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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[boys]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[gross]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-06-14T11:06:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Body noises, smells and other oddities...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Boys are gross. They are. They can be <em>so gross. </em>It cracks me up. I can't help it. I laugh. Have I lost my sensibilites as a female- as a mother?  <em> <strong>No</strong></em><strong>.</strong> <em><strong>I never had them.</strong></em> (ha!)</p><p>My sons can be so disgusting. And the stories they tell about their day in school. Today they told me 'Larry' told another boy, &quot;I'll give you my light saber if you touch this pen.&quot;  &quot;Ok,&quot; said the classmate. Larry then shoved the pen down his pants, pulled it back out and said, &quot;Here.&quot;   That's gross. So why am I laughing?  The only admonishing thing I could say was, &quot;That's it,<em> nobody</em> borrows a pen from Larry, got it?&quot; </p><p>My oldest son likes to curl up next to me and put his arms around me and say, &quot;I love you, Momma.&quot; <em>And then I smell it. </em>I shriek. While I bolt from the sofa he's laughing like the devil. And so am I. (My youngest is not innocent- he's the 'silent but deadly' ninja in our house-booby traps are his specialty.)</p><p>I like that there is a lot of laughter in my house. But then I wonder-are we laughing at the right things? I know the other parents in my kids school are so uptight they squeak when they walk. I can't imagine having to be so serious all the time. So...grown up. I hate when I doubt myself about these things. But somehow it always ends up I was worried for no real reason.  I forgot to remember: I have never done anything 'right' in my entire life and have yet to regret it. As long as I maintain the parent-child relationship, who gives a flying whizz.</p><p>They put straws in their armpits and then blow on them. A duet of 'flatulence' is my soundtrack from the backseat of the car during the ride home from school many days. </p><p>The made up songs that are disgusting/lewd (but not R-rated)...the mooning, the pranks, the silliness...I wouldn't give up one minute of it. I know eventually when their off in their own lives, I'll be wishing to have just one minute of that insanity back.</p><p>But then, in my old age, I'll go live with them. And the body noises and the smells and other oddities will begin again. But this time-it'll be <em><strong>me</strong></em>! </p></p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[12]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-07-03T02:07:04-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[joel turns 12]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p>My oldest turns 12 today. Wow. Who'da thought he'd make it this far... </p> <p>12. 12? 12!!! </p> <p>I haven't had much go right in life..it's not been easy--but I have to say I lucked out in the kid department. I always wanted boys- 5 of them but I wimped out at just 2. But they are lovely people and I am a very proud mama. Every parent is biased of course but my kids got the best of everything in the looks department. Their mother, me, being biracial and their father white, I have one son (oldest)with blond hair and blues eyes and one (youngest) with beautiful mocha skin and deep brown hair and eyes. People ask if I am 'stepmom' or if my oldest is 'adopted' or if the boys have the same father. (Somehow that one offends me-not sure why) No, I say, it's just a lesson in genetics. Gorgeous kids. Lucky me. </p> <p>But they're not all looks. They're smart. And sweet. And amazing. Complete pains in the ass. I love it. </p> <p> I have a tendency to get in a mood. And stay in that mood. And stew. My oldest is the <i><u>only</u> person on this earth</i> who can totally disarm me in the blink of an eye. This boy, this child, can pull me out of it-by saying something <i>so</i> offhand, something that I you're just not expecting, something so out of this world that before you know it, you're literally on the floor laughing, gasping for air. One day, and it was a bad day, some prick in a giant SUV pulled out in front of me in a construction zone. He <u>saw</u> me coming and pulled out anyway. I braked so hard everything in the car went flying. Thank God for seatbelts. I was <i>infuriated</i>. "You know, " I ranted, "it must be real nice, real nice to be able to just be <i>so</i> full of yourself that you're ready to cause an accident with a woman with children in the car. [expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive]...I wonder what it's like to walk this earth and think absoloutely nothing of people around you! Self centered jacka**!! I wonder what it's like to be a complete A**HOLE!" </p> <p>My son, who never takes his eyes off his Gameboy says, in his most waspy British, Thurston Howell the III voice..."You should try it some time. You're missing out." </p> <p>You had to be there. It was just not something I expected out of the mouth of a nine year old. It caught me so off gaurd, I had to pull into a close by parking lot until I could finish laughing and not be the cause of an accident myself. </p> <p>I could give a hundred examples when his glib comments shed light for me. It's like one of those pull shades flipping up suddenly and lettin' in all the sunlight!! I don't know how he does it or where it came from. All I know is he's the only person in the world who can do it. </p> <p>I look at him and already at 12, I see the beginnings of a good build even though he isn't all that athletic. That hair that just seems to fall in the right place, always. The blue eyes that change shades depending on what he's wearing. The smooth golden brown of his skin from playing in the pool at gramma's. Oh God, he's going to be a beautiful man. And best of all, he's funny as hell. </p> <p>I can't help but think--did that come outta <i>me</i>? lol </p> <p>And I pray- dear God let me do good by him. I'm 'hard' on him compared to most parents today. But if I am it's because I look into his face and I see endless possibilities and I want him to be able to go out and snatch the world by the throat when it's time. There's something in him. It would be a disservice to him and to God to let it go to waste. I do not know that who he is now is who he will always be-that remains to be seen. But I can hardly wait to see. </p> <p>It's strange that he seeks me out for hugs. That he tells me everything. (Sometimes things I <u>really</u> didn't want to know-'bathroom habits' and such..lol) But I'm glad. Because these were things I could not do with my own parents. It's just awkward, sad to say. The one thing that makes my heart skip and brings tears to my eyes and takes my breath away is that one day it might stop. That in his teenagehood, I will become the enemy, an intruder and he will shut me out. If so, I will understand. It's a stage in development. And I will have to wait until he is 37 years old before he realizes I'm not out to get him. I would wait for that. I would wait a million years. </p> <p>My stubborn, bossy, loving, glib, hysterical, hunky, charming, sometimes self centered, mouthy, video game addicted, brownie lovin', big footed, Jim Carrey impersonatin', sensitive, insensitive, nobody-picks-on-my-younger-brother-but-me, 80 pound gorilla in training, heart thievin' son is 12 today. </p> <p>12. 12? 12!!! </p> <br /> <p>God, I'm old.... </p></p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2005-07-08T09:07:07-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[IT'S A BOY!!!!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" color="#3333cc"><strong>Our family is proud to announce our newest addition:</strong></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"> </p></blockquote></blockquote><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><strong><font face="Verdana" color="#3333cc"></font></strong> <img height="407" src="file:///C:/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/2005-07%20(Jul)/HPIM0050.JPG" width="566"></p><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><strong><font face="Verdana" color="#3333cc"></font></strong> </p><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><strong><font face="Verdana" color="#3333cc">weight: 78.6 lbs</font></strong></p><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><strong><font face="Verdana" color="#3333cc">length:  58  inches (from nose to tail)</font></strong></p><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><strong><font face="Verdana" color="#3333cc">hair:  solid black</font></strong></p><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><strong><font face="Verdana" color="#3333cc">eyes:   brown</font></strong></p><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><strong><font face="Verdana" color="#3333cc">place of adoption:   Kansas Humane Society</font></strong></p><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><strong><font face="Verdana" color="#3333cc">'gotcha' date:    7/07/05</font></strong></p><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><strong><font face="Verdana" color="#3333cc">age:   1 (&amp; a half)</font></strong></p><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><strong><font face="Verdana" color="#3333cc">name:  we don't know yet!!</font></strong></p><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" /><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><strong><font face="Verdana" color="#3333cc"></font></strong> </p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><strong><font face="Verdana" color="#3333cc"></font></strong> <img height="407" src="file:///C:/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/2005-07%20(Jul)/HPIM0051.JPG" width="543"></p><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" /><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><strong><font color="#3300ff">Just when we were about to give up hope, there he was in the very last kennel.</font>   <font color="#3300ff">The one.</font></strong></font></p><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><font face="Verdana" color="#3333cc"></font> </p><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><strong><font face="Verdana" color="#3333cc"></font></strong> </p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[dog]]></category>
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  <category><![CDATA[what's in a name]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-07-10T09:07:46-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[I named him Henry.]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>I could never take naming things lightly.</p><p>To me, a name is an important thing-to a degree. Go around identifying who you are as a person by <i>just </i>your name and you're likely to experience situations meant to remind you that you are more than just 'Dave Wiznewski'. Sometimes you learn a name 'don't mean a thing'. At the same time, not honoring your name, attaching little or no importance to it at all, can take the oomph out of your existence.</p><p>Isn't it funny how when you read the definition or the root of your name it rings true a lot of the time? Maybe not every detail but think of it this way- would Donald Trump be <i>'The Donald'</i> if his mother had gone with Wilbert instead? (Look! Here he comes! It's <i>'The Wilbert'</i>!) Who would you choose as a surgeon: Dr. Reginald Koop, III or Dr. Marilyn Manson? We all know celebrities change their birthnames to instill the sense of virility or sensuality or 'starpower'. You think 'Carmen Electra' is her <i>real</i> name?</p><p>I named my dog Henry. I agonized over the last couple days finding a name that fit. I almost named him John Coffey (yes, The Green Mile) because he's big, black, intimidating and as gentle as the falling rain. That and he's afraid of the dark. But it just didn't seem 'right'. Call him Bruiser or Bocephus, my husband said. That lead to visions of my new dog passed out and farting on the front porch after lapping up a bowful of Hormel Chili. No. No, no, <b>no. </b>Blackie? No imagination in a name like that. Goofy? He'll end up with his head stuck in a mayonnaise jar. No. Duke? Sam? Max? Everyone has a dog named Duke, Sam or Max. Too common. No. I looked at Spanish names, Italian names and German names. I even went through the list of famous people/great men. Benjamin Franklin? That lead to visions of a dog in bifocals with a kite and a key. No. Mahatma Ghandi? That lead to visions of a dog who refuses his Alpo. No. Albert Einstein? Cute, but not a, um, fair representation. The only name I was leaning towards was William. It seemed to fit in some way, shape or form. I took my regal yet nameless pooch, jowls and all, into my hands and said. &quot;<i>What</i> is your name?&quot;</p><p>It was time to go to the park around the corner. We hadn't been in almost 3 hours. But first I needed to make a pitstop at the bathroom-and after convincing him I <i>didn't</i> need his help (shoving him out the door-which is great exercise since I don't outweigh him by much) I washed my hands, threw the door open and there he was- wagging. Out of nowhere I said &quot;Hello, Henry!&quot; like I was hailing a neighbor or somethin'...and just like that he had a name. </p><p>I went to the computer and looked up 'Henry'. Protector of the house. Then I looked up 'William'. It means <b>strong</b>. Just like his muscled body. He even got a last name. VanCouer. Couer means heart. VanCouer means 'of heart'. It is a, um, fair representation. </p><p>The first day we had Henry, we took him to the park where he made a beeline for some kids digging in the sand by the end of the slide. I cringed. His being so big and not totally knowing his temperament made me <i>very</i> nervous about the way he loped up to those kids. He stopped short of them and eased into their group. They petted him and scratched his ears. They hugged him. They climbed on him. <i>They put a sunbonnet on his head.</i> He loved every minute of it. When we were almost out of the park, one of the little boys got hurt and started crying. Henry turned straight for him. When he was sure everything was ok, we were able to leave. I'm not sure I even know people who act like that.</p><p>So far, Henry William VanCouer is a good, strong dog, protector of house and fridge-and little kids. There is a good part of goofball in HenryDog, too, thankfully. So, did he make his name or did his name make him? A little of both, maybe...? However it goes, I thumb my nose at those who chided my need to find the 'right' name for my dog. Ha.</p><i><p>Bocephus, indeed.</p></i></p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2005-09-13T11:09:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[What I Learned During Summer Vacation...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>
<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">&quot;A
woman is like a tea bag. You don't know how strong she is until you
                                        
put her in hot water.&quot;</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">I made my
family leave for vacation at almost 1:00 am on a Saturday. We should
have left Friday morning but I was detained by 'last minute business'.
Of course. And I had to clean the house. (I have to do that before I
leave:
de-sheet the beds, clean out the fridge, box up all the stuff in the
pantry except for canned goods, vaccuum, dust, etc. I don't know why. I
just do.) <br />

<br />
I loaded our belongings and then my family into a rented minivan-man, I hate
those things- and drove through the early morning hours until I knew
without a doubt-about the third time I almost drove off the road-that I
had to get a little rest. We meandered down through Oklahoma and part
of Texas all through Saturday afternoon. I couldn't help but glance in
the rear view mirror, studying my kids. Were they bored? Were they
enjoying the ride? Was there enough to keep them busy? They didn't have
a care. They were enjoying that we were all together. For once. And
HenryDog, who had a backseat all to himself and who only tolerates car
rides, was happy too but kept his face buried in that backseat most of the way. <br />
<br />
We hit our destination-the big little island of Galveston on a Sunday,
a day before we were supposed to check into our rental house
but we didn't care. It was sunny and humid-people were everywhere. About
the time my oldest boy saw a 'hottie' go riding by on a bicycle in her
'barely there' bikini -which was about 3 minutes after we arrived- he solemnly
declared Galveston his new home. We checked into a hotel and hit the
beach. And after we checked into 'our' beachfront house, it was the beach everyday. Early
morning jogs with Henry, then a swim. In the afternoons we ran
around the Strand or some other attraction and then back to the beach.
Then out to dinner. And if there was time, back to the beach. We are so
brown, my sons and I, that people stared at us when we came back. You
don't get that kind of brown here in Kansas. It will fade soon. Kansas
is a colorless, flavorless state. They prefer it that way. Trust me.<br />
<br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">I love
the ocean. I love her and fear her-I respect her.</span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">
I like to believe the ocean
is a living organism. With living organisms in it. A whole ecosystem we
know diddlysquat about. <span style="font-style: italic;">Life</span>. </span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">The water was clear and so damn warm it was almost hot. I don't remember ever
being in water that warm. Not even in Mexico. I would set
my favorite beach chair in the surf and watch my little tadpoles.
You can go out forever and only be knee deep. I figured one of them
would not like the beach but they both loved it. That thrilled me to
death. We made a sandcastle. We swam. We had fun.<br />
<br />
</span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">
Floating in the warm water, I would hear the muffled sounds of the surf
and my kids as they played. I would close my eyes and think- &quot;This must
be what it's like
to be in the womb.&quot; Then my dog, thinking I needed rescuing would try
to drag me out of the water by my hair, swimsuit top or bottom. (I guess
that could be construed as birth, lol...dragged kicking and screaming
from a warm, tranquil and relaxed setting...definitely traumatic!) </span><br />

<span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"></span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"><br />I didn't feel bad about coming home. I didn't feel good about it,
either. I felt nothing. I think it was because the whole time I was in
Galveston, on the beach, with warmer than warm water swirling around my
ankles or through</span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"> hair as I floated willy nilly and listened to the surf, I did
what I do best. I reflected. I had periods of great thought, deep meditations and  introspection- while jogging on the
beach at sunup or having my green tea before bed (decaf, of course ) on the deck. I would
think while I watched the surf turn whatever brilliant color with the
sunset. And I would think. And think. And think. </span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"> So much crap ran through my head and I evaluated
everything, all of it, no matter how mundane.</span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">I found myself  wondering
how many souls had been lost in the sea and if
all those souls were to show themselves, could we see the ocean? </span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">I
thought about when I was really young, living in California and how a day at
the beach was all fun. It was my sanctuary. I remembered how I figured something
out one day while sitting in the sand that changed the way I looked at everything forever. I
remembered the younger, chubbier me sitting on the beach trying to count how
many times the surf rolled in. I would count and then my little mind would
wander... Then I would try to go back and count again. And lose track
again. I sat and wondered how many times the waves had rolled in on the
shore since the beginning of time? Did we even have a number that big?
In all the time of all the things that had ever happened in all of
history no matter how brutal -none of it had stopped the tide from
rolling in. And I began to figure out that even though I had to be
careful around my father, nothing he could do- none of the yelling
and/or hitting and all round scariness- would stop the tide from
rolling in. He was not that powerful after all. We all had thought that
he
was-but I knew better; I had figured it out. I was still afraid for
my own bones but now I knew- he was just a bully. He was not the ultimate
power, he was just a man. And I was just a child- but knowing this gave
me some of my power back. From then on, I was the only person in my
family to
not back down from him. I didn't challenge him but he was unable to
affect me the way that he had in the past-and I guess he sensed it,
too, because after that, he never bothered/bullied me as much as the
rest of the family. (But then I don't keep toxic people in my life
anyway.) So anyhow, I studied the grains of sand in my hand and I realized <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> was one of those grains of sand...And my place in the universe was neither significant or non-significant. One grain of sand did not make or break the beach but together, the grains made up something very special...I marvel that I could think that way when I was so young. I'm sorry but I do....<br />
<br />
</span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">My greatests truths, my biggest breakthroughs have
come during trips to the beach. The Gypsy has her crystal
ball, I have the water, I guess. Steven Tyler, in one of my favorite Aerosmith
songs, <span style="font-style: italic;">Amazing,</span> croons: <span style="font-style: italic;">It's amazing when the moment arrives and you finally see the light</span>. It is. It is truly amazing, the moment of realization. It can make you weep like an infant.</span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"></span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">
Those 'moments of clarity' are curious things. Like when you've been
going in circles forever and then someone shows you something you were
missing in the directions you were given...Or then there are those V8
moments where you slap yourself in the forehead and say, &quot;<span style="font-style: italic;">Why</span> did I not see it before?&quot; Like when you're looking for something in the store and you stubbornly tell the clerk, &quot;<span style="font-style: italic;">It's not there!</span>&quot; and they walk over calmly, pick out the item you're looking for which is <span style="text-decoration: underline;">directly</span> in front of your face<span style="font-style: italic;"> at eye level</span>....yeah,
it's like that, sometimes...  After you get done feeling sheepish,
there's always relief...and like I said before, it can bring tears,
too. Oh- and you never know when it's gonna come, that moment of
clarity. There are no bells. No alarms. No flashing lights. In one
moment, you finally 'get it'.<br />
Amazing. <br />
</span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"></span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">
<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" />
</span>
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<div style="margin-left: 40px;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">&quot;Behind every successful woman is herself.&quot;<br />
<br />
</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"></span></div>
<span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">Too long have I sat and waited. Too long have I waited for others who
choose not to participate. I waited because it was the polite thing to
do. It is still the polite thing to do but only for those who choose to
participate.  <br />
<br />
I realized this and felt relief.<br />
<br />
When the inner voice that is half me, half God said, &quot;You go on ahead,
now. I'll handle this...&quot;, and I felt a thousand pound weight of
responsibility lift off my chest, I wept.<br />
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I've been wanting someone to <span style="text-decoration: underline;">be</span>
for me the way I am for others. Not to solely exist for my next living
breath but someone who <span style="text-decoration: underline;">wants</span> to see me succeed and find my bliss...
not be threatened by it. I just think it's nice to have honest perspective outside of your own. I was hoping for someone who was strong enough to say,
&quot;I'm going to tell you the truth because I'd rather have you mad and
not speaking to me by choice instead of making the wrong decision and not speaking to me
because you're dead or some other horrid situation.&quot;  The only person I know who is like that-is
me. <br />
<br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">When I think of all the times when
things were good it was because I reached out and took what I wanted and
did whatever it took to make it a reality. I never stopped to think about <span style="font-style: italic;">why</span> what I was doing was 'not possible' or <span style="font-style: italic;">if</span> I was really 'worthy' of my quest.  </span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">
Anytime I have conquered,
I have done it while the people closest to me threw rocks at me, told
me what I was doing was 'impossible'. No. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Impossible for them</span>...
