gt;Romney, of Massachusetts, dug into a piece fried chicken at KFC while campaigning in Lutz, Florida on Saturday, but not before peeling off what most would consider the best part — the crispy skin.&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, KFC's chicken doesn't exactly stack up against the delectable kind that comes out of deep fryers in kitchens around the South, and Romney said he was looking for the healthiest option available to him for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Huckabee, looking ahead to a flotilla of southern states up for grabs on Super Tuesday, was told about the move by a reporter here in the Florida panhandle.&lt;br /&gt;"I can tell you this," he said, "any Southerner knows if you don’t eat the skin don’t bother calling it fried chicken."&lt;br /&gt;"So that's good. I'm glad that he did that, because that means I'm going to win Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee, Arkansas, Oklahoma … all these great Southern states that understand the best part of fried chicken is the skin, if you're going to eat it that way."&lt;br /&gt;Huckabee admitted that he hasn't eaten fried chicken in a while because of his weight loss program, preferring it broiled or baked instead.&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of possible gaffes, a good Southerner might also dispute one of Huckabee's claims: since when is Oklahoma "a great southern state"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-1980634978767361216?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1980634978767361216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=1980634978767361216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/1980634978767361216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/1980634978767361216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-i-please-the-5-minutes-back-that-it.html' title='Can I please have the 5 minutes back that it took me to read this worthless piece of journalism?'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-3156900894325845223.post-2410184234009866796</id><published>2008-01-25T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:09.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atta Girl! - of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5oNL6V2ciI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6mqDvUrHjHg/s1600-h/nelly.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159450821396951586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5oNL6V2ciI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6mqDvUrHjHg/s320/nelly.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alison Arngrim - AKA Nellie Olson!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stumbled across an article about Alison earlier this week and since nobody else really made any news this week, why not give the award to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nellie Olson was the original "&lt;strong&gt;Mean Girl&lt;/strong&gt;" as she made life for Laura Ingalls and the entire town of Walnut Grove a living Hell! Each week we couldn't wait to see what kind of terror she would unleash and whether it was blackmailing Laura to be her slave over a stolen music box or convincing the townsfolk that Bunny the horse had kicked her and therefore the horse needed to be "put down" just to piss off Laura, She made life on the Prairie Must See TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159450928771134002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5oNSKV2cjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KE98vXP05ug/s320/Alison1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After "Little House" Alison became a tireless activist for AIDS awareness and education after the untimely death of her Little House costar, Steve Tracy (Percival) in 1986.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alison is an icon in the Gay community and is currently touring the country with her one woman stand up act "Confessions of a Prairie Bitch" the show can be seen at venues across the country ranging from the Vancouver Gay Men’s Chorus in February to a prison guard's convention in Las Vegas. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5oNYqV2ckI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nZfsIjnGFIQ/s1600-h/Nelli+Whorhall.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159451040440283714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5oNYqV2ckI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nZfsIjnGFIQ/s320/Nelli+Whorhall.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-2410184234009866796?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2410184234009866796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=2410184234009866796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/2410184234009866796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/2410184234009866796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/01/atta-girl-of-week_25.html' title='Atta Girl! - of the Week'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5oNL6V2ciI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6mqDvUrHjHg/s72-c/nelly.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-4004369003060599865</id><published>2008-01-24T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:09.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5jl3aV2chI/AAAAAAAAAIc/t11YZeAf5Z4/s1600-h/Barack.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159126113279439378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5jl3aV2chI/AAAAAAAAAIc/t11YZeAf5Z4/s320/Barack.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A coworker of mine just sent me this picture accompanied by the following text:&lt;br /&gt;"Senator Barack Obama, Governor Bill Richardson, Senator Hillary Clinton and Ruth Harkin stand during the national anthem.Barack Hussein Obama's photo (that's his real name)......the article said he REFUSED TO NOT ONLY PUT HIS HAND ON HIS HEART DURING THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE, BUT REFUSED TO SAY THE PLEDGE.....how in the hell can a man like this expect to be our next Commander-in-Chief"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I responded with the following text:&lt;br /&gt;"With 47 million American’s without health insurance, Illegals crossing the boarder every day, 4000 dead American’s in Iraq, gasoline at $3 dollars a gallon and an economy in recession, I sleep well knowing that he/she has a firm grasp of the REAL issues of this election like whether or not a black man with the middle name Hussein puts his hand over his heart during the Pledge of Allegiance."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously People!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It astounds me that some people think the only qualification one needs to be Commander in Chief is the ability to put your hand over your heart and recite the Pledge of Allegiance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-4004369003060599865?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4004369003060599865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=4004369003060599865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/4004369003060599865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/4004369003060599865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/01/idiots.html' title='Bigger Issues'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5jl3aV2chI/AAAAAAAAAIc/t11YZeAf5Z4/s72-c/Barack.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-8081041400467728952</id><published>2008-01-23T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:09.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God, Save me from your Followers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5eGwqV2cfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iWesbZN9QcM/s1600-h/Crap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158740068733972978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5eGwqV2cfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iWesbZN9QcM/s400/Crap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following is an actual Press Release from the Reverend Fred Phelps and the Westboro Baptist Ministry regarding the untimely death and funeral of Heath Ledger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discuss amongst yourselves and click &lt;a href="http://www.westborobaptistchurch.com/contact.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you would like to send a message to the Rev. Fred regarding his little note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5eIx6V2cgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BU3MvljE7jY/s1600-h/God+Loves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158742289232065026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5eIx6V2cgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BU3MvljE7jY/s400/God+Loves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-8081041400467728952?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8081041400467728952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=8081041400467728952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8081041400467728952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8081041400467728952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-god-save-me-from-your-followers.html' title='Dear God, Save me from your Followers'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5eGwqV2cfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iWesbZN9QcM/s72-c/Crap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-8353497393797240373</id><published>2008-01-22T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:10.