I learned a long time ago that the people closest to you can slow or
shoot you down. It's not a vindictive action. Honestly. It's just that the
direction you're going is scary to them, so they panic. And in turn it
slows you down, too. They know you're going to a place or a level they
cannot go or are not ready for...</span><br style="font-style: italic;" /><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> fought like holy hell to keep us afloat in this business.We went on vacation because <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> planned it. We stayed in a nice home on the beach because <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span>
worked it around in a way that we could. What we have, we have because
I wasn't afraid to go out and get it. What we don't have is, where
we're not doing well, is because I stood there and held the door open
for people who never wanted to go through to begin with instead of just going through myself. <span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">And if I am ever going to get to where I want to be in life, I can't wait on the ones who are too afraid anymore. </span>I've <span style="text-decoration: underline;">got</span> to walk through that door and let God handle the rest- the responsibility is no longer mine. <br />
<br />So I guess it's all up to me. It always has been, really...I am sad because it is a lonely road I already know and I think that is
what I was mostly tired of- being alone. I always have people in my life but
it is lonely in that I am alone with my thoughts and feelings and in my
drive most of all.</span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"> I need someone
to encourage me to reach for the top, not the typical, &quot;Why can't you
be happy with what's right in front of you?&quot; (And I want to, I really
do. Life would be so much easier....)</span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"> But everytime I try, it doesn't work. It's like wearing underwear 4 sizes too small.<br /><br />
I'm also glad I don't have to mind 'the door' anymore, though. I think I could
probably feel silly for minding the door for so long but I when I think
of it, I've met a <span style="text-decoration: underline;">lot</span>
of people who wanted so much out of life- and were able to attain it-
but were afraid to. I think I came into their lives (and them into
mine) to open that door for them. But they had to make the decision to go through it. I always ended up moving on to bigger and better things one way or another. But sometimes, I get tired of losing people.<br /><br />And you know what? I just thought of something- every 5 years, my life transitions into something else. So, I'm about due for some changes, I guess...? <br /><br />Well, whatever happens, I will have to be my own drill sergeant, my own cheerleader. That is both disappointing &amp; yet a relief. I know I can count on me, at least! lol  <br /><br />Let's get going, then.<br /><br /> <br style="font-style: italic;" />
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  <dc:date>2005-09-20T10:09:53-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[life in small town america]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A couple of weeks ago a man stopped into the store looking for a particular address to a house. He and his wife were scouting for houses in the country to have room for their animals (dogs/cats, etc) that his wife kept collecting. He was a college professor for one of the local colleges. A really nice man. We talked for quite some time. <br /> <br />He asked about this town and I told him I doubted that he wanted my opinion. "Let's just say that this town is temperamental." I said. "Oh, I think all small towns are like that." he smiled. <br /> <br />Maybe it's because we own the store that makes us targets for hostility sometimes but I really think people have a distorted view of what small town life is really like and how living in one can sometimes be a front row seat to the lowest of human behavior. <br /> <br />Small towns are not the cliche of Americana anymore. I can tell you in just this small town of 800, a woman has been murdered and rape, robbery, and arson are nothing new. One of the sheriff's officers that comes in for his coffee (and just to BS) said that if they were allowed to just knock on doors and perform search and seizures, half the town would be put away. I laughed. He looked at me and I quit laughing. He was serious. In fact, they think the motive of the person/s who killed the lady was drug money because all they did was go through her purse. They took her life for a few bills. In another small town where we had a different store we were shocked to hear one of the local sheriff's officers had been shot to death serving a warrant on a meth lab-shot to death by his own cousin! <br /> <br />These are sad things but what better place? A small town. One, maybe two or three officers for the whole place, right? A town where they don't know what to look for...a place that lazes in the assumption, "That could never happen here. That's something that happens somewhere else. But not here..." But it does happen because filth grows wherever it can; in deep, out of the way recesses. <br /> <br />The scarier part to me, what probably makes it easier for the part I just wrote about to happen, is the <span style="font-style: italic;">attitudes.</span> Many small towns like these face stagnation. In a world that constantly changes, and at such a stunning pace, trying to prevent change or keep it out is a surefire way to kill any life or livelihood the town may have. Yet there seems to be a resentment of the world and its changes, about being unable to keep up with it or anyone who does or can. There is a deep sorrow that the world is passing them by, that they <span style="font-style: italic;">want</span> to be a part of that world but for whatever reason cannot. <br /> <br />Many here are stuck in the cycle of poverty ( of which there are many types of poverty-financial, spiritual, intellectual,etc) and skip college-or highschool altogether, start families before they're legal to drink(or vote) and take dead end, low paying jobs with little or no chance of advancement. It's not uncommon for many of these people who go from job to job to trade 'tips' like meatloaf recipes on how to 'work the system' of unemployment, having made a life of it for so long... <br /> <br />The underlying feeling I get is that these people, for whatever reason, don't believe they deserve a chance in life. They don't even try. "This is the way it's always been, this is the way it'll always be." If they were really at peace with that, then why are they so nasty? Why, if you're ok with your life, is the beer door in our cooler empty by Friday evening? What are you escaping? And I do think that is why we are a target for a lot of hostility- <span style="font-style: italic;">we have something</span>. (And hell, we don't even want it!) It's not like we're driving around in brand new cars. Some of these people drive nicer cars than we do- but we still get the sneers, the nasty comments/questions- the rumors. How hateful some have been...and it's sad because I know hostility is rage and rage is grief and grief is fear. And the fear is that they are somehow worth less in the grand scheme of things. That is bullshit. If you think that way that's what it will be like for you. But since they don't have anything, they don't want you to have anything either. It reminds me of little kids. "Why does <span style="font-style: italic;">she</span> get a lollipop and I don't?" Because she asked nicely for one. Would you like to ask nicely for a lollipop? "No. I'll just knock her down instead." That's the small town attitude. <br /> <br />Everything provokes a kneejerk reaction. Do we want to sit and think rationally about anything? No. Everything is yelling and screaming and threats- like an episode of Cops. When I e-mail friends I tell them about life in 'JerrySpringerville'. Have you ever seen 'The Green Mile' where the man in the retirement home gets up and changes the channel from Jerry Springer to something else- he says, "Why we always gotta watch this crap? All these people care about is fuckin'!" That line reminds me of this town. Try to have a conversation and what you get is a lot of, well, outright ignorance. Impulse control seems to be retarded-not dumb or stupid-but underdeveloped. The same with the ability for decision making. It's all about 'what feels good now' and 'if I'm angry/mad/sad, I want you to feel as bad as I do', with absoloutely no regard for consequnces in the short or long term. <br /> <br />At the store one day, I sat in a booth in front of these older ladies as I did my crossword and listened to them talk of how they were appalled at being asked for money to help pay for a funeral of a girl in town that had died in a car accident. "Well, I didn't know her!" said one. "My son said I could have donated a dollar but <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> didn't know where that dollar was going!" The other hens cackled in agreement. I thought to myself-"Wait. Aren't you the ones that come in and scratch loterry tickets 10 and 20 bucks at a time? And ya can't donate a <span style="font-style: italic;">dollar</span>?" I held my tongue. I <span style="font-style: italic;">can</span> hold my tongue-I just rarely do. But I did get up and leave in disgust. <br /> <br />People will stop me in the store and ask me if I am the one they see jogging early in the morning. They ask why I jog. I tell them I like to be healthy. If they see me with a book, they ask why I am reading and if I am doing it for school. I tell them no, I am not in school but I like to keep my mind healthy. I am the "hippie vegetarian" from California. I rarely go to the front of the store anymore unless my husband is working or it is fairly empty. There <span style="font-style: italic;">are</span> a few who are really good people, that really seem to be a little more 'aware' of themselves but the key word is <span style="font-style: italic;">few</span>. <br /> <br />I believe that small towns are dangerous places. The resigned attitudes that give way to stagnation, the apathy and resentment- this is what leads to most small towns becoming sewers of negativity where drug abuse, domestic abuse and all other abuses flourish. Too many of these people have given up before they got a chance to see what was really out there for them. And they resent those who have a chance- any chance at all. I understand the concept of looking at someone and saying, "Wow, I want what that guy's got!" But I absoloutely to <span style="font-style: italic;">no</span> degree understand looking at someone and saying, "I want what you have. Now I'm going to destroy it so you can't enjoy it anymore." To me, that's <span style="text-decoration: underline;">psychotic</span>. When a chosen few 'come into power' and let an entire town die because they don't want things to change because they're satisfied with 'the way things are', that's psychotic. Small towns are hiding places for the small and the weak to feel big and strong by throwing their weight around, thinking that no one's looking. And when someone does call them on their bullshit-they run and hide like children in a thunderstorm. <br /> <br />I find it interesting that when I talk to people who have moved to Kansas from out of state, they ask basically the same question: "What's wrong with this place?" Don't get me wrong-home is home for certain people and people who are born and raised here think it's heaven on earth. People who get transplanted here last 2-3 years <span style="font-style: italic;">tops</span>. And then they go home. I've had people offer the explanation that it's like this everywhere. I'm a well traveled person, in and outside of the United States. I can tell you, yes, you meet assholes everywhere but I've had chance to observe much through the years and I still can't figure out why these people hate themselves so much. It's like it's inborn or something. They will hate you for not hating yourself, even. It's peculiar. <br /> <br />I'm glad that when my son finishes school in June we will be free to move away. I'm looking forward to it. My kids are, too. Even the dog seems depressed ever since we came back from Texas! So I bet even he'll agree with a change of venue! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> </p>
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  <dc:date>2005-09-22T11:09:56-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The benefit of having a dog...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Every morning. Around 4:30-5:00 . It's there. It weighs on my chest. Heavy. I keep my eyes closed, hoping it will go away but it never does. I open one eye and lift my head slightly. There it is--the giant nose of a big black lab! His tail always does that fast, happy wag. The eyes say, "We're going right?" Because I am still stupid with sleep, I will try to pretend I'm not really awake but it never works. It will never work. If I turn my back to him, I get the paw on the shoulder. If I roll on my stomach, I get the nose in the ear. <br /> <br />"Alright, <span style="font-style: italic;">alright,</span>" I grumble. I don't do mornings. I have<span style="text-decoration: underline;"> never</span> been a morning person. I am a creature of the night. The nerve of this dog waking me up so early...and who the hell invented the 4 am hour? That guy needs to be dragged behind a bus...where's my jogging shorts, where's my f'in shoes...I gotta pee before I do anything... <br /> <br />And while I amble around looking for my trusty jogging bra, socks and whathaveyou, there's HenryDog on my heels. "We're going right? Like real soon, right?" I step into my shorts. Pull on my old jogging shirt. Peel off my jogging shorts. Flip them right side out, step back into them, tuck the pockets in and start pulling on my shoes. Meanwhile Henry flops on the floor next to me with a very deep and audible groan. "<span style="font-style: italic;">You are so <span style="text-decoration: underline;">slow</span></span>." <br /> <br />Next we tie back the hair. Nothing fancy. Doesn't need to be perfect. I'm jogging on back roads at 5 am not trying out for Miss America. I'm no centerfold but I see it this way- if I run into something bad out there, my appearance should at least have the same effectiveness as pepper spray! Last but not least-a layer of chapstick. I clip my pedometer to my pocket, grab my mp3 player and the leash and out the door we go. <br /> <br />I stalk down the street like a zombie, one eye closed and grumbling all the way while the dog weaves up and down the road and pees. Pees in the ditch, pees on the bush, pees at the stop sign, pees at the fencepost, pees at the pine tree, pees at the oak tree, pees at the other fencepost....Every morning I think to myself, "That dog must have a bladder the size of his head. And a spare hidden somewhere." I'm walking fast to warm up. I've got my music on. Something not too fast. This time it's 'Goodbye Blue Skies'. Pink Floyd...<span style="font-style: italic;">did did did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter with the promise of a brave new world unfurled b'neath the clear blue sky...' </span> <br /> <br />When we get to the stop sign a half mile down, it's time to jog. And off Henry goes while I check my pedometer with the last light off the main street. I look up and see Henry standing in the middle of the dirt road. "<span style="font-style: italic;">Uh, hello? Are you coming?</span>" There's something about being sassed by a dog. And don't tell me it's my imagination playing tricks on me at 5 am on a dark country road. I know when I'm being sassed. "I'm coming!" I sass back. That will show him! <br /> <br />I begin with a soft gait. I'm warmed up but I'm still not fully awake and my body needs a little time to get into the swing of things. I listen to Nirvana, The Man Who Sold the World. <span style="font-style: italic;">"Who knows not me, I never lost control, you're face to face with the man who sold the world.." </span>We charge up the hill that has the railroad tracks. I set my form; shoulders back, tummy held in, chin parallel to the ground. I breathe fully. My pace starts to kick in. Meanwhile, Henry is happily weaving down the road, smelling smells, loping through the fields at one point, chasing things I can't see and of course peeing on stuff. But never does he stray. That's what I like about Henry. He never lets <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span> out of <span style="font-style: italic;">his</span> sight. <br /> <br />I start to feel good. Before I know it, I'm no longer setting my pace or my breath. When my body settles in, I am free to listen to the music and let my mind wander. Blink182 is blasting.<span style="font-style: italic;"> 'I said I was the cops and your husband's in jail, the state looks down on sodomy, and that's about the time that bitch hung up on me...' <br /> <br /></span>As we round the next stop sign about 1.5 miles later, I'm smiling. I feel good. I sing songs out loud. If someone hears my lousy ass singing, I don't care. I don't really think anyone hears it but the cows and <span style="font-style: italic;">they</span> said they <span style="font-style: italic;">liked</span> my singing. <span style="font-style: italic;">'Sly boogy that's my name and I came to run the game...' </span> <br /> <br />Almost a mile later at the next stop sign, we are back on pavement on the road that leads back into town. This is where I put the leash on poor Henry who hates to be tethered. This is also the spot where, every morning, he jogs around the corner and I say, "Henry." and he jogs on. And I say, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Henry</span>." And he still jogs on. "<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Henry!</span>" And he turns and slinks back like, 'Oh, you meant me...thought you were talking to the <span style="font-style: italic;">other</span> Henry." It's not that I don't trust my dog. I don't trust the people. Plus, even though my dog is anything but hostile and we're out when most of the town is dark, count on it that one of the townees will call in a complaint of not having my dog on a leash. Never mind that half the dogs and cats in this town are out wandering around in the plain of day without collars and/or tags... <br /> <br />While we jog through town I visualize how I want my life to be, how I want to look, what I want to see happen. I think about what kind of person I want to be. I visualize wonderful things happening for me and my family. I get lost in a wonderful daydream. Sometimes I just let things come to me, acknowledge what I see and say thank you to wherever it may have come from. I do not try to make it make sense. <br /> <br />As we round the next corner, it is the corner that our store sits on. The morning coffee klatsch is gathered as always, sitting in the booths, talking of the world that is going to hell in a handbasket. This is the last mile. I listen to uplifting music, inspiring music, fun stuff and pretty stuff. Theme songs from movies. Those are the best to exercise to. Movies (most)are meant to inspire- be it a certain feeling or mood. These I listen to as I give thanks; thanks that there is breath in my lungs, that my legs are moving and my heart is pumping. I know that there are those who want to run but cannnot, those who would give anything to not be infirmed- so I say thanks to God for being <span style="font-style: italic;">able</span>. And I run for those who can't. I breathe deep for those who can't. I realize I have a choice <span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;">every day</span> where some may have no choice at all. And I thank God for giving it to me one more day. <br /> <br />I say a prayer, I don't know where it's from but it says: <span style="font-style: italic;">"I am the prime source creator of all that is and I am manifesting myself in this form, right here, right now, on planet earth, even as I am simultaneously manifesting myself in all other forms and nonforms that exist anywhere in the all of the all that is, and together, I, in all of my manifestations can honestly say 'We are all I am. Together, we are all I AM.' </span>When I say this prayer aloud I am filled with a vibrancy and energy. This is the point where we sprint all the way to the last stop sign- the original stop sign we started at! I do not feel tired! I feel alive! "Keep up with me Henry!" I taunt,"Or you'll be left behind!!!" <br /> <br />When we hit the stop sign, we turn around and walk back to the house. It's cool down time. I am awake and energized. As soon as we get home and get our drinks, Henry gets his treat and a much deserved belly and leg rub. "Thank you for waking me up, Henry!" I coo. I can't believe he goes through all that for a dog biscuit. <br /> <br />I marvel at the fact that a few weeks ago, I was concerened; I was slacking and missing my exercise time. 'You gotta help me with this. You know I'm not a morning person, God. And I can be so irritable in the morning. Who's gonna be able to get me up? I just don't have the willpower to do it every morning.' <br /> <br />Ain't it interesting how God always finds a way if ya just ask? <br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span> <br /></span> </p>
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  <dc:date>2005-10-05T09:10:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[More Satisfying than Meditation....]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>You see the idiot weaving through traffic in your rearview mirror. The jerk flies up behind you, roars around you, cuts you off and zooms away. That's ok because what he doesn't know is he's about to rear end a sheriff's officer.<br /><br />Is there any sweeter rapture than laughing at the asshole as you pass by the flashing lights...? Yes, I have found that there is- pointing <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> waving as you laugh when you drive by....:)
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  <dc:date>2005-10-11T12:10:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Rules for Driving In Kansas]]></title>
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If you must journey through it- be as prepared as possible.....<br />
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;">#1-Though shalt not merge.</span>
Ever. Not even if it's 2 am and there's nobody else on the road, thou
shalt not move over to let the other driver merge or change lanes.
Assume the typical Kansas attitude--&quot;I pay taxes, therefore I own this
lane. Get your own.&quot; <br />
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;">#2-Blinkers are for decoration only</span>.