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>I saw the other day where Lorenzo Lamas turned 50 years old. Damn he's old! But he still looks pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5YZR_lzFjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pG2A8j80MTk/s1600-h/Lorenzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158338220117923378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5YZR_lzFjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pG2A8j80MTk/s200/Lorenzo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can remember as a young boy having the biggest crush on him when my mom and I would watch Falcon Crest on CBS Friday nights. I just thought he was the most beautiful man in the world as he strutted around Jane Wyman's pool wearing nothing but a yellow speedo. (swooon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorenzo was just one of many of my childhood crushes from television shows of the 80's so after seeing his picture the other day it got me thinking about some of the other TV crushes of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big one for me was Jeff Colby (John James) from Dynasty, and later the the spin-off the Colbys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5YZLPlzFiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hyr27KFsTcc/s1600-h/Jeff+Colby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158338104153806370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5YZLPlzFiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hyr27KFsTcc/s200/Jeff+Colby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a picture of him recently and he really hasn't aged all that well. But back then, I would have taken down Fallon (both Pamela Sue Martin &amp;amp; Emma Samms) for a chance that he might marry me one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; crush of mine was Tyler (Tommy Puett) from Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158341703336400514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5YccvlzFoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OaanbxYfV98/s200/Tyler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His entire look reeked of the 80's and he couldn't have been more Hot with his blond mullet, rolled pants and white hightops! I remember his character being kind of an ass on the show but when you look like that, Who cares? For some reason later in the series his character vanished and Chad Lowe was brought in to play Becca Thatcher's love interest. God I loved that Show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... Moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I can barley remember the show, it would be hard to ever forget Jon-Erik Hexum who played Phineas Bogg on the short lived series "Voyager".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5YZlPlzFlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J-pmrpIGA4I/s1600-h/Voyager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158338550830405202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5YZlPlzFlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J-pmrpIGA4I/s200/Voyager.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As best I can remember, his character was from the past and he met up with some homely little kid from the present and they traveled through time to solve a mystery or save the world or something. In trying to find a picture of him, I discovered that he's already dead... Killed himself by holding a gun to his head and firing off a blank that fractured his skull... so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brother was a HUGE fan of the show CHiP's but I couldn't be bothered with it... that was until they brought on Bruce Penhall to play the roll of Cadet Bruce Nelson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5YZxflzFnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ftlDPx-ZPa4/s1600-h/Bruce+Penhall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158338761283802738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5YZxflzFnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ftlDPx-ZPa4/s200/Bruce+Penhall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadet Bruce was the younger brother (or cousin) of Larry Wilcox's character. He was some kind of officer in training and famous for his motorcycle skills.... or something. It didn't matter. Cadet Bruce made this show an instant favorite for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, there was Ricky Schroder *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5YZsvlzFmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dBrEWJPN2mU/s1600-h/schroder8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158338679679424098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5YZsvlzFmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dBrEWJPN2mU/s200/schroder8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Fascinated by him... I'm pretty sure that I wanted to &lt;strong&gt;BE&lt;/strong&gt; him rather than &lt;strong&gt;BE WITH&lt;/strong&gt; him. He was everything I wanted to be; cute, blond, rich and a killer dresser. Not to mention, his dad owned a Toy factory! My Dad worked for the Co-op at the time so we were more likely to have a tractor in front yard rather than a train running through the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from Ricky, Most of these people have vanished from the public light and I couldn't tell you what they are really doing today. (except for poor Jon Hexum) I suppose, when the beauty fades, so does the career. But I will always have my memories of them and thanks to Nick-at-Nite and TV Land, maybe a quick glimpse every once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-8353497393797240373?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8353497393797240373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=8353497393797240373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8353497393797240373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8353497393797240373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/01/crush.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5YZR_lzFjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pG2A8j80MTk/s72-c/Lorenzo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-397571652925669451</id><published>2008-01-18T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:10.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atta Girl! - of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5Dt-vlzFeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/c0bwTpMwZIE/s1600-h/dolly+laugh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156883235521893858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5Dt-vlzFeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/c0bwTpMwZIE/s320/dolly+laugh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weeks Atta Girl goes to none other than Miss Dolly Parton who tomorrow will turn 62 years old! (at least the original parts of her will anyway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At age 62, Dolly shows no signs of slowing down anytime soon with the new album "Backwoods Barbie" due out next month and a musical stage version of her movie 9 to 5 (penned by Dolly no less) due to make it's stage debut later this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone once asked Dolly what she hoped people would say about her in 100 years and her response was "I hope they say Damn she looks good for her age!" Right on Dolly. Right on! At age 62, you've never looked better!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5DuFflzFfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2dzJjJ2KAKE/s1600-h/dolly+shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156883351486010866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5DuFflzFfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2dzJjJ2KAKE/s320/dolly+shadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-397571652925669451?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/397571652925669451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=397571652925669451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/397571652925669451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/397571652925669451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/01/atta-girl-of-week_18.html' title='Atta Girl! - of the Week'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R5Dt-vlzFeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/c0bwTpMwZIE/s72-c/dolly+laugh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-6507337063740768282</id><published>2008-01-17T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:11.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Not so) Forced Entry</title><content type='html'>A long time ago, there was an episode of Designing Women where the Sugarbakers had to redecorate the home of an older lady that had recently passed away. Upon entering her house for the first time the Sugarbaker clan was perplexed by the strange and unusual items they found. Having not known a thing about the dead woman, they simply drew the conclusion that she must have been some Crazy old lady that lived alone with her cat. Later, they met the man who checked in regularly on the elder lady and after a quick explanation of the strange surroundings, Every thing that was once a mystery to them now made perfect sense. This experience made the ladies ask the question: If you suddenly died today and somebody had to go into your home to clean it out, What would they find. What in your home right now makes perfect sense to you but might lead an unknowing observer to believe you were one ticket shy of the crazy train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That particular episode came to mind last night when i got home... Let me back up a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I came home to find a note on my door stating that the building management would be entering random apartments on Wednesday to inspect for dust and lead levels as they are considering whether or not to update the kitchens and bathrooms. If they decided to inspect your particular apartment, a note would be left on your door. Please secure your pets and what have you... blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I get home and there is no note on my door... Cool.