Thou shalt consider the rule of signaling 100 feet before turning as
blasphemy. Thou shalt switch on blinker, if it pleases- but no more
than one and a half to two blinks- in <span style="font-style: italic;">mid-turn</span> to let people know, &quot;Wee! Look at me! I'm turning!&quot;  It is not necessary to signal when changing lanes. (refer to rule #1)<br />
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;">#3-Playing Dumb.</span> If thou
runneth somebody off the road in their attempt to merge or change
lanes, should they catch up with you, thou shalt stare out the opposite
window or straight ahead raptly as if the most fascinating thing thou hast ever seen-like a UFO with Jesus and Pat Robertson in it waving at you- is
right outside said window. <br />
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;">#4-Bad Weather Driving</span>-
Thou shalt drive 10 miles per hour under speed limit in clear
conditions. Though shalt drive 10 miles over in severe rain and thou
shalt speed like a motherfucker on ice and snow. Obviously, one must
get home as <span style="font-style: italic;">fast</span> as possible to get home and avoid the bad weather! <br />
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;">#5-Driving in Construction Zones</span>-
Thou shalt avoid and ignore the two miles of signs,orange barrels and
flashing lights signaling to to merge into one lane until the last
minute. One lane is obviously enough to accomodate two vehicles at a
time. Remember rule #1.<br />
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;">#6-Pedestrians</span>- Thou
shalt treat pedestrians as targets. Thou shalt buzz joggers, cyclists
and rollerskaters by driving as close as possible, as fast as possible.
Keep in mind extra points are awarded for knocking down pedestrians
without knocking off their glasses.<br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;">#7-Emergency Vehicles-</span> Thou shalt not give right of way to emergency vehicles who attempt to pass. Flashing lights are blasphemous. Emergency personnel are well known for using this as a way to get home first! Assume attitude in Rule #1. (Besides it's not your house burning or loved one in the back of that ambulance. ...is it?)<br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;">#8- Exiting</span>- Refer to #5, ignoring signs. Upon exiting to the right, thou shalt wait until the very last moment while in the <span style="font-style: italic;">far left lane</span> to exit and vice versa to exit  to the left.  Remember Rule #3. <br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;">#9- Turning Lanes</span>-Thou shalt hang half in and half out of turning lanes in order to impede the flow of traffic. In the name of safety and to avoid accidents, thou shalt not turn in front of any car that is at least 2 blocks to 1 1/2 miles away. Thou shalt sit and block traffic for <span style="font-style: italic;">at <span style="text-decoration: underline;">least</span></span> 10 minutes. <br /><br /><br />As always, thou shalt keep cell phone glued to ear and lock sanity in trunk before manuevering your vehicle through our flat and exciting-as-plain-oatmeal state. Thank you and have a wonderful day.<br />

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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[health]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[laughter]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[florence frieken nightengale]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-10-19T08:10:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[I don't like when my kids get sick!]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/i_dont_like_when_my_kids_get_sick.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Last Sunday my oldest woke up with a fever. He gave me a hug upon waking up and it was like wrapping my arms around an inferno. His flushed ears and rosy cheeks were my indicators that something was not right. Plus, he didn't have his usual spark. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now, I am the 'mean mom'. My kids never come to me and say they're bored or else they know mom will find them something to do and it is never any fun, so don't bother. It's no use asking mom for cash because whatever you ask for she will say, "Yes, of course you can have $5. How would you like to earn it?" And when mom says "Get stuff picked up off the floor, please.", you do it or else she'll clean it up- and her version of cleaning is to throw everything away and you don't get to fish it out of the trash. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">But God forbid if one of my children fall ill. Then I become Florence Friekin' Nightengale. Do you need another pillow? Done. You want pudding? Done. Is that bird outside your window chirping too loud? Want me to kill it? Done. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I can't stand for my kids to be sick. It is my Achilles' Heel. Nobody is allowed to even breathe while my children are sick. Everything goes on hold until I know for sure my child is fine. I check them frequently and watch them closely, looking for signs of anything I didn't see before; something that could turn into some God awful episode of ER. I monitor fluid intake and fluid 'outgoes'. In between sterilizing everything in the house, I'm hovering like a nervous butterfly... </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Whatever it was, the fever was gone by late afternoon and I could tell my son was better when he started his wisecracks about something he saw on TV. I told him to go put his cup in the sink and he fell on the couch, hand thrown back across his forehead and with his best Southern accent he said, "I feel faint. I think you better do it instead..." I can't help but laugh at him. "Get off your butt." I say. "I should have pretended I was still sick." he said. "You can't," I tell him, "because I always know when my children are really ill and when they're not." "How?" he challenges. And I have to admit, I don't know how I know- but I always know. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">So I counter with: "Because I'm the one who put the poison in your cup last night!" And that gets things going in the house. We laugh a lot and I think that that is probably something that keeps us from getting sick very often. There is definitely something unwell about a house that has no laughter in it! </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-21T01:10:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The infamous 'n' word...again...]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/the_infamous_n_wordagain.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> I went to the mall to add a few items to my kids' winter wardrobe-seeing as how it went from 80+ degrees to 36 degrees, wet and windy <span style="font-style: italic;">in one stinking week</span>... <br /> <br /> This black guy is walking with his son/brother-I don't know which-and their having a conversation-and it's 'nigga' this and 'nigga' that. "Come over here, nigga-let me see if this fits you..." etc. <br /> <br /> This was a little boy who was being reffered to as 'nigga'. And it was said in the tense of, "Come over here, man (or dude) let me see if this fits you." There was nothing threatening in the way he said it. It was nonchalant. <br /> <br /> I looked at him and he probably thought I was coming on to him but I was just not impressed with what I heard him calling this little boy. <br /> <br /> I was so hoping that word would have been eradicated out of the english language by now. <br /> <br /> Instead, it's being thrown around like it's no big deal-and maybe it's not anymore. <br /> <br /> I know the unspoken 'rule' that it's ok for black people to say nigger but not white people. But is it really? When so much degradation comes attached to it? You can't complain about others and their enslavement of your race while you're enslaving yourself...can you? I've been referred to as nigger before because to some, being half black is enough to warrant it. But on the other hand I could never, and will never, get away with using the word nigger-because I'm half white and there's nothing worse than a white person calling a black person 'nigger'. I don't know how it works-it's just how it is. <br /> <br /> Perhaps this is one of those things where 'bitch' is sort of a cheeky way to refer to oneself-I am one sexy bitch, eh? But if someone else calls me that, I go off the deep end-is that it? <br /> <br /> Well, I think nigger is a far worse word. It's certainly not something to use in a conversation, not with a young child. <br /> <br /> Maybe this is the day I find out the world has passed me by. Maybe this is the point in my life where things change in the world and I can't keep up. Maybe the best way to take the power out of a word is to use it over and over until it has no meaning. I know how languages and their words over time take different contexts and meanings. (Fags used to be cigarettes, did they not?) But does that mean if George Bush got on TV and said, "Hey look, I'm sorry what happened to all you niggers out there." when talking about Katrina, it would be ok? <span style="font-style: italic;">Doubt it. <br /> <br /> </span>Someone needs to explain to that little boy the baggage that that word drags behind it-the poison of it. But not until he's a little older. That word alone kept people enslaved for so, so long, even after slavery was abolished. It kept people enslaved in their minds- and their hearts. But now you hear it in movies, you hear it in song...God knows I love Tupac...but dear Lord, I wish we could just get rid of that word. <br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> <br /> <br /> </span> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[girl]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[evil]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[america]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-10-27T11:10:44-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Girl Scouts of America are evil...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>
...evil, evil, <span style="font-style: italic;">evil!</span><br />
<br />
With their fundraisers and their goodie selling and their yummy
Cranberry Trail Mix, with its succulent dried cranberries, and cashews
and banana chips and raisins--all laced with <span style="text-decoration: underline;">heroine</span>,
I tell you--because I can't stop eating the stuff-I'm addicted and
there's no way eating an entire can of this stuff can be good for
you...but I can't stop....evil, <span style="font-style: italic;">evil</span> Girl Scouts of America....<br />

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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[halloween]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[fairy dogfather]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-10-28T03:10:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Halloween entry]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Well, I think my 'mood' is on the downslope. I don't know that exercising did any good improving my mood like I thought it would. I think it just ran its course... <br /> <br /> <br />But I am feeling much better-still not happy with marriage-but my mood is much lighter. My kids and I turned the music up loud last night and made more cookies. And I bought way too much Halloween candy- I have a 6 gallon tub overflowing with Twix, Nerds, Milky Way, Runts, Hershey's, Bottlecaps, Almond Joy, Reese's PB cups-we are <span style="font-style: italic;">loaded</span>! We found a few things on sale that we didn't have before. We now have a talking pirate and a talking mirror and a rat with an upset stomach laying on the sideboard. Tonight we will frost the cookies, cupcakes, etc and watch scary movies. <br /> <br />One thing I can say, having been in this mood, I ran and trained harder this week and yesterday I did a pilates workout after I ran and noticed my strength has increased. So maybe being in a not so good mood has been good for one thing... <br /> <br />I got HenryDog a Halloween costume--fairy wings. He's going to be a fairy dogfather for Halloween! Get it? Fairy <span style="font-style: italic;">dog</span>father? Haha! Oh, I'm so fucking clever.... <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[fast food]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-10-30T11:10:34-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[De Lawd works in misteeeerious ways..]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/de_lawd_works_in_misteeeerious_ways.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Yesterday, I cleaned house. Husband and his son walk throught he door
from hunting. Within 15 minutes, there are wet, smelly socks on the
couch, shoes are thrown wherever and the kitchen has turkey, noodles,
salt and pepper all over the stove, counter and floor, and the sink is
piled high with dishes. Then the boy
riles up the dog and has him running through the house ninety miles an
hour. I said not a word. I left, went to a movie and then I went
grocery shopping. I knew I'd be the one to clean it all up-always am.
Getting all bent out of shape at them would have ruined my mood and I'm
tired of pissing into the wind. <br /><br />I went and saw a movie I knew nothing about- 'The Weatherman'. I got there at 7:13 and it started at 7:15 and the next movies didn't start until 7:30 and 7:45. I didn't want to wait. <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ironically, I picked a movie about a man who ignores his family</span>. (Sometimes, I think God just loves to fuck with me personally.) It was an okay movie-part of me wished my husband would have come but then, he never would have made the connection. Just like the character in the movie-he doesn't pay that much attention. The main character is named Dave Spritz (played by Nicolas Cage and I dislike Nicolas Cage-except in Raising Arizona) who's separated from his family. His daughter is overweight and unhappy, his teenage son just finishing rehab. No one around him is really happy. It's a meandering story-but the best part is that the guy is always getting fast food thrown at him. Which is central to the story but even more, it's really great to see Nicolas Cage get hit with Frosties and hot apple pies-and even falafel at one point. <br /><br />And because movies are supposed to have happy endings, one day he's sitting in a food court watching a bunch of unhappy people mindlessly nosh on fast food. He realizes that the fast food is easy to throw and throw out, even when people are not done eating it; that it is food, the fast and easy type, but not the nourishing type-just like himself as a person, he was not the nourishing type. And then it dawns on him what his father (Michael Caine-fabulous in this movie) has said to him before-that &quot;nothing worth it is easy&quot;. So of course he sees the error of his ways and makes amends. The end. (Did I ruin the movie for you? Sorry- you should have told me to stop...) <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nothing worth it is easy</span>. It floated around in my head as I shopped for groceries afterward. Nothing worth it is easy. Nothing. I thought of things that were not easy in my life. Giving birth. Easy? No. Worth it? Yeah. My marriage has not been easy lately. Does that mean if I stick with it, it will be worth it? How do I do that with someone who doesn't like anything that isn't easy? To me, certain things are worth fighting and fighting for. But fighting other people is a waste of energy. My life hasn't been easy but maybe that will mean in the end, I will have led a worthwhile life. I'm not in the habit of taking the easy way out-and I find people will get extremely perturbed at you for it. &quot;Why can't you just settle?&quot; is a phrase I can remember hearing early in life starting with my mother. But I don't settle and in then in the end, it always works out beautifully. I did this even in just getting a dog. I visited the kennel for weeks, every other day almost. If I had picked the first cute puppy I came across, we would have missed out on HenryDog. And just <span style="text-decoration: underline;">where</span> would we be without HenryDog? <span style="font-style: italic;">I do not even dare to think about it</span>...<br /><br />But always in the meanwhile of 'holding out' you're bombarded with challenges from people to just 'take what's there'. To do what's necessary and get on with life. Get on to what? If it's just a series of 'easy outs' what are you moving on to? You're not. You're floating around like a piece of lint, bumping into whatever gets in your path, ricocheting off of it and bumping into something else-something you may have never, <span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span> wanted to bump into to. <br /><br />After my son graduates, I am leaving this place and it has been on my mind, since we will visit New Zealand, to move there, if we like it, if only for a while. I've been wondering if I will be able to-physically, mentally, emotionally, financially. I love my country but I do not know what direction it is headed and I feel like I am swimming against the tide when I am surrounded by those who are making &quot;fast food&quot; their lifestyle. I feel that I would like to be in a place where I am not always on the defense. And maybe being in a country that has more sheep than people could do that. I would never abandon my country-just because it has problems now, doesn't mean it will always be that way. But perhaps after a break and a chance to focus and get perspective, I (and my sons), could be of more help to it. I've been wondering to myself if I should really do this-or if I should just stay in the states. My gut says says leave but I wonder- how the hell am I going to pull this off?<br /><br />Ok, God-I get ya. Nothing worth it is easy.<br /><br /> <br /><br /></p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-03T11:11:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[I aint no Pamela Anderson ]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/i_aint_no_pamela_anderson.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>
<span></span>I'm a size 2 with a DD chest. Sound sexy? Sound alluring? <span style="font-style: italic;">Bah.</span>
The only reason you might even think you'd be happy with that is
because of the way it sounds. Like when girls come up to me and say,
&quot;Oh, I'd <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> to have curly
hair!&quot; No you wouldn't. You can only say that because you ain't got
this poodly mess to rake through every morning. Think I get my hair
styled in those cute fashions? No. You only get two hairstyles with
this hair where frizz is the only option-tied back in a ponytail holder
or <span style="font-style: italic;">round</span>. Yes, if I wanted to
spend hours on my hair every morning I could press it, straighten it,
blow dry it, spray it and all that crap. That's also time I could be <span style="font-style: italic;">sleeping</span>.
So the hell with that. Grab me a ponytail holder and wallah! Let's pray
for a day with low humidity-that way no one will lose an eye. I feel
the same with make up. That's cutting into sleepy time and if it ain't
gonna stay on all day-screw it. This is the face God gave me. You don't
like it, take it up with Him.<br />

     Big boobs are probably great-when they're fake. Then they at least stay <span style="font-style: italic;">up</span>.
And when you get goddam sick and tired of the delivery guy staring at
them like a fat guy stares at a jelly donut or having the damn
things take on a life of their own while you're jogging, you can just
take 'em out. As I've mentioned before, I'm biracial-my dad is black,
my mother white. It's not a fact I try to beat into the ground but just
to let you know-I often feel cheated because I didn't get the half of
my father that could dance or sing- I got the the voluptuous-um, parts
that black women are blessed with. And even after a mammoplasty
reduction when I was 15-my cups still overfloweth. Ever had to find an
odd size bra? My ribcage is 30 and a half inches around. You try
finding a 30 -32 DD bra on the rack. Everyone assumes that if you're
walking around with that kind of cup size you're a 36 or higher. I've
made it work with a 34 but I am forever in search of a bra that <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">fits</span>.
A bra that I don't tug at, that doesn't make me itch, that doesn't
ride. A bra that doesn't make me do the bra cha-cha..1, 2, 3,  tug
and adjust...1, 2, 3, tug and adjust...All I want is something
that'll keep the damn things the hell out
of my way while I haul cases of pop and other crap through the oblivion
of the day. <br />

   I wasn't always a size 2. A few years before I was a size 6/7. Then a 5. Then a size 4. Last fall in a 6
week period, I magically dropped 20 pounds. And then one night,<span style="font-style: italic;"> I</span>
dropped to the floor
gasping for air, fighting to stay conscious, my heart beat all over the
place. I did manage to stay conscious but God knows know how long I lay
there, weeping, scared, not understanding what was happening to me. I
couldn't rise,
couldn't walk. Eventually, I crawled on all fours to the water cooler
for something to drink. My entire body was shaking as if a giant wave of electricity had
just shocked through me and the only thing I could think
was, &quot;This is not me. I don't do things like this. I don't get sick.&quot;
And then, embarassingly, as I sat huddled against the kitchen
wall taking
ragged breaths, I realized somewhere during the whole
episode I had vomited down the front of myself. My entire family was
asleep at the
time and I never said a word about it. It was when we were fighting yet
another battle in the 'War of the Stores' -too boring to go into.
Suffice it to say it was one of the fiercer ones. And I almost lost.
But I didn't. I'm a healthy person now. No serious damage. I hope.<br />

<br />

   Oh, and one more thing about sexy me.  I'll shave my legs.  Eventually.     
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[ego]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[bitterness]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[the pursuit of happiness]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-11-07T10:11:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Warfare of the Ego: Doing Away with the 'D' word...]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/warfare_of_the_ego_doing_away_with_the_d_word.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>
Deserve, deserve, deserve-what do I deserve? Do I deserve to be treated
like crap? Do I deserve to live like a queen? Do I deserve to be
slapped around? Do I deserve a cookie?<br />
<br />
I think if there is one word in the english language that is a sham, it
is the word &quot;deserve&quot;. Used in any tense- deserve, deserved,
deserving-it's all false, fake-like the Easter Bunny and the
Toothfairy. (For those of you who didn't know those were fake,
too-well, THEY ARE.)<br />
<br />
I am so sick of and despise the word 'deserve'. You wanna know why?
Because it makes people bitter. The next time that promotion at work
goes to the asskisser, the next time your neighbor wins the lottery
right when you're being evicted, the next time the sibling you hate who
married your old boyfriend/girlfriend mentions how wonderful their life
is together while you're going through a divorce--before you get
bitter-remember this:<br />
<br />
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS 'DESERVING'.<br />
<br />
We get screwed over when we're young. We're trained to think that good
things happen to good people because they deserve it and bad things
happen to bad people because they deserve it. And then comes the
twisted philosophy of 'If something bad happens to you, you must have
done something to deserve it'. Which twists again into 'If bad things happen
to bad people and this bad thing happened to me, I must, in some way,
be a bad person.'<br />
<br />
I must say to you, dear person, quite frankly: <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">fuck that shit</span>.
That's the biggest pile of doody and you have been brainwashed. It's
not that bad shit happens to bad people, or good shit happens to good
people; <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">it's that shit happens. </span>To everybody. <br />
<br />
In a town about 8 or 9 miles from where I'm sitting right now, they
arrested a man, the serial killer known as BTK. Here was a guy who
killed 10 people in a 30 year span. On purpose. He <span style="font-style: italic;">picked</span> his victims. He knew <span style="font-style: italic;">exactly</span>
what he was going to do with them. Was he a good man? No. But he had a
life, a wife, a family, a house, a car, an education, a career, an
income, a leadership position in his church...did he 'deserve' any of
that? <span style="font-style: italic;">Does a guy, who goes forth, with malice aforethought, to take the living breath out of another human being 'deserve' <span style="text-decoration: underline;">any</span> of that?</span> Likewise, explain to me, <span style="font-style: italic;">specifically</span>, what the victims, and the families of the victims, did to deserve the horror brought upon them?<br />
<br />
Perhaps you deserve a break in life. We all deserve one of those, don't we? Merriam-Webster defines 'deserve' as <span style="font-style: italic;">to be worthy of</span>.