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night, i get home and there is a note on my door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for allowing us to enter your apartment today. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Management.&lt;br /&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;Oh Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did i leave laying out? I didn't make the bed this morning! Lord, please tell me I threw my underwear in the hamper this morning and didn't leave them laying on the bathroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted I didn't have anything so bad as a sling hanging from the ceiling or any adult toys beside the bed. ( I don't own either in case you were curious) but... there &lt;em&gt;might have been&lt;/em&gt; a "grown up" DVD (or 2) on top of the DVD player. And if they looked inside the bathroom closet they &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; have found a garland bedazzled black velvet dress along with a size 14 pink prom dress and a huge blond wig hanging on the door hook and if they chose to look at the pictures stuck on my refrigerator they would find a bevy of captured moments of me and my friends in costumes and dresses over the past couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the bright side of all of this I now realize, if I suddenly died today and somebody had to enter my home to clean it out I am pretty certain that they wouldn't think I was a crazy person living alone with a cat. But I'm pretty damn sure they would think I was a drag queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R4-tA_lzFdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLHHSQtBudQ/s1600-h/designingwomencouchscene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156530330944083410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R4-tA_lzFdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLHHSQtBudQ/s320/designingwomencouchscene.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/3156900894325845223-6507337063740768282?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6507337063740768282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=6507337063740768282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/6507337063740768282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/6507337063740768282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-so-forced-entry.html' title='(Not so) Forced Entry'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R4-tA_lzFdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLHHSQtBudQ/s72-c/designingwomencouchscene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-1984598907417297617</id><published>2008-01-16T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:15:33.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Trouble</title><content type='html'>So, I was watching the News last night and apparently, the FDA has now approved the sale and consumption of cloned meat! (with the exception of sheep (?)&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was "Hmmmm?"&lt;br /&gt;My second thought was, When did we get to this point?&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it just a few years ago that we cloned Dolly the Sheep?  Doesn't it always make the news when an animal is successfully cloned?  Apparently not because according to the news report, there are currently over 600 (known) cloned animals in existence in the United States&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!?!?&lt;br /&gt;They even interviewed a researched scientist who has been working on/with cloned animals for the past 10 years... 10 YEARS?&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that being able to clone a living creature is not news anymore... only whether or not we can eat them!&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's only a matter of time before a human being is successfully cloned (if it hasn't happened already) which begs the question... would you clone  yourself if you were able to?   I'm not sure myself. On one hand, it would be a fabulous resource for a new liver and lungs when my give out but on the other hand,      ,    on the other hand...  Wow. I can't think of a single  reason why i wouldn't clone myself.  Guess i'm feeling a little conceited this morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-1984598907417297617?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1984598907417297617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=1984598907417297617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/1984598907417297617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/1984598907417297617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/01/double-trouble.html' title='Double Trouble'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-3156900894325845223.post-8150345844296537300</id><published>2008-01-11T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:11.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atta Girl! - Of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R4e0IflzFZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ATy8PjuI1Ic/s1600-h/Hillary-Clinton-for-President.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154286356560811410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R4e0IflzFZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ATy8PjuI1Ic/s320/Hillary-Clinton-for-President.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl friend pulled off one of the biggest upsets in modern political history Tuesday when she defeated Barack Obama in the New Hampshire primary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I raise my glass and say: Atta Girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-8150345844296537300?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8150345844296537300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=8150345844296537300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8150345844296537300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8150345844296537300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/01/atta-girl-of-week.html' title='Atta Girl! - Of the Week'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R4e0IflzFZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ATy8PjuI1Ic/s72-c/Hillary-Clinton-for-President.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-8469505456529978699</id><published>2008-01-10T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:11.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blanche Endorses...</title><content type='html'>Hey Ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I haven't blogged in ages! The truth is, I have not done a good job at keeping up with this thing in the new year... My Bad! I'll try harder in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been going on? Not too much here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently listening to John Kerry endorse Barack Obama over on CNN.com (puke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked much (if any) about politics here on my blog because frankly, Fitness Nerd does a much better job of it over on his blog. So, if you'll allow me, let me give you my 2 cents on what i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love politics. I love it as a spectator sport. I love that because of the television writers strike, the 2008 Presidential campaign is pretty much the best reality show going right now, full of drama and suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a supporter of Hillary Clinton. I have been since it was rumored she might run for the presidency soon after she was elected to the Senate for the first time. I feel that she has the perfect mix of experience, strength, intelligence and compassion to pull this country out of the hole we've been digging ourselves backwards into for the past 7 years. She is the only choice for me. I love watching her in debates. I love watching her go toe to toe with a room full of men and coming out overwhelmingly as the smartest person on the stage. I love that when all of the other candidates are talking about the abstract issues of Hope and Change, she's talking about better screening of cargo ships entering our ports and the recent housing market crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I like the ideas of Hope and Change and all that Optimistic crap. Barack has gained a huge following with those themes and I can see why. Being an optimist myself, I want to believe that anything is possible and that Change can come and give rise to hope and that we'll all be better off one day because he is the candidate of change and blah blah blah...but eventually the Optimist in me has to give way to the realist and ask, "How are you going to do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal opinion at this point is that Barack would make an excellent Vice President. I like the guy a lot and wouldn't mind seeing him as my President someday... He's just not ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a month ago I would have told you that a white woman and a black man would have the same odds of making it as a donut in a weight watchers meeting, but after the events in Iowa and New Hampshire I'm beginning to think otherwise. Barack is a movement. He has been drawing people to his rallies (and more importantly to the polls) in droves. Record turnouts in both Iowa and New Hampshire out numbered Republican 2 to 1 in some places. Plus, he has done what John Kerry couldn't do in 2004. Get out the youth vote. I honestly believe that a Clinton-Oboma ticket could turn some long time red states, Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Republican party is pretty much on Life support this year and I don't think that all the Evangelical prayers in the world are going to help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Democrats, Our time is now. People are engaged in this in this election like never before. Record turnout at the polls along overwhelming ratings for a televised debate (on a Saturday night no less) are just the start. This is going to be an exciting and historic year so I encourage you all, get informed and get involved in the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/20/09 will be here before we know it and it is my hope that when that day comes, A woman will have crossed that bridge to the 21st centruy into the grand hall of that City on the hill and that Barbara Striesand will be singing one more time, "Happy Days are Here Again"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R4aDEflzFYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kqhzNBx8l64/s1600-h/Out+for+Hillary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153950936794862978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="141" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R4aDEflzFYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kqhzNBx8l64/s320/Out+for+Hillary.jpg" width="275" 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/3156900894325845223-8469505456529978699?