We're all waiting 'to be worthy' of something, aren't we? And when it
comes-when we get what we 'deserve'(i.e.-what we're worthy of)-we'll
know for sure-we're a good person. Right? Except when that good thing
doesn't happen. When it's something not so good. And then we get sad
and bitter because we find out we're not quite 'worthy' yet. The ghost
of a whisper in you says-When? When will I be worthy? You count your
penances, playing the martyr-like staying after work when you don't
want to, volunteering for the school and 13 other organizations,
becoming a doormat and letting your spouse and kids walk all over
you--is that not enough? When will it be enough? When will I 'deserve'?<br />
<br />
Never.<br />
<br />
And what about that asshole you can't stand? You know she's crooked and
you know he's a philandering deadbeat-what did they do to 'deserve' to
win that trip to the Bahamas? <br />
<br />
Nothing.<br />
<br />
There is no such thing as 'deserving', I tell you. <br />
<br />I will also tell
you, firmly, with your face in my hands, looking deep into your eyes,
and yours into mine-you do not need to wait anymore. You never did. You
are already good, you were good all along and no matter what you do or
don't do-you will<span style="font-style: italic;"> always</span> be good. <br />
<br />
No more beating yourself up. Smile more, worry less. When the good
things happen, rejoice. When the bad things happen wave it off, like
you would a gnat. Not worrying about 'deserving' so much leaves <span style="font-style: italic;">a lot</span> of time to enjoy life-<span style="font-style: italic;">like you're supposed to be doing. </span>:) <br style="font-style: italic;" />
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-08T08:11:57-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Dynamic weirdness...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <span>Having children makes for weird dynamics. I have always sworn I would never be my childrens' friend, that I would always be their mother because they would have plenty of time for friends throughout life. Friends would come and go. But as their mother I would always be there. So I have stuck to my guns. And now my kids are two of my closest friends. There is a dynamic that has developed without even meaning or trying to. I am 'momfriend'. It's weird. But I like it.:) <br /> <br /> Likewise, I did not know a parent could be jealous of a child. No, the word is envious. I know parents can be 'jealous' of a child in the wrong way-seen that happen before. But I am outright envious of my youngest son in that he already knows what he wants to be. Most children want to be many things when they grow up. Some children focus on something and then in the end it materializes into something else. But I have a very good feeling that if he does not become 'this' it will be something very closely related to it. And I'm glad but at the same time it sucks because<span style="font-style: italic;"> I</span> still don't know what I want to be when I grow up...how can he know? But he does and I envy having that much drive and focus-a life's goal. He's so lucky. Maybe he will have mercy on me and give me a job when he gets older.... <br /> <br /> Having kids is so much fun when you don't put any pressure on them to be anything in particular. I'm not talking about letting them grow like weeds. They need structure and consistency in their lives but when they are given room to grow, it's just interesting to watch them bloom into these personalities with their tics and traits. I only hope they use their powers for good! lol <br /> I think they will. <br /> I hope they will. </span> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[death]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[tired]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[old soul]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-11-14T10:11:37-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[My life is a nightmare from which I cannot awake.]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/my_life_is_a_nightmare_from_which_i_cannot_awake.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>
I think some people
are able to enjoy life better than others. I'm able to enjoy things <span style="font-style: italic;">in</span> life, I just don't enjoy living much. Not really. Perhaps I've been reincarnated too many times...<br />
<br />
I'm going through yet another bad experience in life, traumatic.
Something that will affect me negatively for the rest of my life.
Again. I know they say life is what you make it. 'You gotta make lemonade out
of lemons'. But too much trauma and drama tends to make the soul tired.
I am tired. I won't profess to have seen it all but in a sense there is
nothing new under the sun. <br />
<br />
It's when you look at a person or hear their story or see an event and
you are able to
take the probabilities and see the possible conclusions. You watch them
unfold, commenting occasionally. People say, &quot;How can you know what you
know?&quot; The same way I can navigate myself through the house in the dark without stubbing one toe...
<br />
<br />
It's when I cut to the chase after hearing
someone talk circles around themselves. I get that hurt and
wounded look, the deer in the headlights look. The look of someone who
never wanted to go down 'that' road or actually that was still reveling
in the tension of their dilemma. But in my mind, people want to
solve their problems like I do so the energy can be conserved for better things. Not everybody is of the same mind. But I always
forget that. <br />
<br />
I take pleasure in the little things. Otherwise it's all the same. I
like to read the birth and engagement announcements in the paper. I
like to make faces at little kids in the grocery store. When people
stare at me in a restaurant I stuff food all in my teeth and upper lip
and smile big at them. The things I have gone (and go) through have
worn me out and worn me down- almost to insanity.<br />
<br />
On one end, I know I
will only get 80-90 years out of an eternity to be here and I don't
want to waste it being unhappy if I don't need to. On the other-I honor
my obligations, always will-but I really don't want to be here anymore.
Nothing new; I've felt like that since the very beginning. It's not
that life is too boring to keep me interested,
it's just that
I feel like-&quot;It's been done.&quot; I am reminded of the part in 'Finding
Fish; The Story of Antoine Fisher' where as a child, he stops and looks
at the children around him and sees how shiny and new they look but he
is not new, nor shiny and never would be even if he were wearing all
new clothes, he would look old in the new clothes. He said he was like
'a set of new tires that had been driven too far in too short of a
time'. That is the description that fits good and true. So much so,
it's like slipping into a warm bath and I think I hear my soul sigh. I
have my own metaphor, too. I feel like I'm waiting for the bus to
come and in the meanwhile I'm just amusing myself at the bus stop-at
everyone else's expense. <br />
<br />There are days when I wonder if I missed the bus-too late or too early?
And sometimes I wish my bus stop was in 'a nicer part of town'. (I
seem to be at the bus stop with all the derelicts.) I may not know when the bus is coming but I never forget that it is. I
can fight, scream and yell but it won't stop the bus from coming. I can
make a million dollars but the bus will come anyway. I can sabotage
myself but the bus will get here sooner or later. I'll just sit and
wait for the bus and in the meanwhile I will keep myself busy with
things that are meaningful to me until it gets here. I see now that I will
have to take flak from those who think I am not 'doing it right'. There
is a certain kind of peace that comes with waiting that people
will envy.  But there will be no regrets, no tears, no sad goodbyes
when I get on the bus having said what I meant and meant what I
said, having gone where I wanted to go and having done what needed doing. <br />
<br />

We all live through times that we wish had never happened upon us, just
like old Gandalf said, but it's what we do with that time given to us that
counts. <br />
<br />
How nice that we all have a choice. <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*sigh*</span><br />
<br />
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<br />

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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-14T03:11:34-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Hamburger Hill]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>
I can feel it coming. I can. I can feel it in the air. It's coming.<br />
<br />
Trouble.<br />
<br />
I smell it.<br />
<br />
Fighting. Battle. Stress.<br />
<br />
I know it's coming because it's been too quiet for too long. <br />
<br />
I have no desire to fight anymore.<br />
<br />
I know what will happen.<br />
<br />
I know that since the only thing I am doing is trying to get the kids
through the end of the school year, I know that will be jeopardized.
Because anything I aim and focus on is always disrupted. I know it will
happen because it's simple and nothing can ever be left alone and
simple. There has to be a fight.<br />
<br />
People say you have to be careful not to create what you fear. I don't.
I keep to myself and that will attract the wild indians like flies to
shit. If you do not make trouble for yourself, it will be brought to
you in one form or another. You cannot go through life unchallenged.
But I know combat more than I know peace and I'm too fuckin' tired
anymore. <br />
<br />
One day at a time. Breathe. And try to get to that place where I can look back down the hill and say I made it. Again. <br />
<br />
Isn't there anything else? Do you have anything else for me besides this? <br />
<br />
Unsheath your sword then.<br />

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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-14T11:11:57-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Holeeee Sh*t]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/holeeee_sht.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>
LOL!! I told you I was worn out to insanity...I took the personality
disorder quiz or whatever it's called...the only thing I scored low in
was antisocial and dependence....I'm a paranoid
schizophrenic...HAHHAHAHAHHAA....<span style="font-style: italic;">wait</span>-why am I laughing? Are <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> laughing? Are you laughing at <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span>? Maybe not but you were going to laugh at me, weren't you? <span style="font-style: italic;">Weren't you</span>? I knew it! <span style="font-style: italic;">I knew it</span>! You're out to get me! I knew it! <span style="font-style: italic;">*bursts into tears*<br />
<br />
</span>You can't laugh at me...everyone wants to <span style="font-style: italic;">be</span> like <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span>....I'm too fabulous...It's not my fault I'm so clever...it's your fault! <span style="font-style: italic;">All your fault</span>! I hate you! I hate you!<span style="font-style: italic;"> *throws chair across room*<br />
<br />
</span>Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry- I don't know where that came from!
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13 words in that sentence) I'm usually not
like that.(1,2,3,4,5 words in that sentence) Because I really try to
keep a low profile.(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 words in that sentence) *<span style="font-style: italic;">giggles profusely</span>* I'm really embarrassed..(1,2,3, words in that sentence)<br />
<br />
oh my god-did you see that woman just get hit by that bus? ...I wonder if she's gonna finish her sandwich...I'll go ask...<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Are you still here? Why can't you just leave me alone?<br />
<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-15T12:11:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[vaccuums SUCK]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>
<span>Can you feel its fear? I can...before I ever open the box.<br />
It was afraid when it saw me coming down the aisle...<br />
<br style="font-style: italic;" />
<span style="font-style: italic;">...which one, which one...?</span><br />
<br />
Who will be my victim this time?<br />
<br />
Who will come home with me and in 3-4 months end up...<br />
<br />
IN THE VACCUUM GRAVEYARD?!!!<br />
<br />
I got a new vaccuum today.<br />
<br />
I kill them. I don't know how but I do. Probably because I can put as
many miles on them as I can a car. (I kill cars, too.) Go through 'em
like water, I tell ya. I've tried every brand. I love Hoovers the best.
I had one that lasted 3 years- it was my husband's mother's. He ended up
with it after she passed. It was one of the expensive ones. But I
haven't bought another one yet-I'm just never in a position to do it.
When I have the money, the vaccuum I have is working fine, so I don't
think about it. When the vaccuum I have dies, it's at a time I can't or
don't feel comfortable forking over $300 for one. An employee's
father sells Kirby's. I want one but his supervisor tried to push me
into buying one over the phone and it pissed me off-I don't like to be
pushed into anything.<br />
So I had a Bissell. And I killed her. And now I have a Dirt Devil. I've
had Dirt Devils before. (Actually, they go the quickest but my husband
picked it
out. What does he know?) When I am done murdering it, I shall once
again prowl the vaccuum aisle and they all will crouch in fear of
me...man, <span style="font-style: italic;">that's</span> power...<br />
<br />
<br />
Winter showed up today with a blustery vengeance. It makes me think of
how this will be my last Kansas winter-come hell or high water- and how
I'd really, <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> like to
live where it never dips past 68 in the wintertime...right-Fiji it is,
then. I cannot do the cold. Not only do I not like it, I can't seem to
function in it, no matter how many layers of clothes I wear. It puts me
in a mean, no good nasty mood. <br />
<br />
I wandered the house today picking up useless things and throwing them
away, papers and other junk.Walking around and eyeing things to pack
that we won't need or won't be missed if it's not in the house-the few
'decorative' items I have picked up through the years-that haven't been
broken yet. I figure if I do away with 2-3 items a day, the house won't
be so cluttered and by the time it is time to get the hell out of Dodge
we can do so with little effort---just GO! My poor dog, bless him,
wants to go out but I find my doggy and me are souls of the same
suit-he is a fairweather dog-he don't care for the cold either.<br /><br />Going to a movie now. Zathura.<br />Hope it doesn't suck-like my vaccuums- that don't suck...but suck...oh, hell-whatever....<br />
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  <dc:date>2005-11-18T06:11:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[ bestest friends]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Once again, I walk around for days, hungry, and nothing tastes right. Nothing sounds good. Nothing satiates. Until today. My best friend calls out of the blue and says "N&amp;J's." Greek food. Vegetarian platter. Hommos. Grape leaves stuffed with chick peas and rice. Beer. <br /> <br />That is why he is my soul mate. <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-28T12:11:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Releasing the energy of past entries]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/releasing_the_energy_of_past_entries.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> I went through and deleted a bunch of my past entries. I know most people like to keep theirs and read them so they can see what they were doing a year back or so but I myself see it as a release. Let it all go. I am the boat and the wake behind the boat is my past. Keeping all that energy around-to me-is like keeping a cruddy pair of tennis shoes in the house that just stink the place up. I'm not a pack rat, so I turn things loose. I keep certain things of course. The good things. But the negative things-I don't need to live there anymore, so I get rid of them-send it off like ashes on the wind. <br /> <br /> <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[email]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[inbox]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[dirty pics]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-11-30T08:11:10-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[On the subject of e-mails....]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/on_the_subject_of_emails.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> I love certain people for who they are but I hate what they e-mail me. Don't e-mail me the chain letters. Please? I hate when it's a 'send this to 40 people <span style="text-decoration: underline;">right</span> <span style="text-decoration: underline;">now</span>--<span style="font-style: italic;">OR JESUS WON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE!!</span>' chain letter. For one: I have <span style="font-weight: bold;">3</span> people in my e-mail address book (plus I can't send my dirty e-mails to my mom-I can but it's a waste of humor on her-so it's more like <span style="font-style: italic;">2</span>). I hate when it says: send it back to me. I do. But I don't want to. You're not 'my special buddy'. I'm not thinking of you. I <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> hope you have a decent day. After all, I don't want it to suck so bad you kill yourself. You still owe me ten bucks. But I'm not going to crud up your inbox with rainbows and kittens, for the love of pete. <br /> <br /> The other one I hate is the 'back in my day' e-mail. You know what I'm talking about-'Back in our day we used to eat dirt and wipe our asses with pineapples. Not like today with their fancy 'foods' and 'toilet paper'..." You know why I don't like that? Because, my answer is 'SO WHAT!' They didn't have polio vaccinations back in the day either, does that mean we should have to go without because <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> did? So kids today have air conditioning in school..<span style="font-style: italic;">SO WHAT</span>...you think they invented it and brought it with them? They were born into it! It's what they've always known! Stop holding it against them! Hell, if you're so against children having air conditioning in school, <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> were there when it was invented-why didn't you stop it? Yeah, kids have video games and they aren't as active as they should be. <span style="font-style: italic;">Children live what they learn</span>. Somewhere the 'stick' didn't get passed on and <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> were the last one holding it! <br /> (And by the way, when I read those things I think, no wonder teenagers don't trust adults. They didn't invent any of the stuff mentioned but they're poo-pooed for it-in fact, it's all a huge repeated cycle of things that happen in<span style="font-style: italic;"> every</span> generation. <span style="font-style: italic;">Why</span> do we insist on alienating them?) <br /> <br /> And as I have mentioned before- I hate the 'live for the day', 'accomplish your dreams' e-mails. I'm a huge proponent of the "say what you mean and mean what you say" campaign. When you tell someone to do something you won't do yourself, it's coming from an insincere place and you're doing it because it sounds good at the moment. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Say what you mean and mean what you say</span>. That way if someone takes your advice you don't turn into a total asshole and try to sabotage them. <br /> <br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">DO</span> send me the e-mails of the dirty jokes/pictures (no kids, animals, vegetables in orifices or anything else illegal) so I can pass them on to my two other victims, er, e-mail buddies-including my mom if I think it won't make her squawk like a chicken...Don't crud up my inbox with rainbows and kittens, crud it up with immoral filth, like Mother Nature intended! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[learning]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-11-30T11:11:01-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[My unhappy list]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/my_unhappy_list.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> This whole situation with my husband wanting to have a hamburger joint got me to thinking as to what our previous experience has taught me. This is <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> truth, not yours-so shutup if you don't like it. <br /> <br /> <ul>   <li>I learned that just because someone refers to you as 'wife' does not necessarily mean you will have a voice or opinion that counts. To some men, the word 'wife' equals 'enemy'. A 'we' vs. 'they' mentality makes for a shitty partnership. A united front cannot be made possible when there is division in the ranks.     <br />   </li>   <li>I learned to never ignore your gut, no matter what. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">NO. MATTER. WHAT.</span>     <br />   </li>   <li>I learned to never fight someone else's battles. Let them clean up their own mess. Anyone who is ok with letting you do that is of questionable and lousy character.     <br />   </li>   <li>I learned that<span style="font-style: italic;"> nobody-</span>not even those closest to you- is looking out for you-and that the ability to do just that requires a selflessness that most people do not have because it requires courage to put yourself last. Not many people do things without their own agenda somewhere under the surface.   </li>   <li>I learned when a group of men get together, they can revert to<span style="font-style: italic;"> apes</span>.   </li>   <li>I learned it is better for kids to be <span style="text-decoration: underline;">from</span> a broken home than to exist in one.   </li>   <li>I learned that if you ask logical and reasonable questions and no one has any answers or seems to avoid giving any answers--<span style="font-style: italic;">haul ass</span>.   </li>   <li>I learned that you <span style="text-decoration: underline;">will</span> physically live through the most emotionally, mentally and psychologically torturous days you've <span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span> experienced and all you can do some days is live from one breath to the other. There <span style="text-decoration: underline;">will</span> be a day where you'll be able to look back at it all. And in some instances, that's all that matters. Not that you 'get' something from it or take it as some 'enlightening learning experience'-but that you literally just survive. You can turn it into a chapter of your lifestory <span style="font-style: italic;">later</span>.   </li>   <li>I learned I can be hard as steel. I can chew nails and spit rivets. I'm afraid of very little anymore. I was meant to run and own businesses.     <br />   </li>   <li>I learned being afraid is a nice luxury. I miss it some days.     <br />   </li>   <li>I learned I am not stupid.   </li>   <li>I learned that any man who lets or makes you cry-<span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span>- and worry about your future, the roof over your head or the future of your children is <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> a man and should not have a high chance of being in your life much longer. Live safe, not in danger. It's possible that there is no such thing as reincarnation. This life may be<span style="font-style: italic;"> it</span>.     <br />   </li>   <li>I learned that you can be enough, just not enough for some people.   </li>   <br />   <br /> </ul> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[selfishness]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[selflessness]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[martyrdom]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[self-sacrifice]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-12-01T11:12:40-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[To clarify:]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/to_clarify.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>When I speak of selflessness, I do not speak of martyrdom. I do not speak of sacrificing yourself when I speak of selflessness, I speak of the ability to look at a person and situation and say, &quot;Your peace is my peace.&quot; I speak of selflessness in the terms that you are able to put your fears aside for the well being of others.<br /><br />Martyrdom is when you do things out of selfish means and act like someone has a gun to your head. Unless you're in a bank robbery, there is no gun to your head. Nobody has to do anything in this life. <span style="font-style: italic;">Nothing</span>. You either will or you won't. Either you are capable of doing without expecting or you do things and put yourself through hell for sympathy points, the focus being <span style="text-decoration: underline;">you</span> and your 'hard' life-not the act of truly giving as part of a cycle.<br /><br />I do not speak of selflessness as <span style="text-decoration: underline;">self-sacrifice</span>, where you punish yourself over and over and over hoping someday someone somewhere will realize your value. Because, after a few years, when nobody notices what you've failed to notice yourself (your own value) the end result is bitterness. <br /><br />I speak of selflessness as the ability to take the fear/s you have, fold them up, tuck them into your back pocket and go forward anyway. Selfishness is saying, &quot;Woops, sorry! My anger/fear/ego/hatred/bitterness/sadness, etc is more important than your well being.&quot; It says &quot;Sorry, you're just not enough.&quot; But at the same time we still expect utter loyalty from those around us. I ask you, who really trusts someone who says-'I'll be there for ya no matter what-as long as it suits me.'?<br /><br />I speak of selflessness that requires the courage to say-'I have fear/s. But your peace is my peace.' It's not easy to put the self aside. We don't want to be last. We don't want to be 'left behind'. We want to be in the crowd, a part of the group. We want to know that we are good. Believe it or not, sometimes salvation is in the places we don't want to be. <br />