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8469505456529978699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=8469505456529978699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8469505456529978699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8469505456529978699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/01/blanche-endorses.html' title='Blanche Endorses...'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R4aDEflzFYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kqhzNBx8l64/s72-c/Out+for+Hillary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-7000057601258492655</id><published>2008-01-07T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:11.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was going to quit smoking today but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was going to quit smoking today but I had too many cigarettes left at the end of last night to just Throw Away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to quit smoking today but it's a beautiful warm day and nothing beats a smoke break to go outside and enjoy the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to quit smoking today but when I woke up this morning I didn't know what to do with the time originally reserved for smoking a cigarette and watching the morning news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to quit smoking today but the truth of the matter is I just wasn't ready to. I have a brand new box of of extra strength patches on the counter at home and the name of a Doctor who will prescribe me the Medication needed, but I just didn't feel like quiting today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth is, I enjoy smoking. There is nothing more enjoyable to me than a cup of coffee, a glass of wine, or a cold beer, all accompanied by a nice relaxing smoke. And don't get me started on the enjoyment of a cigarette after a bloat inducing meal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that smoking is one of the most unhealthy things a person can do to themselves yet despite that, the small pleasures seem to outweigh the long term risk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I spent somewhere in the neighborhood of $1700 dollars on cigarettes in the year 2007 but that point seems irrelevant when you can get such a "good deal" by buying the 3 pack special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have every intention of trying to kick this monster one more time but with the Mean Girls Biggest Looser and a handful of other resolutions I've made to myself, there's only so much self improvement I can focus on at once!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for now, I"m still smoking. Someday (within this month) I will again, pick a date and attempt to slay this beast that has such control over my life.   God Willing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to quit smoking today but I just wanted a damn cigarette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R4J_hvlzFXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DXQZm6lbME0/s1600-h/smoking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152821141352682866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="226" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R4J_hvlzFXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DXQZm6lbME0/s320/smoking.bmp" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-7000057601258492655?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7000057601258492655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=7000057601258492655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/7000057601258492655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/7000057601258492655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-going-to-quit-smoking-today-but.html' title='I was going to quit smoking today but...'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R4J_hvlzFXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DXQZm6lbME0/s72-c/smoking.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-714656448625833220</id><published>2008-01-03T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:15:12.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 is Here!</title><content type='html'>Wow... where do I even start?&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'll start off by apologizing to everyone who has been checking back to my blog only to find Julia Carson's face staring at them each time (may God rest her soul). I took some much needed time away and now I'm back. I feel recharged and rejuvenated and I realize how much I actually miss coming to work. I like the routine, the hustle, the drama and the unexpected surprises that come with a full days work.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that it's 2008 already? it seems like only last year we were ringing in the new millennium and stocking up on our Y2K rations and here it is 8 years later already! I like the New Year. I like that it somehow feels like a fresh start. A chance to start over or at the very least improve on what you started in the year before.&lt;br /&gt;This year, the Mean Girls are starting a "Biggest Looser" program and I'm excited about it. nothing motivates me more than a good ol' competition and with $50 on the line to the winner, I can't wait to get started!&lt;br /&gt;I also am going to try (again) to quit smoking. I have been a smoker since the age of 22 and have tried to quit numerous times. Will this finally be the year? I hope so! Check back here regularly for a progress report on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do we take from 2007?&lt;br /&gt;Well, It was a Fun year without a doubt. check out Romeo's blog for a re-cap of just some of the fun we had. Plus after searching for for a good couple of years, Fitness Nerd, Maestro and I finally found that magical 4th person that had long eluded us. I don't remember when it happened or where it happened but Romeo one day appeared and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;It was also exciting to watch the transformation of close friends this past year. We watched as Xena blossomed and found her way into the sisterhood of Sappho and even joined Dykes on Bikes for the Indy Pride Parade as if to say, I am Woman, Hear me Roar! (litteraly)&lt;br /&gt;We were witness to the continuing transformation of Mom. Once a quiet and meek soul that would rather bite her lip till it bled than say anything that might offend someone, she somewhere along the way found her voice and is now the first person to call something for what it is. She has no problem getting in someones face when needed and she is often times the voice of reason in the sea of stupidity that we sometimes find ourselves in.&lt;br /&gt;And the Mean Girls themselves changed somewhat this year. Once fixated to the dark corners of social gathering, we stuck our heads out into the light this year and (painfully) met some new people and made a few new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with 2007 behind us it's time to look forward. 2008 promises to be a fun and exciting year.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Sylvia Brown on the Montell show the other day and she herself said that even numbered years are always better, and that the number 8 is the infinity number (???)&lt;br /&gt;anywho, There's all the usual annual events to look forward to, Pride, Birthdays, Chicago, Halloween, plus the addition of the Summer Olympics and a Presidential Election.&lt;br /&gt;Those big events are the best. but it's important to know that those events would mean nothing without the little moments found within them. Having your face painted side by side to the smell of Sloppy Joes, Eating Pie Hole Pizza on a stoop in Chicago at 2:00 in the morning or Trying to take one's picture on stage as your being flipped off. Don't ignore those little moments. They are what makes the ticket worth paying for, and the ride that much more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all of your Hopes and Resolutions come true this year!&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-714656448625833220?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/714656448625833220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=714656448625833220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/714656448625833220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/714656448625833220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-is-here.html' title='2008 is Here!'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-3156900894325845223.post-3966945422604654102</id><published>2007-12-21T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:11.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atta Girl! - of the Week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2wQXflzFUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xH03T6Pk4Sw/s1600-h/Julia+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146506469980706114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2wQXflzFUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xH03T6Pk4Sw/s320/Julia+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2wPvPlzFTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OXXtyVQyzEs/s1600-h/Julia+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Julia Carson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julia Carson lost her battle with lung cancer last Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was the first woman and first African American ever elected to congress from Indiana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was a tireless supporter of the poor and the minorities and gave the Indianapolis political scene a show that it will likely never see again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Known as much for her outrageous Hats, scarves and wigs as she was her politics she was always entertaining whether you agreed with her positions or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite their best efforts, the Republican Party could not defeat her. She would somehow manage to rally center township into showing up at the polls in numbers the republican party could only dream of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2wQd_lzFVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Q2b0AkMCZkM/s1600-h/crazyjulia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146506581649855826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2wQd_lzFVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Q2b0AkMCZkM/s320/crazyjulia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was always doing or saying something that was borderline crazy and the local media ate it up! (on a side note, i applaude the local media for the stories and tributes they ran following her death)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My philosophy has always been that her support by the people was due in large part to her willingness to "Show Up" whether it was a pancake breakfast at the first baptist church or a ribbon cutting ceremony at Sylvia's beauty shop. She put herself in places where she was accessible to her constituency. She also is the highest ranking elected official to ever participate in the Indianapolis Gay Pride parade back in 2006. You Go Gurl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146506744858613090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2wQnflzFWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Lft_YU2RInU/s320/Wax+Julia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Considered a Saint by some and Satan by others she always stood up for those whom she felt needed a voice. The black, the gay, the poor, the Jews and the elderly all consider her a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure that Heaven is a lovely place and that God treats everybody with love and respect. But imagine if you can if God accidentally forgot about somebody one day and the visit he would soon be paid by Ms. Julia Carson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-3966945422604654102?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3966945422604654102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=3966945422604654102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/3966945422604654102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/3966945422604654102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2007/12/atta-girl-of-week_21.html' title='Atta Girl! - of the Week.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2wQXflzFUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xH03T6Pk4Sw/s72-c/Julia+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-4438613854589544640</id><published>2007-12-20T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:12.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Drummer Boy...</title><content type='html'>I was just out at the smoking lounge (aka - the loading dock at the south end of the building) and i overheard a gentleman &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;discussing&lt;/span&gt; the electric guitar he bought his 7 year old son for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; memory long, long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture it: French Lick, 19 early 80 something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother (who is 2 1/2 years older than me) unwrap our presents to find a brand new toy drum for each of us. They were pretty with red sparkly paint on the sides, gold accents and crisp papery white material making up the drum head. They were the best gifts in world until we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opened&lt;/span&gt; the next gifts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, The follow Saturday morning brother and i were up early around 7:00 am and decided we were going to be Peter Chris from the Rock Band KISS and play our drums as such. We beat and we banged with all our might not giving a care in the world to the fact that mother was asleep in the room across the hall from ours. When suddenly, our bedroom door flung open and there stood mother! Nightgown, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beadhead&lt;/span&gt; and eyes half open, she grabbed one of the drumsticks and proceeded to punch holes into each of the papery white drum heads! (picture Joan Crawford with her wire hanger) Then without a word, she turned around and went back to bed. Brother and i were left staring at each other and our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;punctured&lt;/span&gt; paper drum heads not sure what had just happened. Needless to say, that was the last time we ever got a drum for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i grow older and work 40+ hours a week while not getting near enough sleep,  I can appreciate and even laugh (now) at mothers reaction however, i can't help but wonder what i might be had i had a drum to practice on when i was younger... The next Phil Collins perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to the boy getting the electric guitar on Christmas morning, Enjoy it while you have it and if you like to play it real early in the morning... It's not your fault that it's lost when one day you can't seem to remember where you left it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2qwxvlzFSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_fJK9L8dEbE/s1600-h/Drum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146119892859295010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2qwxvlzFSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_fJK9L8dEbE/s320/Drum.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/3156900894325845223-4438613854589544640?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4438613854589544640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=4438613854589544640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/4438613854589544640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/4438613854589544640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-drummer-boy.html' title='The Little Drummer Boy...'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2qwxvlzFSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_fJK9L8dEbE/s72-c/Drum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-7564546252876985521</id><published>2007-12-20T08:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:12.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the Press!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2qFv_lzFQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/L0S2AhVZv-s/s1600-h/headlines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146072583794529538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2qFv_lzFQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/L0S2AhVZv-s/s320/headlines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was flipping through the channels and paused on PBS just long enough to become interested in something. It was a news program of some sort and they were doing a story on an upcoming FCC vote to loosen media ownership laws. More specifically, this new rule will allow publishing companies to now be able to purchase broadcasting companies within the same market. Put simply, One person could control every local news source you have access to. Imagine if you were a Liberal and that person was Ann Coulter or if you are a Conservative and that person was Al Franken. The thought of Ann Coulter ruling over me made me shudder so I continued to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program focused on a member of the FCC (Martin I think was his last name) who traveled around the country to conduct public hearings in different cities to gauge citizens response to this proposal. The response was overwhelmingly NOT in favor of the proposal. Yet despite the outcry the FCC moved forward with it's plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this made me think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of a Big Deal isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't a monopoly of the News basically the same as Communism?&lt;br /&gt;Why is nobody talking about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was relieved this morning when I had message in my inbox from Moveon.org. Now I don't endorse everything that Move on stands for and I sometimes feel they are a little too radical but when they asked me sign an on line petition to reverse the FCC decision, i clicked without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conservative News or Liberal News? Whatever your preference is, you have the choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They each provide the service of giving us the Other side of the story whether we agree with it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel the same as I do about this topic you can click &lt;a href="http://www.civic.moveon.org/mediaconsolidation/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and sign the on-line petition. If you don't feel the same and want another side of the story, there is always another outlet or source for you to get the other side of the story from... For now anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For more on this story from someone smarter than me, click &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/now/politics/fccchanges.