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[i luhve my dawg]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-12-01T04:12:06-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[No Henry Puppies...ever?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> Somebody asked me something that made me kind of sad today. Someone asked me if I had thought of selling HenryDog puppies. You have to understand that my dog has achieved celebrity status here in Sleepyville. Everyone knows who HenryDog is-he's at the store or people see us out running and they wave-at the dog, not me. <br /> <br /> I thought for a second of a litter of big black doofuses all running and yipping and falling over themselves and eachother and I thought of how much I would really, <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> love that...but then it dawned on me-we got Henry from the Humane Society and they spay and neuter animals before they adopt them out again. Henry's balls are gone. <br /> <br /> This sucks. He's got beautiful lines and a wonderful, loving temperament. He's goofy-and he knows it. (Think Scooby Doo-but he's really not afraid of anything-except those two mean dachsunds down the street.) He's a good companion. The other night he had an itchy spot on his back and he was laying on his back, wiggling back and forth, pedaling his legs in the air and he had these guttural vocalizations going on that sounded like "Ah-yuh yuh, ahh yuh yuh, ahhhh rih, ahhhh rih ahhhh roooo rooo ahh roo roo..." I couldn't help it, a stifled laugh burst out of me and he flipped over and looked at me like "Watchoo laughin at?" His ear was all flipped over and retarded looking, which made me laugh even harder. So he jumps up on the couch, puts his paw on my shoulder and looks me in the eye, like "<span style="font-style: italic;">Itch me</span>." So I scratched his back and there he went again, "Ah, yuh yuh, ahhh yuh, yuh, yuh..." He is quite the character. <br /> <br /> He must have been an adorable puppy. He's still an adorable puppy to me. An adorable 90 pound puppy. But I wish they'd hurry up and find a way to do artificial inseminations without requiring a sperm cell. I read that that was something they were working on. You take a sperm cell, scrape out the DNA, insert DNA from another source-like hair or skin- and mix it with an egg and voila--we could have HenryDog puppies! A litter of puppies rolling around on their backs with their absurd father and a chorus of "Ahh, yuh yuh, ahhh yuh yuh, ahh rooo roo..." <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[nightmare]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-12-02T08:12:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Here's a telling dream...]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/heres_a_telling_dream.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> I dream I'm cleaning up a room, my sons' room I think. <span style="font-style: italic;">Really</span> cleaning-as in moving furniture and vaccuuming and dusting baseboards, etc. I have two fish in separate bowls and their water is <span style="text-decoration: underline;">really</span> dirty. So I decide to clean one of the fishbowls. I get it all cleaned up and my husband comes in and says something to me and I tell him I have to clean the other fishbowl. He picks up the dirty fishbowl and pours it into the clean fishbowl. I start yelling at him, asking him why he did that, that I had just cleaned the one fishbowl and that the two fish weren't even supposed to be in the same bowl together and before my very eyes the one fish grows giant teeth and bites the other fish and starts eating him. It was&nbsp; <span style="text-decoration: underline;">gross</span>. I was so angry and in tears. I kept asking my husband why, <span style="font-style: italic;">why</span> he did not listen to anything I said, why he couldn't do what I asked, why he had to ruin everything. I asked him what his motivation was in putting the dirty water into the clean. I demanded to know if it was a turn on to just destroy everything, if that was the way it was always going to have to be...dreams can seem so ridiculous in the hours you're awake but I still feel the helplessness and the digust- and horror at the fish growing teeth-think Van Helsing-and latching on to the other fish. *<span style="font-style: italic;">nausea</span>* <br /> <br /> Likewise, the night before, I have a dream that I follow this man, who I do not know, into a house. It was my old house, I think. The first one I remember living in before we moved to the bigger one. It was not in disrepair but no one had taken any special care of it. The stucco had been painted a powder blue and the yard was weedy and the grass scorched. The minute I got in the house I knew I was in trouble. I didn't even struggle as the man forced me onto the couch-but nothing happened because I reasoned my way out of 'it'. I actually talked him out of a rape. I run out into the street to tell my mother and I tell her I talked the man out of doing 'something' to me. She sneers "Waddya mean 'doing something' to you?" So I stomp my foot. I wanted to punch her- I did, in the arm- and tell her I talked him out of raping me and she just shakes her head at me and says "Oh-is that all?" And acts like I had just told her the sky was blue--and instantly I am in 7th grade again. Not there- but the feeling of that time frame. It was back to the emotion I felt when I told her one of her boyfriends had approached me for 'pictures' for $50 and she walked away from me and said -"I don't know what you're talking about." Then she ignored me for the rest of the week. I went<span style="font-style: italic;"> right back</span> to that place. I was so flabbergasted and let down, I ran away. I don't know where. It was LA-probably to a Starbucks... <br /> <br /> I dream this because I know I'm stressed and grieving. But these dreams together....I usually dream of cuh-razy shit-flying purple poodles and donuts from outer space, shit like that. But this, <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> is a double whammy. Tonight, I sleep with the help of a friend. A boy. A tallboy. Named Coors Lite.... <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[dreams]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[interpretation]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[resolving the past]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-12-04T06:12:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Dreams Interpreted]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/dreams_interpreted.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>To have two dreams in a row that really shook me is so out of my realm of 'normal' I took a look at a dream dictionary and this is what I've found. You're supposed to focus on the things in the dream that really stand out to you, so this is what I came up with. <br /> <br /> <b> I dream I'm <font color="#cc33ff">cleaning</font> up a room, my sons' room I think. <span style="font-style: italic;">Really</span> cleaning-as in moving furniture and vaccuuming and dusting baseboards, etc. <br /> </b> <p class="MsoNormal"><font color="#cc00ff">To dream that you are cleaning, implies that you are removing some negativity in your life and overcoming major obstacles. You are moving ahead toward a new stage in your life. In particular, if you are cleaning your house, then it signifies that you need to clear out your thoughts and get rid of your old ways and habits. You are seeking self-improvement.   <br /> </font> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /><b> I have two<font color="#ff3300"> <i>fish</i></font> in separate <font color="#66ccff"><i>bowls</i></font> and their <i><font color="#33cc33">water</font></i> is <span style="text-decoration: underline;">really</span> dirty. So I decide to clean one of the fishbowls.   <br /> </b><font color="#ff3300"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">To see fish swimming in your dream, signifies insights from your unconscious mind.</span></font>   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font color="#66ccff"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">To see an aquarium/fisbowl in your dream, signifies that you have acknowledged your emotions but have not yet confronted them. Thus, it may refer to your unconscious thoughts or repressed sexual desires. Also, you may feel that your life is going no where or that you feel it is going in circles. </span></font>   <br /> <font color="#ff3300"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"></span></font><font color="#33cc33">To see water in your dream, symbolizes your unconscious and your emotional state of mind. Water is the living essence of the psyche and the flow of life energy.<span style=""> </span>It is also symbolic of spirituality, knowledge, healing and refreshment.</font><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"> <font color="#33cc33">To see muddy or dirty water in your dream, indicates that you are wallowing in your negative emotions</font>.   <br />   <br /> </span> </p><b>I get it all cleaned up and my husband comes in and says something to me and I tell him I have to clean the other fishbowl. He picks up the dirty fishbowl and pours it into the clean fishbowl</b>.<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"></span> <p class="MsoNormal">This part I've had a 'sit-and-think' about. In my dream I think I told my husband, I was 'almost done' and he immediately picks up one fishbowl and pours it in the other. He doesn't pour the clean into the dirty- he pours the dirty into the clean. If the second (dirty) fishbowl was 'his' then it could point to sabotage-or knowing things are about to 'change' because I am 'almost done' he delays this by creating a situation that was unnecessary...which is why I got so pissed-because I do feel that he does this, I do feel that he creates chaos to keep things from progressing naturally... </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /> <b>I start yelling at him, asking him why he did that, that I had just cleaned the one fishbowl and that the two fish weren't even supposed to be in the same bowl together and before my very eyes the one fish grows giant teeth and bites the other fish and starts eating him. It was <span style="text-decoration: underline;">gross</span>.   <br /> </b><font color="#ff99cc"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">To see intestines in your dream signifies evil, disaster, and extreme misfortune.   <br /> <font color="#000000"><font color="#ffffff">(Don't even know if fish have intestines--it was just a horrifying scene of carnage....) </font>   <br /> </font></span></font> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font color="#ff99cc"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font color="#000000">   <br /> </font></span></font><b> I was so angry and in tears. I kept asking my husband why, <span style="font-style: italic;">why</span> he did not listen to anything I said, why he couldn't do what I asked, why he had to ruin everything. I asked him what his motivation was in putting the dirty water into the clean. I demanded to know if it was a turn on to just destroy everything, if that was the way it was always going to have to be...   <br /> </b>They say anger in dreams is just that-anger.   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /> I am definitely looking to improve myself, yet again. I feel there's always room for it and hey, I got nothin' but time anyway...I wrote previously that about every 5 years, I go through a life change and it is moving into that time now. <i>(Time to clean the fishbowl!</i>   <img src="http://www.mindsay.com/xinha/plugins/InsertSmiley/smileys/0011.gif" alt="Smiley">) I don't know <i>why</i> I feel the need to do it-it's just something that happens. In all honesty, it seems like I always end up leaving the person in my life behind during those times. Not on purpose, it just seems like they think just because I'm changing or improving as a human being that I'm leaving them behind somehow. I'm not. But they seem to get so threatened by it. I don't think I am going anyplace they can't go but they don't seem to think they can...They get so frightened that they begin to -what I call -'throw rocks at me' and I get upset at that because I thought that they would be the ones to truly encourage me to be the best that I could be, to seek out my truth. But they don't. I really and honestly have a hard time believing that people are really content to be malcontent. In my gut I feel that is a lie and I know logically people can be too scared to do anything about it-it's just hard for me to swallow that they would keep others from attaining their peace...   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><b><u>My other dream</u>: </b></i>   <br />   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>Likewise, the night before, I have a dream that I follow this man, who I do not know, into a house. It was<font color="#ffcc00"> my old house</font>, I think.</b> <b>It was not in disrepair but no one had taken any special care of it.</b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font color="#ffcc00">To see a house in your dream, represents your own soul and self. </font> </p> <font color="#ffcc00"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">To see an old, run-down house in your dream, represents your old beliefs, attitudes and how you used to think or feel. A situation in your current life may be bringing about those same old attitudes and feelings</span></font> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /> <b>The stucco had been painted a<font color="#00ccff"> powder blue</font>.   <br /> </b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font color="#00ccff">Blue represents truth, wisdom, heaven, eternity, devotion, tranquility, loyalty and openness. The presence of this color in your dream, may symbolize your spiritual guide and your optimism of the future. You have clarity of mind.   <br /> </font> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /> <b>The minute I got in the house I knew I was in trouble. I didn't even struggle as the man forced me onto the couch-but nothing happened because I reasoned my way out of 'it'. I actually talked him out of a <font color="#cc0099">rape</font>.   <br /> </b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font color="#cc0099">It suggests that you are feeling violated in some way. Something or someone is jeopardizing your self-esteem and emotional well-being. You feel that someone or something is being forced upon you.   <br /> </font> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font color="#cc0099">   <br /> </font><b>I run out into the street to tell my <font color="#9999ff">mother</font> and I tell her I talked the man out of doing 'something' to me. She sneers "Waddya mean 'doing something' to you?" So I stomp my foot. I wanted to punch her- I did, in the arm- and tell her I talked him out of raping me and she just shakes her head at me and says "Oh-is that all?" And acts like I had just told her the sky was blue...   <br /> </b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font color="#9999ff">To dream that you are having a conversation with your mother, denotes a matter that has preoccupied your mind and you are not sure how to deal with it in your waking life. It indicates unresolved problems that still need to be worked out with your mother.   <br /> </font> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font color="#9999ff"><font color="#000000"> <font color="#ffffff">   <br /> </font> <b><font color="#ffffff">I found this by accident- but when I tell my mother of the incident and she blows me off- I remember catching a glimpse of a</font><font color="#66cccc"> police</font> <font color="#ffffff">car speeding through the neighborhood. </font>   <br /> </b></font></font> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font color="#66cccc">To see the police in your dream, indicates some failure to perform or to honor obligations and commitments.</font> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font color="#66cccc"> </font> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font color="#cc0099"> </font> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">It's no new concept that my husband and my mother are pretty much the same people-give or take the facial hair. They are so alike that everything my husband does reeks of what I lived through with my mother. My husband rushed into a business venture without thinking and in a nice way of putting things, 'disaster struck'. My mother used to do the same thing-except with men. She'd rush into a relationship/marriage with someone she barely knew (like my husband rushed into his venture with a person he barely knew) and, ahem, disaster would ensue. It would be nothing but chaos. Then they both whine and bitch about everything and everyone who did them wrong until the next business venture/man comes along. Then it's like nothing ever happened and they're at it again...Of course, all the meanwhile, I'm trying to be the voice of reason in a hurricane of stupidity and I should have known better. I was too young to understand how to not get caught up in my mother's BS-but I should have known with my husband-but I did it anyway and that's why I'm so mad at myself. I didn't recognize that history was repeating itself...not until it was too late.( I'm a slow learner.) I find it very significant that in my dream, I was able to talk and convince a rapist out of doing something that they almost can't control-yet neither my husband or my mother refuse to hear me. Not that they can't <i>physically</i> hear me-they refuse to recognize or validate traumatizing situations that aren't their own. It was <a href="http://jarella.mindsay.com/" style="text-decoration: none ! important;" class="msuser">jarella</a> who pointed out to me that in both dreams I wasn't being heard and that is a major big point with me. I jokingly said that maybe that is why I am so mouthy-because I try to get people to hear me...? But maybe it is not so much a joke...   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /> But I question why I am here again. Am I supposed to resolve this issue somehow? I never resolved it with mom because-she wouldn't hear me. My mother, just like my husband, floats on the surface of everything. Everything is utter chaos-but I know that is a trick to keep the dust kicked up so you never have to deal with what's in front of you. When the mind is quiet it returns to itself and sometimes confronting the self is the scariest thing a person can do-so they don't. They continually put themselves in situations that will never contribute to a moment's peace.   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /> I truly think the reason I did not see this in my husband before is when I met him he was doing extremely well in his job and had been for years. I think he placed all his stock in that basket. After a few years when he got the opportunity to run his own business, he was overconfident in his abilities. When the rug got ripped out from under him, he had nothing to stand on. He had defined himself externally and when 'the job' wasn't there to gauge himself with, he imploded. We had not been through anything really bad until this. And now that we are here, I feel like I know where this will go because I've seen it already with my mother. Honestly, I'm not interested in where its going and honestly again-there will be nothing I can say or do that will make a difference unless <b><i>he</i></b> wants it to be different for himself....   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /> I let the ball roll where it will. I know better than to try and control the motion of the ocean or the rising of the sun in the east...   <br /> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-06T12:12:26-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[No wonder]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>I'm not at my best , I haven't been out to run because even though the sun is shining and there isn't a cloud in the sky, it's so bitter cold I'm afraid my eyeballs will freeze open- or freeze shut from the tears from the damn wind. <br /> <br /> I'm working on a lot. Trying to figure things out and at the root of my peeves right now is people not honoring their obligations. People with screwed up priorities. Things that have been a peeve of mine since before I knew what a pet peeve was. I've figured out, yes, I do have a lot of repressed anger- not because I hold it in to keep from upsetting people-it's because when the people you're angry with refuse to even acknowledge it, what do you do? Jesus Christ, no wonder I can run 7 miles at a time. <br /> <br /> I don't like that I worry about other people's obligations more than they do. But if your priority is pokernight over child support, it's hard to believe you're gonna take care of anything else that needs taking care of...but what do I know...I have boobies.... <br /> <br /> <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[tired]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[nightmare]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[exorcism]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-12-06T01:12:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[No sleep last night...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> Another nightmare. Again. Nightmare #3. <br /> <br />I must be trying to set some kind of record for myself. <br /> <br /> This time it was something I have dreamed about before. Excorcism. Isn't that lovely? Some people have dreams of flying or running or driving as a common theme. My common theme? <i>Exorcisms</i>. (And you know what's funny? I <i>love</i> movies, have seen tons of movies in my life but the one movie I have <i>never</i> seen and <i>will not </i>watch is 'The Exorcist'.) <br /> <br />Throughout my life I've had dreams, here and there, about me exorcising houses(mostly), people and animals-is that not <i>weird</i>? They are powerfully intense dreams. The one that really sticks with me was the church. I was in a <i>church</i>. I cast the doors open, set the people inside free and proceeded to have a battle of wills with the evil inhabiting it. There were faces and bodies writhing in the walls and the wind was blowing something fierce inside the church. You just don't think of excorsising a church.Well, I don't. It's supposed to be a safe place... Even though I don't usually remember my dreams, I always remember these. (How could I not? Could you?) You're facing an evil so pure that you feel the fear in your joints and you swear your knees are going to buckle any second...but you can't let them buckle and you can't doubt your position as the dominant force for one second-or it's over. I wake up feeling hollow and surreal...and of course my brain is screaming "I DIDN'T LIKE THAT!!!!"&nbsp; I remember the first time I had the dream-I did drop to my knees, the second time, I ran. After that, I started to face the evil. <br /> <br /> Apparently I am facing evils again. The only real difference this time is the setting-a high rise glass apartment building. Generally it's houses-much older houses-like the Vanderbilt mansion (or other American castles), southern gothic mansions and the like. There was a teenage girl who was inhabited by something not of herself. I stood in the doorway of her bedroom and battled it out with her captor. It left-but I stuck around to make sure it was actually gone. I had a feeling 'it' was still hanging around because everyone kept talking about this 'dog' that was going around trying to bite people. But I could never find the dog because it was avoiding me...finally it had left for good and I knew because looking down from almost the top of this highrise, I could make out a man lying in the street who had been killed-hit by a truck or something-either way he was dead and that somwhow meant things were alright. And I abruptly woke up at 3 am, got up, got something to drink, laid in bed trying to go to a happy place and dozed off and on for the next 3 hours, my brain jogging back over what I had dreamt.... <br /> <br /> Now I'm freakin' tired. I haven't done half of what I was supposed to do today. And I ain't gonna. Think I'll go pass out on the sofa with HenryDog-if he'll make room for me, the big lug. <br /> <br /> <br /></p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[movie]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[end times]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[bargain bin]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-12-06T11:12:42-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[This can't be right]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/this_cant_be_right.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> I'm old. Officially. I have to be. <br /> <br /> I'm stalking through Wal-Mart, doing my thang, cruising past the 'Home Entertainment Department', past the "$5.50 bin" of DVD's... It catches my eye. I pull over and yank it out. "Terms of Endearment". How could <i>that</i> be in the bargain bin with "Showgirls"? Terms of Endearment is a classic! The bargain bin is for movies like "Curse of the Spider People" or other B, C and D movies. You cannot tell me Terms of Endearment is one of those movies... <br /> <br /> Besides it being the 'ultimate chick flick'- Emma gets cancer, we all cry-Shirley MacLaine gives a stellar performance as Aurora. How could you not love her when one of her suitors asks her why she doesn't face the fact that she has 'certain biological needs' just like every other woman and she gives him a look that could melt steel and says "Because I don't." And you believe her.... Oh! And Jack Nicholson-is he not just so Jack Nicholson in this movie? "We're going to need a lot of drinks-to kill the enormous bug in your <i>ass</i>." Debra Winger is just totally real and so is Jeff Daniels as 'the man who is failing Emma'. <br /> <br /> I bought it. I watched it. I watched it again. There are some movies where everything just comes together-the script, the lighting and the scenery and the cast and the direction and all the little nuances that go into making a film come together and you get something that you can study over and over and over and it is still fresh and vibrant every single time. That is this movie for me. <br /> <br /> ...in the bargain bin... <br /> ...this country's going to hell in a handbasket.... <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[thanks for the memories]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-12-10T09:12:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Thanks for the memories]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>I've been catching my husband in tons of lies. Not hard to do because he doesn't even try that hard. There was a chargeback in the mail. I mentioned it too him. He said "Yeah, I took care of that." I asked him how he could take care of it when I <i>just</i> got it in the mail. Backpeddle, backpeddle, stutter, stutter. Then he never even filed it with the creditcard company. <br /> That little tax matter? He took care of that, too. All we have to do is pay $140,000 by December 20 and we'll be fine. Remember I asked if he wasn't going to be happy unless we were living under a bridge? Guess I got my answer. Fuck it. Fuck it all. I give up. <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[richard pryor]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[comic genius]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-12-11T01:12:10-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Richard Pryor]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> Richard Pryor. Gone. <br /> Damn. <br /> <br /> He was mouthy and pushed the envelope and was unsettling. Good. You know why we need people like that? Because they'll never let you be comfortable. They'll always challenge what you believe. And you need to be challenged. You always need to question what you think. If somebody says something that puts you up in arms, the first thing you need to ask is -"What is it about me that makes me upset about this?" <br /> <br /> If I called you an 'apple', would you take offense? Or would you look at me like I was insane? Perhaps roll your eyes and say, "Ok, <i>whatever</i>."? You <i>know</i> you're not an apple and to call you one is absurd. You're not about to go out and prove to the best of your ability that you are <i>not</i> an apple...but what if I call you a bigot? What if I called you a big fat racist or slut or fat bitch? You'd wanna whup my ass. Why? Do you, on some level, agree/fear that you might just be a little bit of a bigot? NO! <i>Of course not-</i> and let me prove to you, let me give you 500 reasons why <i>I</i> can't possibly be a bigot! Why do you need to prove it? If you know you're not, you're not. Period. No proof required. <br /> <br /> Richard Pryor said things that provoked people. The most basic reaction has always been to deny through anger and offense. It's not good enough to just throw a titty fit. You need to be confident in what you base yourself on. Life changes, people change, <i>ideas change</i>. Question yourself. Often. Exercise that muscle. Be provoked into dialogue. <br /> <br /> From Richard Pryor and Dave Chappelle to Eminem and Marilyn Manson. I like anyone who knows how to shake up the antfarm every once in a while. Every generation has them and will continue to have them and dammit, we just lost one. A funny one at that. <br /> <br /> I don't care if anyone else cares-I'm always grateful for what he really did and for making us laugh-that is invaluable. <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[choose]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-12-13T11:12:46-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[No end in sight]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/no_end_in_sight.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>The bankruptcy went through. I wish I could sigh with relief but I can't because I'm waiting for the axe to fall with the next crisis. Crisis. Always. What a life. I can't believe there are people who thrive on this shit. People who can't feel alive unless everything is on the edge of destruction. I don't thrive on it. It does not make me feel alive. It does not exhilirate me. It does not give me a rush. It frustrates me. It frustrates me to waste life's precious energy on <i>bullshit</i> instead of putting it towards something that just might improve life- for ourselves or others. I think the option is to put no energy into it at all. Are we so full of hate for ourselves and others that we'd rather wallow in the negative than create something good for ourselves? I think the answer is...yes. I don't think we're born that way because if you ever watch children they are open to every possibility. They believe. Somewhere along the way, it's 'beaten' out of us. I've seen the hurtful things people will do to someone who wakes up and decides to realize their possibility in the world. We turn aound and call them 'childish' or immature! Ha! <br /> Sad. Sad that we'd be that afraid of our own selves. If I can succeed, you can succeed. If you can shine, I can, too. Nothing to fear there. It's all there already. Choose. Choose to succeed, choose the darkness. We choose the darkness and we expect others to choose it, too. Can't make a person choose the light though either. <br /> <br /> <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[king kong]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-12-15T10:12:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[That's a great big ape...]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/thats_a_great_big_ape.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>My kids are out of school for the month on their winter break so we went to see King Kong yesterday at noon when there wouldn't be very many people. Of all the movies I've seen thus far, Harry Potter still ranks the highest. That might change because the boys went and saw the Narnia movie with their grandma, so I haven't seen it but they were pretty lukewarm about it. Usually, if a movie is <i>really</i> good they talk about it for days. Not this time. <br /> <br /> All I can say about King Kong, a 3 hour movie, is that Peter Jackson has apparently come down with a case of 'Lucas-itis'. Symptoms include having major successes, your own special effects studios and being the prime source creator which leads to the inability to know what things can be left out of a movie and when to. In other words-too much water and the soup loses it's flavor. I think I might have watched the movie wrong, too, in a way. I might have needed a different mindset. I think I was expecting something else. This is one of those movies that, even though I usually buy a DVD everytime I'm at Wal-Mart, I probably wouldn't buy this one. My youngest will probably get it <i>anyway</i> but I wouldn't get it for myself. <br /> <br /> <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[dammit]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-12-19T06:12:49-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[It's Christmas ALREADY?]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/its_christmas_already.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>I need an extra week! I don't have a Christmas tree, I've bought one gift-online- and <i>holy crap</i>, I only have until Friday to get it all done. Buying a Christmas tree this late in the game sounds dumb but my kids are worth it, so I'm gonna- and f*** it, everyones getting 1 gift this year-except the kids they get two. It's all crap that ends up in next year's garage sale anyway...I found that out when I helped my inlaws tag their stuff last summer...SO tra la la la la  and all that crap...it's a frozen Winter Wonderland from Hell outside-and I'm going out to play in it with the other idiots...can't we move Christmas to summer?....oh hell.... </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[kill the boy]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-12-22T01:12:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Aggravated all to hell...]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/aggravated_all_to_hell.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Well, I was all set to finish my X-mas shopping today UNTIL my husband's ex dumped-ok, not fair, brought their youngest child over last night to stay a couple days-which I didn't know was going to happen. This is the child I cannot stand and I'm even more pissed right now because as usual, he can't come over here without destroying or maiming something of ours and this time he went after Henry. Motherfuck, I am <b><u><i>so</i></u></b> pissed right now! The little fucker (I shouldn't say little) the overgrown lard hurt my dog! They were "playing" in the kitchen and the dog started whining and yelping and he had the door to the kitchen closed and wouldn't let Henry out. I was/am furious. Of course, my husband did nothing-he is the <i>king</i> of doing nothing-all I could do was glare at him and say "This is why." And he just sits there and says, "Why what?"&nbsp; All I could answer was "Don't ask." because at that point I was ready to explode and it wouldn't have done a fuckin' bit of good. The answer was: This is one of a hundred reasons why I can't stand you or your fuckin' kid. <br /> I myself would freak the fuck out if I knew my kid had a history of hurting animals-but then <i>I</i> give a shit. This is, of course, the son who got his hand ripped open by a smaller dog-while they were "playing" of course. Whatever. <br /> <br /> And now, I'm afraid to leave my dog in the same house with the ugly fucker while I go x-mas shopping. I'm just ever so pissed and this holiday sucks and I'm trying so very hard to make it as pleasant as possible...I went out and got a $#@*%! tree for the love of Mary. Fuck it, I take the dog with me, I guess. I know what I'm getting so maybe if I just run in and grab what I need poor Henry won't have to sit in the car by himself for very long. I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and something <i>always</i> fucks it up. ARRRRRRRGH!!! <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[i luv my dawg]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-12-24T11:12:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[This just made my Christmas Merry...]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/this_just_made_my_christmas_merry.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>In the continuing saga of my husbands youngest child-my husband took "the boy" and Henry out hunting this morning. When "the boy" went and laid down in the grass to take aim at an approaching flock of geese, Henry went over and hiked his leg on him!!! <br /> <br /> <i>SCORE ONE FOR HENRYDOG!!! <img src="/xinha/plugins/InsertSmiley/smileys/0123.gif" alt="Smiley"></i> <br /> 


My dog is awesome.</p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-28T09:12:40-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[no subject]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/?entry=145</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>"The boy" is still here. He's spending his Christmas break here. If ever there were a test of nerves....full glasses of milk and pop left just sitting with ONE sip taken out of them...the full glasses of milk and pop left on the floor, now spilled all over the floor...half eaten food and dirty dishes all over the living room...tiptoe-ing through urine all over the bathroom floor...I've been making up excuses to stay out of the house during day...and oh my god, the shower-his dad made him take a shower and the shower floor was <i>sooooo</i> gross....I had to listen to him eat a bowl of cereal this morning--I put my headphones on at full blast-I couldn't take it. <br /> <br /> This is the ultimate test. Just when I think I've been stretched to the limits-I have to spend a week with Pigpen. <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[mindsay]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[blogging]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[money]]></category>
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  <dc:date>2006-01-14T07:01:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Adventures in Blogging for Money]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/adventures_in_blogging_for_money.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Because I am a selfless human being, because I am kind and caring and concerned for others, I took it upon myself to check out the 'Blogging for Cash' phenomenon that has become so downright fashionable these days. After a month, I must say: you ain't missin' much. <br /> <br /> That is not to say it is totally without its merits. Blogging for cash is a labor of love-and boy, will you labor. Most people who go to these sites are the type that are looking to make millions upon millions just by bitching about their day in a blog- you know, the type who are allergic to labor of any kind in the first place. And when they fail to make their millions within say, the first 3 days-they tell everybody to kiss off and move on to doing the next big 'home based business' like filling out surveys or stuffing envelopes or some stupid crap... <br /> <br /> You have to admit: blogging for money sounds nice doesn't it? <i>Too</i> nice. That's why I had to check it out. I had always been curious about those so called 'earn cash from the comfort of your own home' schemes. They make it sound like you can make thousands all while sitting in your PJ's- but often they demand money up front before they'll even tell you what it is you're doing to make all these thousands. (Like that doesn't smack of a scam!) This 'blog for money' site purpoted the same thing- but this time it was free to sign up so I saw no loss in investing a little of my time and snooping around. <br /> <br /> First off, it's a writing community just like this one but the site is new so it doesn't have what I call the 'luxuries' of Mindsay. I didn't realize how spoiled I was until I got there. Everything is in HTML format-which is easy enough to learn but the thing is: I didn't want to! I wanted my toolbar and my smilies! I found the site a little discom-boob-alated. It was hard to get around at first, at least it was for me, because I was used to having my own inbox and checking my own messages. They have their own way of doing it but it's very-I don't know- just difficult. You would want to read something that sounded interesting but so many people are posting that it gets lost and it takes forever to find it again. <br /> <br /> What they have you do is sign up for a Google AdSense account. Then you take the publishing number from your AdSense account, give it to the blog site and this allows for ads to be placed on your blog. Ta da! Then you blog. The ads on your blog will be relative to what you write about. But herein lies the trickiness of it all. Blog about the birds in the sky or the pimple on your butt-you'll make nothing unless someone clicks one of those ads. But for the love of God-<i>don't click on you own ads or anyone elses!</i> It will be considered 'click fraud' and your Google account will be cancelled and you will <i>never</i> get it back. This is dangerous because if you ever have your own website and decide you want to put advertising on it- you won't be able to go through Google. You can appeal but it's not likely they'll give you your account back. No ads, no clicks, no cash. <br /> <br /> What cracked me up is it is considered taboo to discuss how much you're making but the people who had the most views/points/traffic to their blog were always <i>alluding</i> to how much they were making. Oh, they wouldn't exactly <i>say</i> but they could never shutup with the-"I can only tell you that I am now required to have a PIN from Google in order to receive my earnings. But it's not about the money...I blog only because I love to write..." I would wrinkle my nose and sit on my hands because I ever so badly wanted to reply-"You are so full of shit! You can blog for free anywhere, dickhead!" BUT THEN- these very same people who were so popular and such wistful lovers of the written word were getting their accounts cancelled. You think they still wrote everyday? Some of 'em. But I didn't hear/read so many blogs about how they were writing for the pure bliss of it. The devil in me just chortled-did you hear it? <br /> <br /> If the only way to earn money is to get 'outsiders' to click the ads on your blog, it meant one thing-increasing your traffic. That's why they encourage you to 'tell friends and family' and sign up with blog directories. However, if you're telling your friends and family to click on the ads on your blog and Google figures out where all these clicks are coming from-your account goes bye-bye. One kid was whining because (supposedly) his 'friends' at school got on his blog- without his knowledge of course, wink, wink-and clicked on the ads '700' times. And it is my suspicion that that's what happened to the others. But trust me, they were proclaiming complete ignorance. It's doubtful that complete strangers from various ISP addresses is what got these people cancelled. More than likely it was the same ISP addresses over and over and over. Google is very strict about not cheating their advertisers. If the advertisers pull their ads- nobody gets paid. So Google don't tolerate no shit! <br /> <br /> For the most part, there's a lot of good writers there; lots of good information on how to blog, how to get more traffic to your blog, how to blog about profitable topics, etc. There are people giving the heads up on freelance jobs and everything else. Heck, I was only there three days and an editor from another website tapped me to do some writing for her. Now, I am tiptoeing into the world of freelance writing-and I like it. It's foreign and it's scary to me-that's a good thing because I have not been properly scared of anything in a very long time. It feels good! <br /> <br /> I did, however set off a firestorm when I wrote an entry as to why I prefer my blog here at Mindsay. <br /> <i>"People are blogging about topics. Glassy, 'profitable'&nbsp; TOPICS. This is the main distinction for me: if this site and my other blog were music, this site would be like the 'Top 40'. All the 'songs' are flashy and manufactured-with some good beats thrown in. But all the music sounds the same on the Top 40. There's Britney Spears and 4 other Britney Spears wannabes. My other blog would be the blues-the 'lo down, dirty dog, shot yo man/woman blues'. There's real life and feeling behind those entries and that is what I prefer. <br /> <br /> Some blogs remind me of the 'perky blond' who reports the news-[She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam in her eye...'-anybody know that song...?] I am always grateful for the information she shares but I'm just the type of person who wonders who she really is. I know she tells stories but what's <u><em>her</em></u> story? Does she, I wonder, go home and let out a big fart the moment she walks through the door and then spend the night flipping through the channels while polishing off a pint of Ben and Jerry's? Does she hate her mother? What was the single most wonderful thing that ever happened to her? That's me. That's what <em>I'm</em> curious about. What's your passion, what's your frustration and why are you the way you are? Don't ask me why I wanna know, I couldn't tell you. I guess I'm 'fascinated by the human condition'. That's where my other blog kind of tips the scales. The place where I keep my other blog has it's 'gamers' and poets and such but none of them really write about technical issues-more like the 'I hate my husband/parents/boss rant' or 'why gramma's spaghetti rocks'. It's <em>where</em> it comes from sometimes not the just the words. <br /> <br /> </i>I received some encouraging words and some not so encouraging words. It was just an opinion but there are some who cannot handle such things. <i>C'est la vie</i>... But yeah, I like it here better. I see Mindsay made some changes while I was gone. Cool. <br /> <br /> I feel like I'm home again. <br /> <i> <br /> </i> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[writing]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[reading]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-01-20T11:01:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[You know, it's hard out there for a pimp.]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/you_know_its_hard_out_there_for_a_pimp.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>I've been writing solidly for about a month. About everything. I've been networking and e-mailing and getting referrals from here to there to everywhere. I've sat in front of the computer researching, reading, re-reading and proofreading until I thought my eyeballs were turning into jello. And then today: I sold my first article. <br /> <br /> Yay for me? Yeah, yay. YAY! <br /> <br /> It's not enough for me to quit my day job-yet. But I'm working on it. <img src="/xinha/plugins/InsertSmiley/smileys/0001.gif" alt="Smiley"> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-22T11:01:28-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Long bitchy blog-not important]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/long_bitchy_blognot_important.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>My husband is so mad at me for quitting on him. I quit doing anything for the store and have been focusing completely on writing. He, of course, says nothing- but he resents it. When there is a problem, it's his to fix and I am not there to go to bat for him anymore. That was wrong of me to do anyway. He must fix his own problems-except the way he fixes things is that he doesn't. He waits until the roof is falling in on his head. Now he is being sued. I handed him the summons. It is his name on the complaint, not mine. <br /> <br /> He has to work the store himself and he is upset at me for not carrying the load. If he had not worked so hard at sabotaging himself at every turn, he would not be working as many hours as he is. He hints at how tired he is-how he doesn't have any energy and how everyone remarks about how MUCH he works and that everytime a customer is in the store they say, "Don't you have a home?"&nbsp; The other night he actually wanted to eat a veggie burger with me and the kids because he's sick of eating pizza every night. I don't cook anymore. Not for him. Since there is something wrong with everything I make, then he alone must know what he wants-and he can get it himself. Except, If I don't cook for him, he won't cook for himself either. <br /> <br /> I realize that this is how it's always going to be as long as I am with him. He has not payed child support in months. 'You just don't undertand. There's no money coming in.' says he. 'Then why are you charging up a credit card for hunting licenses- a credit card I just paid off last week?'- I ask. 'I'll pay it off.'-he mumbles. 