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/3156900894325845223-7564546252876985521?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7564546252876985521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=7564546252876985521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/7564546252876985521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/7564546252876985521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2007/12/stop-press.html' title='Stop the Press!'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2qFv_lzFQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/L0S2AhVZv-s/s72-c/headlines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-749900218762026012</id><published>2007-12-18T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:00:03.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Ramblings</title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday Already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 60&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Mother Blanche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all survived the Snow storm over the weekend (at least i think my friends survived anyway... all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; blogs have been updated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Carson lost her battle with lung cancer over the weekend. I'll talk more about her later in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Maestro is knitting and baking cookies for children has really rocked my core belief system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to Christmas Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BD&lt;/span&gt; is taking us all out to dinner tonight! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary Clinton rose from 39% to 45% in the latest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;USAToday&lt;/span&gt; Poll - You Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gurl&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to Fred Thompson?  Is he still running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mean Gurls! - The Holiday Dom just arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-749900218762026012?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/749900218762026012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=749900218762026012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/749900218762026012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/749900218762026012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2007/12/tuesday-ramblings.html' title='Tuesday Ramblings'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-3156900894325845223.post-5706696953872790091</id><published>2007-12-14T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:12.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Wicked This way Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There's a Snow Storm heading our way! We're All Doomed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really but that is the way some people are caring on. Somebody posted on the IndyStar message board that this is Gods way of punishing us because we are a Red State so I guess the storm has now reached biblical proportions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depending on who you listen to, we are expecting anywhere from 3 to 10 inches which leads me to believe that nobody really knows. This Map justifies that theory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2LhgPlzFOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ex677o0rNxQ/s1600-h/snow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143921668467660002" style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="190" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2LhgPlzFOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ex677o0rNxQ/s320/snow.bmp" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Gurls and I are planning on hitting yet another holiday party tomorrow night so a pile of snow on the ground should make that interesting. (note to gurls: wear good sock in case we are expected to leave shoes at the door)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the Snow. It's pretty when it falls and for some reason always seems to bring out the 3rd grader in me. That is until I have to get out and drive in it along with all the other lunatics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for now. Everybody be careful out there this weekend. I'm off to stock up on my bread, milk and Eggs!&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/3156900894325845223-5706696953872790091?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5706696953872790091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=5706696953872790091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/5706696953872790091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/5706696953872790091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2007/12/something-wicked-this-way-comes.html' title='Something Wicked This way Comes'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2LhgPlzFOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ex677o0rNxQ/s72-c/snow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-8744050557013623371</id><published>2007-12-14T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:12.985-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atta Girl'/><title type='text'>Atta Girl! - of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Adessah Reed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2KlgbQ-HZI/AAAAAAAAADo/XrQ0bCFxFfc/s1600-h/Adessah+Reed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143855700903861650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2KlgbQ-HZI/AAAAAAAAADo/XrQ0bCFxFfc/s320/Adessah+Reed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For her ability to turn this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2Klp7Q-HaI/AAAAAAAAADw/AkPNOp56OsY/s1600-h/Before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143855864112618914" style="CURSOR: hand" height="289" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2Klp7Q-HaI/AAAAAAAAADw/AkPNOp56OsY/s320/Before.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into This:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2KmfrQ-HcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/p0cikeGsvyU/s1600-h/after1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143856787530587586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2KmfrQ-HcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/p0cikeGsvyU/s320/after1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-8744050557013623371?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8744050557013623371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=8744050557013623371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8744050557013623371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8744050557013623371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2007/12/atta-girl-of-week.html' title='Atta Girl! - of the Week'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2KlgbQ-HZI/AAAAAAAAADo/XrQ0bCFxFfc/s72-c/Adessah+Reed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-6657318685468070824</id><published>2007-12-14T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:40:56.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from Dolly Clause!</title><content type='html'>Seriously Gurl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dollypartonmusic.net/site.php?content=splash"&gt;http://www.dollypartonmusic.net/site.php?content=splash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-6657318685468070824?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6657318685468070824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=6657318685468070824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/6657318685468070824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/6657318685468070824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-from-dolly-clause.html' title='Merry Christmas from Dolly Clause!'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-3156900894325845223.post-912089847812211377</id><published>2007-12-13T12:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:04:09.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to talk about</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to talk about today so I'm just going to ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolly Parton is going on Tour!  Whoo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://dollypartonmusic.net/"&gt;http://dollypartonmusic.net&lt;/a&gt; to see if she's coming to a city near you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesbian here in the office just notified me that Jodie Foster came out of the closet.&lt;br /&gt;I guess lesbians are a little slow when it comes to pop culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Globe nominations came out today and for some reason, I don't care this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a chance of 3 - 6 inches of snow over the weekend.  I wonder if my friends would be interested in going sleigh riding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congress voted to extend the retirement age of airline pilots to 65.