'How can you pay it off if you can't afford to pay child support?' -I ask. And he suddenly goes blind and deaf and doesn't answer me. I know he hears me. But he disrespects me by refusing to acknowledge my legitimate concern. At that moment, I hear it-a quite snap-a soft tinkling like glass. It fractures. We're done. But I say nothing. It's a peaceful letting go. <br /> <br /> He tries for a while the passive/aggressive thing and just quits paying bills. Everything- 2 months behind. I tell him the cell and the housephone are overdue-he says, 'I guess we'll just have to live without a phone.' I roar at him that I'm not living in bumfuck Egypt with two kids and no phones-that I submit articles via internet and it was not fair for him to try and fuck up my efforts when I had screwed myself beyond life itself supporting him in his. It catches him off guard and he stammers that he will pay it out of one of the company accounts. Suddenly, there's money for groceries and everything. Wow. <br /> <br /> During this time he also 'bought me a car for my birthday'. An '85 Pontiac 6000. I hate it. Did I appreciate the sentiment? Sure. If the sentiment was legitimate. But I don't think it was. It smells and leaks exhaust into the cabin-and doesn't go in reverse. This is my birthday present. I'm pretty sure I have never picked up dirty underwear from the side of the road and said, "Here, baby-happy birthday to ya." He said he paid for it. Why did he pay $400 for it when he could have paid child support or other bills? I thought there was 'no money'? But he says I'm ungrateful-that my standards are too high. For one, I have never asked him for a car. Or a house. Or anything. I have never nagged him about making more money. I'm quite capable of making do with whatever we have-it takes planning and time but I can make a dollar go a long way, trust you/me, baby. And second-<i>at least I have standards</i>. But really, <i>is it considered having high standards to expect the damn thing to go in reverse? </i>This is reliable transportation for my children? We drive 30 minutes just to get to school every damn day-and they're in the back dying of carbon monoxide poisoning <i>and my standards are too high?</i> Literally, I want to weep. I hear my mother, 'Why can't you be happy with what's in front of you?' and I hear the echo-'why can't you stay down here with us so that we don't have to get up?' I need the light to survive, that's why. <br /> <br /> What I think happened is-and I've seen it happen twice with my own eyes-people walk in the store and say-Can I charge my gas today? And my husband says yes.(There's priorities for ya-should I pay child support or make sure people like me and think I'm a good guy...hmmm....And then can't figure out why he can't afford to pay his bills.)&nbsp; There is a stack of unpaid bounced checks all with local addresses. So my guess is, somebody couldn't afford to pay him back and gave him the car instead and just so he wouldn't have to explain where it came from he called it a 'birthday present' and gave it to me. I feel so-used, somehow. Like that gift signifies what I'm worth to him. That I'm not even worth the effort of a decent gift-just whatever happens to be lying around. Last year, he forgot my birthday and the year before that he pretty much blew off my birthday for some 'friends'. This year hurt the worst. I felt so bad at first about being disappointed but then-I wonder why am I always lowering my expectations/standards just so others won't feel bad? Why doesn't anyone ever have to come UP to my level? Because coming UP is work and I think the object is to do as little as possible. Have you seen the movie <u>Hustle and Flow</u>? Key tells D that some people walk the walk and some people talk the talk- and some who talk the talk get others to walk for them. I wanna walk for myself now. I'm done walking for other people. <br /> <br /> Yesterday, he took Henry hunting. Henry is a good hunting dog, from what I hear. But my poor dog came back last night tired out and limping. Henry goes at it 110%. He should have stayed home today but because my husband has no boundaries, he took Henry with again. He put Henry in the truck and went to look at a pond-so Henry crashed through the passenger window so he wouldn't be left behind. My dog is big and strong dog. (think Turner and Hooch) And it is a dangerous thing if you do not set boundaries with him. Which my husband has not. The dog is sore and my husband has no passenger window in the truck, so he's sore, too-at the dog. I worry about my husband running the dog so hard because labs are well known for having joint and hip problems and I find myself getting angry because I don't want the dog to be another thing he fucks up. It's like if my husband gets anything decent he has to run it into the ground...no matter what it is. That's not my fault. I'm not going to assume blame for something he's probably been doing for forty-some years.Whatever happened to make him that way happened long before I came into the picture. If he wants to make it different, he will. <br /> <br /> I worry that in June, when it is time to go, he will want to come but then I don't think he will because he <i>never</i> follows through on what he says he's going to do. I still can't get him to work on the tax compromise-because he's 'too busy' working all the time (but not too busy to spend the weekend hunting) and I <i>will</i> murder him if he delays my departure this summer. If I leave anyway and he stays, I know he will let it go and the last thing I want is the IRS knocking on my door 5 years from now to take me to jail because he, for the millionth time, didn't follow through. <br /> <br /> I do realize that maybe this is his way of saying he doesn't want to be with me and I told him if this was the case, to just admit it- I wasn't going to be upset. But he says it's not. He says he loves me and wants to be with me-but I think he is just attached and just likes being around someone who is 'able'. I guess that means someone who is safe? Or someone to follow because you know they're reliable or something-I don't know what the fuck I'm saying. It's hard for me to feel safe around him-he doesn't take care of us. He doesn't even take care of his own flesh and blood. I don't doubt my ability&nbsp; to do what's necessary for myself or my kids at any given time. I just wanted to make sure I never was in the position I was in when my ex walked out on me and left me $30,000 in debt-yet here I am and ruined even worse. And I'm&nbsp; not sure I'll ever straighten this one out. I feel so dumb. It's like coming out of a maze and finding out you've been going in circles and you really haven't made any progress at all... <br /> <br /> My best friend moved to DC. He and his lover are basically going through the same thing right now. "Scott' left for DC <i>two months</i> earlier than John to get things set up and when John got one hour outside of DC, Scott told him that they didn't have an apartment. Here's John in this U-Haul and he finds out he has no place to go. Scott had been staying with friends-that desperately wanted him out- and they allowed John and Scott to stay <i>one night</i>; then they had to get out and find their own place... They did- but Scott fucked up with John for good now. <br /> <br /> We are both of the same mind, John and I...this is it. The hell with relationships. Neither one of us is the type to feel that we're not 'whole unless there's somebody in our lives'. We recognize ourselves as whole already-and that's the problem. We're good. Everything else is gravy. Husband? Great. No husband? Whatever. Fabulous job? Cool. Unemployment? Sucks, but oh well. It's nice to have good things in your life but to define yourself by them-that's just an open invitation for disaster. And that's why he and I click and we seem to make people uncomfortable. I think people resent being around others who are not caught up in trying so hard to be miserable. Misery loves company. It's ok when you're down in the pit with everybody else but if you decide 'this isn't working for me' and you leave the pit-it scares people. It makes them mad that you have the guts to change your situation. Which is weird because they have the power, too. They just don't do anything with it. But just because they don't have the balls to change their situation doesn't mean you have to stay in the pit, too. They know that in their heart of hearts, too-but they get so mad about it, they don't realize what they're doing. Instead of being supportive they become combative. <br /> <br /> I don't know what's going to happen next. I know what I'd like to see happen- but I know how that shit works. <br /> <br /> <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-26T12:01:42-05:00</dc:date>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>After all we've been through, the owner of our building is selling his property to our competitor across the street. We're out on our ass. I am <b>5 months</b> away from getting my son through the rest of the school year so we can get the fuck out of here and he wants to kick us out now... <br /> <br /> Let me just rant the rest of the way through this.... <br /> <br /> Nothing is worth this. Nothing is worth the 31 years of bullshit I have survived. What about my kids, you say? Well, I feel sorry for them-because my luck is their luck. When I grieve, they feel it, and I grieve <i>a lot</i>. I'm sorry they got me for a mom-that's how I feel about it. <br /> <br /> Nothing is worth this. Think I'm full of shit? <br /> <br /> Hm. Ok. <br /> <br /> When I was a kid I watched my father nearly kill my mother. My first memory of being alive is him choking her unconcious. For years I went back and forth between them and listened to them spew venom at each other over the top of my head. When I was 10, my mother thought it would be a great idea to move me from LA to the middle of nowhere Kansas, to a town of 4000 German Mennonites. I was the closest thing they had to a black person. For 5 years I put up with abuse. And let me tell you, the teachers had no problem with it-so the kids had a free-for-all! Hell, it's not like <i>they</i> were going to get in trouble for it when the teachers were the ones who started it! When I told my mom, who was on her 473rd boyfriend,&nbsp; that the kids and the teachers were being mean to me, her reply was "Just be nice to them and they'll be nice to you." -like I'd been running around chopping everybody's fucking left hand off with a machete or something....So I became nicer and more complacent. This lead to physical abuse, the word 'Nigger' being thrown around until, at age 12, I gave up on life. At 12. My son is 12. When I look at him and wonder what it would take at such a young and tender age for someone to be ready to surrender and give up on life without ever having had a chance to fully live it, I get very sad and livid at the same time. A child should not want to quit life. I can say I've never condoned the Columbine Massacre but I certainly know the place it came from in those boys to do what they did... <br /> <br /> I had a baby when I was 16. He's dead. I had a boyfriend who decided to turn me into a punching bag one night while I was pregnant. When I got out of the hospital my mother snatched my arm and pulled me near and hissed, "Don't you do this ever again." Oh, right! And I was planning to turn this into a hobby! Moms never do let you have any fun, do they? <br /> <br />When mother's newest boyfriend (#944) asked me to pose naked for $50 and mother refused to acknowledge it as a problem-or acknowledge it at all (remember, you're supposed to tell a trusted adult...!), I saw that as my cue and finished highschool early to get out of the house, went on to college, moved in with boyfriend, who left for military while I got my degree, then he came back, I graduated, we got married and had a baby in a matter of weeks. Seeing as how I was about to start a new life, my mother decided to sue for custody of my son- on the grounds that I was 'unfit'. I found out, not from her, but from a relative. So I confronted my mother and she refused to look me in the eye. I unleashed the fury of a woman stabbed in the back by her mother, then moved away and we now carry the 'no-more-than15-minutes-in-a-room-together-at-a-time' rule. Oh, and in the meantime, I cut my father out of my life because if his stupid girlfriends were ok with him brutalizing them, that was their business. But I had already watched him brutalize my mother and wasn't ok with watching him brutalize them for sport. I could either stay away or kill him. Knowing that I hate the way I look on camera, I decided to just stay away and that way I wouldn't look all puffy on the Barbara Walters Special about children who kill their parents.... <br /> <br /> My then husband ended up being an insecure pile of crap who KNEW without a doubt that I had had sex with everyman I'd ever met. Even that old door greeter guy that works at Wal-Mart. Ok-that wasn't realistic-but I'd THOUGHT about it-he knew that much.... Because I guess he could read my thoughts. Even ones that weren't there. In the end, he bloodied my lip, jumped through a window-literally-and&nbsp; while he was out to go kick some imaginary guys ass that he 'knew I was fucking' (even though I didn't have a car or job and did not leave the house)&nbsp; I packed up myself and my son and came home. Then realized I was pregnant. Guess who I got to stay with? My mom! (Remember the 15 minute rule?) And then it was made known to me that my husband had run up $30,000 worth of bills! And some of them were MY credit cards! Guess who got a job and paid most of the bills off by working 3rd shift in a shitty ass truckstop and staying up all day because she couldn't afford a sitter? Me! Yay!! <br /> <br /> Then after a few years I meet present husband-I make him date me for a year and a half- just to make sure he's not a nutbag. No sleeping over at my house, no sleeping over at his house-no commitments or bullshit or borrowing money off of each other-NOTHING. It was heaven. We find a nice home, start life from the ground up, he goes into business with someone against my wishes and here we are 3 years later-$250,000 in debt to the IRS, living hand to mouth with me constantly looking for places to hide a rotund body of the male persuasion. At the end of June, when my son graduated-something he's been looking forward to ever since he started this school 7 years ago because it's such a big celebration/milestone- I was going to sell everything I could get my hands on and whisk my kids the hell on out of here. Now? <br /> <br /> Now, I'm sitting here wondering if it's not that I hate God-because I don't-I'm wondering if God hates me. And people will say no to that- but God 'hates fags', right? And people will rebut that and say God 'hates SIN', not fags. Maybe God's mad at me because <i>I</i> 'love fags'...Either way-God 'hates'...Anyway, that's a debate I really don't care to get into. <i>Everything has a purpose</i>, people will say-<i>and be grateful you're not crippled or dying of cancer</i>, they'll say; <i>you don't have a right to your own melancholy</i>, they'll say...<i>stop feeling sorry for yourself!</i> they'll say... <br /> <br /> ..and I'm sayin' is: in 31 years of bullshit-nothing is worth this. All I am is tired. All I am is incapable of sitting still; hypervigilant of the next disaster. The only thing I have to show for any of this is deterioration- of heart, soul and spirit. I can't do this anymore. I can't live a life that is constantly riddled with angst and I cannot look forward to 50-60 more years of this. People always say 'things will get better'. You don't have any proof of that and neither do I- and if the past is any indication of how things trend-then I can't do this. I don't want to. All I want is a small island to myself. Truthfully, I want to get my kids through school and when they're living their own lives, I want to buy a boat and sail away out into the open-all by myself. &nbsp; <br /> <br /> But I will get through it. And everything else. I will survive this and when I'm done surviving it, I will survive to survive something else and the whole thing repeats and I survive to end up looking like a GD concentration camp survivor.... <br /> <br /> I'm too young to be this damn broken. <br /> <br /> &nbsp; <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-30T10:01:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Much suckage.]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>I'm a little discouraged. I've managed to sell two articles. Better than nothin' but I'd like to get the ball rollin'...The topics that get the most play seem to be pregnancy and parenting. I'm way too gone from pregnancy to write about it. I remember being big and fat. That's all. <br /> <br /> What can I write about parenting? 'Don't kill 'em.' Despite all the advice out there, quite honestly all you have to do to raise children properly is keep them alive. Yeah, plus a little nurturing in between. Provide proper nutrition, adequate shelter, clean water and weather appropriate clothing. No designer labels necessary. Eventually, they'll become functional citizens of society- whether you've raised them to be God fearing or not. <br /> <br /> So that's not much for articles. <br /> <br /> Can't write about sex either. I'd have more interesting things to say about cat litter. <br /> <br /> Nothing lights the fire under your ass to write more than when your article gets sold. But still I keep writing anyway. Everyday. A stockpile of articles on every subject- except those three I mentioned above. The ones that sell best....<i>sigh</i>....maybe I can BS my way through an article...but I doubt it. <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-01T11:02:17-05:00</dc:date>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> Lovely. Perfect. <br /> <br /> The guy across the street, our 'competitor', is angry that our gas price is lower than his. He came out at 10:00 at night to change the gas price and then barges into our store to run his mouth. He could have changed his price in the morning. The store is only open until 11:00. It's not like we would have gotten any more business than him this late. Hell, the streets roll up at 6 pm around here... <br /> <br /> I realize that the guy has sunk every last penny he has into his venture and has an amazing amount of overhead-which I pity him for being such a jackass for doing it- but someday, <i>someday</i> I tell you, I am not going to be surrounded by morons. I'll be around smart people who can look at the bigger picture. Not the ones who don't see any further than their nose. People's children are dying in a war, homeless people are being beaten to death for sport and people are putting their babies in plastic bags and tossing them in rivers and this guy <i>thinks</i> he's the Lee Iacocca of the convenience store world-in the middle of Nowhere, Kansas. All this from a great big fat guy who never wears a shirt. Quite sad, really. I just wonder how it is one can live in a great big world like this and never really be concerned or curious about it. <br /> <br /> Hell, he'll have his hands on the place soon enough. Then he can reign supreme. I try to figure out why I feel so frazzled or what it is about him that makes me want to just put a bullet in him and I think it's that he just represents ignorance in its purest physical form for me. Someone who creates strife where there need not be. Someone who looks first and only to divide, not to work toward commonalities and strengths. He represents filth to me. He represents hatred and the shortsightedness of someone who never seeks out an ounce of culture for himself. And I realize he is a man who lives a life based on fear. His momma must have kicked his ass but good for being the asshole he is. It almost seems pathological... <br /> <br /> All I want is to get my kids through to the end of school. June. The end of June. The longest 5 months of my <i>life</i>.... <br /> <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-07T09:02:05-05:00</dc:date>
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  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/?entry=152</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Got an email from my best friend. Knew I would-&nbsp; he's been heavy on my mind lately; that means he's about to call or write. He's not happy and he wants to come home. He didn't say that in the email but I can feel it in my gut- even if he is all the way in Washington, DC. He says he'll have a phone soon (he emailed me from his new job). If he had a phone right now I'd call him and tearfully beg for him to come back home-only temporarily- and then he can move away with me and the kids. I wouldn't make him stay with us but we could be in close proximity to each other and help each other get on our feet. He's not happy and I'm going to talk him into leaving Scott one way or another. It won't take much convincing- he's not happy. Scott doesn't make him happy. I want him to come home. I want him to be happy. He is sad. I am sad. When we are together, we are happy. <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-21T10:03:35-05:00</dc:date>
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  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/?entry=153</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> Oh gosh! When's the last time I was here? <br /> <br />Well, what do I have to say for myself? <br /> <br />First off, I have been learning about the world of freelance. I am learning firsthand how to keep people from stealing your work. I've found that these websites that offer to help you sell your articles are feeding grounds for vultures who have no problem stealing your work putting their name on it. After all- what are you going to do about it? No lawyer on earth is going to help a no-name writer recoup their 'loss'- an article you sold for a mere $30-40 bucks, or less in some cases. But it's hard to showcase your work- something that gets you bigger projects- when everyone else's names are all over it. So, that is what I am learning about. <br /> <br />Secondly, the next time I write, I'll more than likely be writing from Texas. The deal the landlord struck up with our competitor fell through- he rescinded the offer. While the 'men' go back and forth and around over this, I am in the process of leaving for good this time. I am physically, mentally and emotionally walking away from it all to do my own thing, on my own terms. Of course, my plan was to be gone at the end of June but you know God and His sense of humor-you make a plan and He laughs and laughs and laaaauuughs.... <br /> <br />My husband has agreed to go and help me get started- but I think there will not much be after that; there is little between us. <br /> <br />There's something to be said for letting go. I am nervous but not scared. Cautious but not immobilized...just going with the current.... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[local marketing]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-10-16T10:10:09-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[How The 'Little Guy' Gets the 'Big Guys' to Make Way]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Going into business means a lot of things and one of those things means marketing. Marketing is the advertising and promoting of a product that will get your name and&nbsp; your product (or service) sold and out into the public. Simply put, if nobody knows you're there, you're not gonna sell a thing. (And in case you haven't noticed- business is about selling stuff. So you can make money.) <br /> <br /> Most businesses do the obvious: a newspaper ad. A jingle on the radio. Maybe even a small ad on TV. However, most business make a move for the all mighty internet- and why shouldn't they? It's the most powerful and vast marketing form at the present moment. Google Adwords is huge with internet marketing right now. Problem is, if you're the little guy just starting out- this can be a budget buster. (This can be a budget buster even if you're not!) Not to mention the element of fraud that a competitor can use to click up all your ads before you ever make a sale. That's money down the drain. <br /> <br /> The answer? Search Engine Optimization and <a title="" target="" href="http://blog.usweb.com/archives/the-most-overlooked-local-marketing-opportunity/">Local Marketing.</a> <br /> <a title="" target="" href="http://blog.usweb.com/archives/the-most-overlooked-local-marketing-opportunity/"></a> <br /> Search Engine Optimization is the cost effective, cost friendly way for local businesses to get a top rank with Google by enhancing a website with a number of factors, such as content, structure, page layout, HTML and other features; things that will boost a site's relevance and make it the first thing people see when they type in 'hip waders'- or whatever it is you're selling. A company with the tools and the know how can have you up and running in the blink of an eye. <br /> <br /> And that's how the 'little guy' gets the 'big guys' to make way! <br /> <a title="" target="" href="http://blog.usweb.com/archives/the-most-overlooked-local-marketing-opportunity/"></a> <br /> <font size="-1"></font> </p>