&lt;br /&gt;Old people can't drive cars, let alone, fly planes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss "Dancing with the Stars" (but not Marie Osmond)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna is being inducted into the Rock &amp;amp; Roll Hall of Fame... Really ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who in the Hell is Romeo so angry with in his Blog &lt;a href="http://postingofthepic.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://postingofthepic.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; today???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me Tuesday night that they had read my blog. up until that point I was certain that only 5 people were reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly:&lt;br /&gt;I have no strong candidates for "Atta Girl! - of the week" tomorrow... Any Suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-912089847812211377?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/912089847812211377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=912089847812211377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/912089847812211377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/912089847812211377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2007/12/nothing-to-talk-about.html' title='Nothing to talk about'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-3156900894325845223.post-6577439959988224431</id><published>2007-12-12T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:13.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the Make-up... A Drag Queen Expose`</title><content type='html'>Ok... One more post about Sunday night and I'll quit talking about Drag Queens otherwise, some random reader to this sight might think it's a sight devoted entirely to Drag Queens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take a moment and report on the events and observations that I witnessed first hand "Behind the Scenes" of a drag show. Romeo touched on the topic a little recently in his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag queens in general are labeled as being catty, bitchy and very self absorbed and they generally wear that label proudly accompanied by quick wit and stinging one liners. However, take them out of the spot light and away from an audience and an entirely different specie evolves. One that is helpful, giving, and not the least bit concerned of any outward appearances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this was evident as soon as I arrived before the show Sunday night only to find local train wreck and sub-par performer LaDonna sitting at a table as if she had made a point to arrive early to greet the performers as they entered the venue. She was eating her Sloppy Joe and demanding that we all share in the pint of strawberries she had brought along with her. (they free!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the time, service and products provided by Adessah &amp;amp; Naomi who took every bit of an hour (if not more) out of their evening to painstakingly practice their art form on Romeo and myself so that we could participate in the event. I don't know about Naomi but Adessah flat out volunteered and insisted to help me out, I didn't even have to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the act of Vickie St. James that has stuck with me since Sunday and inspired this posting. She came out of her dressing room and instructed LaDonna "Gurl! Throw away that wig and let me give you some of my old ones" She then gave her not 1 but 4 wigs (and wigs ain't cheap) and then proceeded to place each wig on LaDonna's head and style it for her. Say what you will about LaDonna but the look of gratitude and sheer happiness on her face at that moment almost made me cry had I not been crying already from the eyeliner pencil poking at my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the preshow festivities all 3 of the "professional" drag queens were working the dressing area asking if anybody needed help, complimenting costumes, fixing wigs (mine!) and giving away eyelash adhesive. One of them even gave away an outfit for one of the Bag Lady performers to use that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, say what you will about Drag Queens (and we've all said plenty) but Drag Queens are what give the gay community its color and sparkle. They give us stinging one liners to repeat. They give us something to make fun of and something to cheer loudly for. They give us hilarious toast to use over and over again and they give us a reason to travel two hours if for no other reason than to see _____ (insert favorite drag queen here). But most importantly, they give of their time, talents and tips. Whenever any cause needs to raise money for any reason ranging from AIDS research to a furnace for the Youth home who do they call on and who always shows up? Drag Queens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all of the Drag Queens everywhere on the behalf of many, I have one thing to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You and... You - Better - Work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2BO1PiZLuI/AAAAAAAAADg/cmQGRLPFLl4/s1600-h/Delicious!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143197451067928290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2BO1PiZLuI/AAAAAAAAADg/cmQGRLPFLl4/s320/Delicious!.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/3156900894325845223-6577439959988224431?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6577439959988224431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=6577439959988224431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/6577439959988224431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/6577439959988224431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2007/12/behind-make-up-drag-queen-expose.html' title='Behind the Make-up... A Drag Queen Expose`'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R2BO1PiZLuI/AAAAAAAAADg/cmQGRLPFLl4/s72-c/Delicious!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-6450347598158002195</id><published>2007-12-11T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:13.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Something Once in a While that Scares You.</title><content type='html'>The annual Pride Bag Lady Holiday Show has come and gone and I'm happy to report that Romeo and I survived... With our dignity intact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta tell ya though, I was scared shitless and chain smoking right up until the final moment before I walked out on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process started at 6:30 that night when i met my friend Adessah Reed. Adessah is a local drag queen in town who had graciously agreed to paint my face so that I wouldn't look like a man in a dress when i took the stage. This make-up process was pure agony! I've had dentist appointments with less discomfort than this required. At one point I had tears coming out of my eyes as Adessah ran the point of an eye pencil along the edge of my eyeball in order to fill in the eyeliner. As this was occurring, some random stranger was banging my wig from just ordinary flat hair to a quaff worthy of the red carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 minutes later and the preparations were complete, the face was painted, the hair was banged and the dress was slipped on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gasped and clutched my pearls when i saw my completed self in the mirror! Kitty Dusharme was born and she was stunning! I stood there for a good minute in disbelief of the image staring back at me (with her pearls clinched as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was no time to stare at myself in the mirror any longer! I was number 8 in the rotation and we were already at number 3 (ok... maybe just one more minute in the mirror...there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we're down to performer number 5, then 6, then 7, then, Up next... Kitty Dusharme!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I freeze? Would I fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think any longer about "would I", the music played and I started walking towards center stage. The spotlight hit, I lifted my chin and I jumped into it heels first! It wasn't perfect and at times it wasn't pretty but whatever it was, it wasn't God Awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was without a doubt one of the most terrifying things I have attempted in quite a while. That fear combined with a spot light, a live audience and whatever other forces were in the building that night led to an absolute feeling of being alive and in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Just like that, the song was over. My debut was done and the fear was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't Mt Everest or even the mini-marathon but it was a hurdle and it was something that I was afraid to try. But now that fear has been squashed and the hurdle has been cleared... and I did it all in a skirt and 3 1/2 inch heels no less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story is this; if there is something out there that you have always wanted to try don't let fear and what other people might think hold you back. Run that race, apply for that new job and ask that boy out on a date. you might wobble on your heels and you might even fall down but with enough guts and friends to put you wig back on straight for you, you can stick out your chest, hold up your chin and declare to the world, I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R16sHPiZLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/c6jbL7UxXTY/s1600-h/Kitty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142737064933535442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R16sHPiZLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/c6jbL7UxXTY/s320/Kitty1.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/3156900894325845223-6450347598158002195?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6450347598158002195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=6450347598158002195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/6450347598158002195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/6450347598158002195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-something-once-in-while-that-scares.html' title='Do Something Once in a While that Scares You.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R16sHPiZLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/c6jbL7UxXTY/s72-c/Kitty1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-5545718177070142557</id><published>2007-12-07T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:13.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.F.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The weekend is upon us and quite honestly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure I wouldn't rather stay at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The holiday season kicks into full swing this weekend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; with the annual White Elephant party at J&amp;amp;J's house this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;evening&lt;/span&gt; followed by a party tomorrow night at Leach's house with a visit/party at our friend Melba's house somewhere there in between. All of which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then comes Sunday. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cue&lt;/span&gt; evil music)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday is the annual Pride Bag Lady Holiday Show and for the first time ever, I am performing in it as a full blown Drag Queen - Tits and All!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granted, this ain't my first time in a dress... far from it.  but it does mark the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; gone all the way, so much so as to have boobs and my face semi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;professionally&lt;/span&gt; painted and perform not one but 2 numbers in front of an audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not the performing that i have a problem with. I perform at Karaoke almost every week (give or take perform) It's the "Trying Something New" without knowing if you're any good at it or not that has me nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's the problem of if I suck, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every body's&lt;/span&gt; going to say "He Sucks" and if I'm good then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every body's&lt;/span&gt; going to say "He's Good" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure if being called a "Good Drag Queen" is really a compliment??? (nothing against Drag Queens or course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romeo is doing the show with me and while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been hesitant about the whole thing, he's dove into the project Wig First! to which I say, "You go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gurl&lt;/span&gt;! Represent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, with all that said, Wish us both luck and if you can make it by to see us, please stop by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a Good Weekend Everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R1mTbPiZLsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OxXO59xMM7Y/s1600-h/Bag+Lady.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141302545856671426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R1mTbPiZLsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OxXO59xMM7Y/s320/Bag+Lady.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-5545718177070142557?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5545718177070142557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=5545718177070142557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/5545718177070142557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/5545718177070142557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2007/12/tgif.html' title='T.G.I.F.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R1mTbPiZLsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OxXO59xMM7Y/s72-c/Bag+Lady.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-8676782537999866474</id><published>2007-12-07T09:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:13.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atta Girl! - of the Week:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R1lUQviZLpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vYOzIMpWm3g/s1600-h/amd_jodiefoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141233096235495058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRtBv18KIG0/R1lUQviZLpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vYOzIMpWm3g/s320/amd_jodiefoster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jodie Foster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally (sorta) came out as a Lesbian this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better late than never!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-8676782537999866474?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8676782537999866474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=8676782537999866474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8676782537999866474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/8676782537999866474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2007/12/she-ro-of-week.html' title='Atta Girl! - of the Week:'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NRtBv18KIG0/R1lUQviZLpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vYOzIMpWm3g/s72-c/amd_jodiefoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156900894325845223.post-542132741134715301</id><published>2007-12-06T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:45:36.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voices in my Head</title><content type='html'>Day 2 in Blog world and my mind is overwhelmed with topics to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; could not fall asleep last night because my mind was racing with ideas and stories that I wanted to discuss like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's the big deal if Mitt Romney is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mormon&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who will be Barbara Walter's most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; person tonight?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is Sherri Shepard serious?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer really IS the Best Christmas special of the season (Bumbles Bounce!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even driving out to grab something for lunch today, Everything I observed turned into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;potential&lt;/span&gt; blog topic in my head like:&lt;br /&gt;That lady wearing a fur coat while taking out the trash looks odd.&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Why is the Steak &amp;amp; Shake advertising ice cream when it's 20 degrees outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I can get these voices..er, thoughts inside my head organized and post about a single topic in the blogs to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the first of a weekly feature to this Blog. "Atta Girl! - of the Week!"&lt;br /&gt;The Atta Girl! is a woman that made waves or headlines in the world that week for one reason or another and who i feel deserves a Shout-out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back in tomorrow to see who it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-542132741134715301?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/542132741134715301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=542132741134715301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/542132741134715301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/542132741134715301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2007/12/voices-in-my-head.html' title='The Voices in my Head'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-3156900894325845223.post-3674606546819518604</id><published>2007-12-05T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:36:41.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Here!</title><content type='html'>Well, here i am! (not that too many people care right now) but hopefully that will change and my words will one day change hearts and minds and move nations!&lt;br /&gt;but who am i kidding?&lt;br /&gt;This will be a simple and light hearted blog to talk about whatever is on my mind at the time whether it's a TV show I watched last night, That "God is Pro-life" bumper sticker I saw yesterday morning or that nasty tomato soup i had for lunch today. This is my space, My voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that said, I proudly plant my flag in the cyber soil of the Blog spear and claim this small space as my very own to do with whatever I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the Conversation Begin - &lt;em&gt;Hillary Clinton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156900894325845223-3674606546819518604?l=blanchesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3674606546819518604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156900894325845223&amp;postID=3674606546819518604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/3674606546819518604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156900894325845223/posts/default/3674606546819518604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blanchesays.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m Here!'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671481211103205713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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></feed>