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  <dc:date>2006-10-23T07:10:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Ever heard of the Monex Deposit Company? Maybe it’s time you did!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">What precious metal has had more of an appeal and allure to man through the ages than <a href="http://www.monex.com/prods/gold.html"><b style="">gold</b></a>?   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /> Throughout history, gold has largely proven its staying power. These days, it is not only a unique and diverse investment but a tried and true method of protecting and preserving wealth and purchasing power. If that makes you wonder about investing in precious metals, or if you’ve ever even thought about gold as an investment either in coin form or ingots (gold bullion cast in a convenient size and shape), then it’s time to contact Monex Deposit Company. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">With Monex, you can purchase gold (or other precious metals) and have them delivered right to your person- and even to your personal bank or depository. To do something like this requires trust- and with Monex, you don’t get to be America’s gold and precious metals investment leader for over 30 years without it. Monex Precious Metals hires only experienced hard asset professionals that are dedicated to bringing you the best service in precious metals investment. For Monex and its staff, being America’s foremost dealer with convenient market and competitive precious metal prices is as good as gold. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[fine jewelry]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[certified loose diamonds]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-10-25T06:10:18-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Primestyle.com: The Name Says it All]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>You've thought about it. <br /> <br /> It's time to make the purchase. <i>The</i> purchase. Fine jewelry. <br /> <br /> It would seem like the easiest purchase, right? All you have to do is pick out something shiny and pretty! Wrong! A piece of jewelry is, in a sense, for showing off and what you show with a piece of jewelry is who you are. A simple gold chain can show you are the type of person who need not be burdened by the woes of the world. A detailed piece can show a personality that has appreciation for all the little things in life. Whether it's earrings, a watch, a necklace or ring, it should be a piece that says 'This is who I am'. <br /> <br /> Primestyle.com, which can be found in the diamond district of Manhattan, can help you do just that and offers only the best when it comes to quality jewelry and <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.primestyle.com/subcategories/diamond-13.html">certified loose diamonds</a></b>. <i>Primestyle.com can promise you will<u> never</u> pay retail prices</i>. And that shows exactly who they are. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[trade show booths]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-10-25T11:10:38-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[You Don't Have to Make an Exhibit Out of Me]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>So my best friend and I are downtown at one of those job fair thingies with a thousand other desperate fools handing out our resumes to people sitting in flimsy booths, knowing full well it's not going to lead anywhere. Oh, well. No one can say we didn't try. <br /> <br /> We decide to hang out for a while&nbsp; (it's not like we have jobs or anything) and we wonder out in front of the convention center, sit by the fountains and making fun of passersby. Eventually, we get bored and wander back into the convention center to find the restroom and make a stop at the water fountain. <br /> <br /> "What's in there?" he asks pointing at Forum 1A. People are shuffling in and out. It looks quite busy. I shrug. <br /> "Let's go in!" he says, devilish twinkle in his eye. I shrug again and agree. (What can I say? I'm a follower.) <br /> <br /> <div align="left">The first thing we see when we walk in is wall to wall <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.exhibitdeal.com">trade show booths</a></b> as far as the eye can see; fancy colorful booths with products of every kind. All natural spray for your armpits. Pickle pickers to keep your fingers from getting wet when you reach in the pickle jar. Hairspray with glow in the dark glitter. Socks that massage your feet.   <br />   <br /> We tried 'em all.   <br />   <br /> Then we got to the coolest product of all. Doggy ice cream. Bon-bons for your min-pin. Or your chow-chow. Or your chi-hoo uh-hoo uh.   <br />   <br /> "That is so stupid." my best friend said. I didn't think so. I told him that I didn't think so. But I'm a dog person and he's a cat person. I forgive him that though because he is, after all, my best friend. Besides the ice cream was good and it lightened my mood.   <br />   <br /> *I'm just kidding. Don't eat the doggy ice cream. Stuff tastes terrible.   <br /> <b>   <br /> </b> </div> <b> <br /> </b> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[buy a diamond engagement ring]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-10-26T12:10:04-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[There's No Right Way to Do Anything Right]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>I had a friend named Kelly in high school. We would pass in the hallway on the way to class and she would gush about how in love she was with the guy who sat next to her in French class. Next period, we would pass each other in the hall and she would gush about how in love she was with the guy who sat next to her in history. Next period, same thing. Then math class. Then English. Then Art Apprectiation. Seven different classes, seven different crushes. It was ridiculous. It was annoying. Me and my friends would take turns telling her so. <br /> <br /> A couple years out of high school she goes out on a date with my best friend's uncle- and we panicked. Who knew the guy would <b><a href="http://www.danforthdiamond.com">buy a diamond engagement ring</a></b>&nbsp; and pop the question on their third date? Well, he did! And she said yes, we all said 'NO!' and they've been married ever since. To each other. For 12 years now. <br /> <br /> <br /> I've been divorced twice. <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[college course on line]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-06T09:11:37-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Ah, Capella!]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/ah_capella.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">The role that getting an education plays in life has taken on more meaning than ever before. A professional wanting to give him or herself a leading edge knows that a continuing education program in their chosen profession will provide exactly what they’re looking for. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">If you’re that professional who’s looking for the same thing, it’s time to consider Capella University. Founded in 1993, Capella has consistently offered accredited courses to thousands helping not only to further careers but fueling the minds of those who drive today’s industries into tomorrow. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">At Capella, you can take a <a title="" target="" href="http://www.capella.edu/online_course.aspx">college course online</a> in any one of the following: </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">business </p> <p class="MsoNormal">information technology </p> <p class="MsoNormal">education </p> <p class="MsoNormal">human services </p> <p class="MsoNormal">psychology </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">You can receive your bachelor’s degree in business and information technology or take on any one of the 76 graduate programs, undergraduate specializations or 16 certificate specializations. With approximately 16,000 online students across the U.S. and 63 countries worldwide, you know Capella University is making the ranks as a leader of online education. This can only be done by providing the highest of quality in online academics. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Capella University is an accredited* online university, a wholly-owned subsidiary of Capella Education Company with headquarters in Minneapolis. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">For more information, please visit: </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.capella.edu/">www.capella.edu</a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">or call 1-888-CAPELLA (227-3552) </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">&nbsp;</span>*Capella University is accredited by The Higher Learning Commission and a member of the North Central Association of Colleges and Schools, located at 30 N. LaSalle Street, Suite 2400, Chicago, IL 60602-2504, (312) 263-0456, www.ncahigherlearningcommission.org. </p> &nbsp;</p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[skittles]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-06T10:11:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Funniest Commercial out there: Skittles and the Singing White Rabbit]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/?entry=169</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Don’t care what you say, the commercial where the boy trades his Skittles for the singing white rabbit is the funniest commercial out there. Probably funnier to me than you because I actually had a rabbit that looked <em>exactly</em> like that and he was every bit as obnoxious as the one in the commercial. I imagine if he had the ability to sing, he would have sounded just like the rabbit on TV and he would have sang all day and all night, too- just to get on my nerves. Instead, he had to settle for slinging his food dish around in his gigantico rabbit palace/cage at 3 o clock in the morning.   <br />   <br /> I miss him. </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/sorry_europe_youre_at_the_bottom_of_my_list.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[no european vacation]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-06T10:11:41-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Sorry, Europe. You're at the Bottom of My List]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Having taken up some work and writing (not quite) 100 descriptions for cities in Europe, I have come to realize something: I have never wanted to visit the place. As much as we romanticize France and trips to Paris and honeymoons in Italy and all that good stuff, I've never wanted to go there. Like, if some guy knocked on my door and said, "Hey. You wanna go to Europe?" And I said, "You payin'?" And he said, "Yeah." I'd be all like, "Ok." But I've never had a burning desire to visit that part of the globe for myself- and I love to travel. My son wants to go to Europe, though and I'm all for it. I think I would like to visit Ireland or Scotland maybe but you know where I've always wanted to go? Vietnam. India. Malaysia.   <br />   <br /> I'm sure Europe is lovely, though. For some reason, it just never had any appeal! (I think it's 'cuz I may have lived there already in so many of my past lives or something.) </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/epocrates_inc_introduces_a_free_webbased_drug_and_health_plan_formulary_product.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[inc]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[epocrates]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-06T10:11:30-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Epocrates Inc Introduces a Free Web-based Drug and Health Plan Formulary Product]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/epocrates_inc_introduces_a_free_webbased_drug_and_health_plan_formulary_product.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Over 500,000 healthcare professionals now have access to the online version of a mobile drug and formulary guide made available by the leading developer of mobile applications, Epocrates Inc. By providing this online service, any healthcare professional with an internet connection can gain access to critical and lifesaving data on over 3300 different types of drugs. For example, a healthcare professional who looks up the antibiotic <a href="https://online.epocrates.com/u/10a140/amoxicillin"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">Amoxicillin</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> will find information about </span></strong>its dosing, pricing, potential drug interactions and formulary coverage with Medicare Part D. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Epocrates finds its success by designing products for practicing physicians by having practicing physicians as the designers of the products themselves. Who better to know what information is going to be the most useful to a physician than an actual physician? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">When a physician doesn’t have to spend time weeding through medical texts and references for information, it only means there’s more time for the patient. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Using Epocrates is how many clinicians save valuable time during their workday. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Alongside of the informative drug guide, doctors will find formulary information on over 130 health plans, including those on Medicare Part D. With this information readily available, Healthcare professionals can find the best options for their patients when it comes to formulary status, drug coverage, and alternative/generic prescription options. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Clinicians looking to gain a web reference with a wider range are encouraged to subscribe to the Epocrates Online premium product. Those who sign up for the premium version of the online reference will find: </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">added information, data and features on 400 alternative medicine monographs </p> <p class="MsoNormal">patient education handouts </p> <p class="MsoNormal">pill pictures, </p> <p class="MsoNormal">pill identifier </p> <p class="MsoNormal">hundreds of medical tables and calculations. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Epocrates is a San Mateo, CA-based company that provides leading-edge clinical solutions using innovative technologies that enable communication and thereby consistently improving the standard of patient care. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">This company has steadfastly worked to build a network of over 500,000 healthcare professionals and has steadily and successfully worked at producing positive results in the fields of patient safety, healthcare efficiency and patient satisfaction. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Of the 500 fastest-growing private companies in the country ranked by Inc. Magazine, Epocrates ranked 176<sup>th</sup>. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">So watch out. This isn’t the last you’ll be hearing of Epocrates, Inc. </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[denial]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[in the past]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-08T09:11:45-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[It's in the past!]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/its_in_the_past.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> Everyone, I have great news. <br /> <br /> It's in the past. <br /> <br /> What's in the past, you say? <br /> <br /> EVERYTHING! <br /> <br /> Even what I just said! <br /> <br /> It's in the past! And therefore, you should just forget about it! <br /> <br /> As some of you may (or may not) know, I've been extricating myself from a toxic family. I've struggled with it a bit (a lot) but something has been brought to my attention: a new (or maybe not new) method for immediately absolving yourself of any wrongdoings and guilt. <br /> <br /> Is it prayer? <br /> <br /> &nbsp;Is it accepting the Lord Jesus as your one and only Savior into your heart? <br /> <br /> Is it asking forgiveness to the person you've wronged? <br /> <br /> Is it having the courage to step forth and admit that you may have acted inappropriately at one time or another? <br /> <br /> No, silly gooses! <br /> <br /> It's called: It's In the Past. <br /> <br /> According to my relatives all you have to say is those 4 little magic words and ~poof~ you're good to go! Everything you may have done or not done to cause anyone pain is absolved right there on the spot! You NEVER have to say you're sorry with 'It's in the Past'! (Think of how much time and energy that saves!) <br /> <br /> Let's try it shall we? <br /> <br /> The war in Iraq: It's over. So they flew airplanes into our towers and killed thousands of innocent people! We should just forget about it! <br /> <br /> <br /> It's In the Past!&nbsp; ~POOF~ See how easy that was? <br /> <br /> Let's do some more! <br /> <br /> John Couey: In prison for kidnapping 9 year old Jessica Lunsford from her own bedroom, then raping and murdering her. No big deal. <br /> <br /> It's In the Past! ~POOF~ It's done. Everything's fine! No big deal anymore! It's in the past! <br /> <br /> I hear what you're thinking: Come now, D. Those things are probably much harsher than what happened in your family. It couldn't be that bad! How can you equate the two? <br /> <br /> And I have this to say: pain is pain. Any attempt to minimize or invalidate a person's pain is as insulting and horrific as the 'crime' itself. If it applies to one, it applies to ALL. <br /> <br /> What it comes down to is this: some people will fight tooth and nail to keep from being held accountable for their actions- even when you catch them dead to rights. (And I notice it's very important to these types of people that YOU always be made to feel bad just because they got caught doing something wrong.) When you've acted innappropriately and you're caught with your pants down (in some cases, literally) what's your last line of defense? IT'S IN THE PAST! <br /> <br /> &nbsp;Ted Haggard, George Bush, Saddam Hussein. Leave 'em alone. The pain they've caused? Irrelevant. It's In the Past. <br /> <br /> Now, I haven't quite got the program totally figured out just yet but it seems to be everyone's favorite so it must be really great. I'm not sure how you go about expecting people to interact with you when your actions hurt them so deeply that it disrupted their life and it changed the way they interact with others every day of their life. I mean, just because 'It's In the Past' in your head, doesn't necessarily make it 'In the Past' for the other person. <br /> <br /> But then again, I never was very good at denial. It would probably do those of us who do have the guts to acknowledge our wrongdoings to learn and practice this new program. So, by all means, when the woman in front of you in line at the grocery store takes too long: deck her. And when the police show up to cart your ass off to jail just say this: "Yes, I hit her but no worries, officers- it's in the past!" <br /> <br /> Stay tunes for next week's product: You Just Need to Get Over It.</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/the_truck_stop_journals_the_dead_trucker_in_shower_number_4.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[truckstop]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[dead driver]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-08T10:11:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Truck Stop Journals: The Dead Trucker in Shower Number 4]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/the_truck_stop_journals_the_dead_trucker_in_shower_number_4.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> &nbsp;<span> <br /> This is one of my stories called <a title="" target="" href="http://www.authspot.com/Short-Stories/The-Truckstop-Journals:-Episode-34,-The-Dead-Trucker-in-Shower-4.5406">'The Dead Trucker in Shower Number 4'</a> based on my expeience working in a truckstop on third shift for a number of years. One day, I swear I'm going to make a coffee table book out of all my stories. The only thing I did not like was that the story did not transfer well to the site. The story was written in a way to display my personal thoughts but it's written at a straight shot all the way through so pardon the uncapitalized&nbsp; words, dodgy sentences and meandering paragraphs. The story comes in 4 parts. <br /> <br /> I plan to continue with more episodes one of these days when I get the chance! <br /> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p></span></p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/personalized_wedding_favors_galore_all_in_one_internet_store.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[internet wedding superstore]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-08T10:11:56-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Personalized Wedding Favors Galore! All in One Internet Store!]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/personalized_wedding_favors_galore_all_in_one_internet_store.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nobody said that planning a wedding was easy what with the cake and the gowns and the flowers and the invitations… It seems like the work is never done! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">If you're lucky, you're on the other side of things. Maybe. That is unless&nbsp; you still haven’t picked out a gift for the prospective couple. Don’t start to worry yet! You can save yourself the time, money and- best of all- the hassle of trying to find that gift that says: ‘I didn’t wait until the last minute to go out and buy you a gift! Really!’ </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">A super fantastic site called Shop For Weddings&nbsp; is just like it sounds! It’s a wedding superstore on the internet that is the number one place to find <b style=""><a title="" target="" href="http://www.shopforweddings.com">personalized wedding favors</a> </b>and gifts. If you have the opportunity to give yourself a break and NOT run around town willy-nilly, why not do it! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p></p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[fairfield resorts]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-09T11:11:28-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Pack Up the Kids! We're Going on Vacation!]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/pack_up_the_kids_were_going_on_vacation.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I don’t know about your experience in timeshare but if you’ve been flirting with the idea of owning your own part of vacation home on the powdery slopes in Colorado or maybe on the golden beaches of Florida- and you don’t want to be hassled with unscrupulous sales tactics- let’s talk a little about <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.fairfieldgetaways.com/rc152p1624b">Fairfield Resorts</a></b>. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">For those who don’t know, Fairfield Resorts is the little company that started out in a tiny location in Arkansas back in 1966 selling subdivided lots that has now turned into a vast network of resorts and travel services. When the concept of timeshares took off in 1979, so did Fairfield Resorts. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Fairfield Resorts was the first to offer FAX- or the FairShare® Exchange- and FairShare Plus®, an innovative program that allowed flexibility in providing accommodation for folks and their families during their vacation time. By providing customers with the ability to choose the location, length of stay, time of year and the size of the unit for their vacation, Fairfield Resorts shot to the top of the list in the hospitality industry, earning <i>Gold Crown</i> and <i>Resort of International Distinction</i> rankings by RCI (Resort Condiminiums International); the top award only&nbsp; 10% of timeshare properties throughout the world have been able to earn. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Today, over half a million families take their vacation in Fairfield Resort timeshares in 70 world-class venues in 21 states and U.S. territories. With the most desirable destinations readily available, you can always find somewhere in the world to get away with Fairfield Resorts! </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[fate]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[danger]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-09T11:11:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[What's the Closest You've Ever Come to Danger?]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/whats_the_closest_youve_ever_come_to_danger.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>It's one thing to be a dumbass and PUT yourelf in mortal danger but because I am a morbid person who likes to think of morbid things, I often wonder if I've ever come close to death- but didn't know it. I like to wonder if I've ever sat next to a serial killer on the bus or if I've ever stood in line in front of or behind someone who murdered their spouse and got away with it.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>I wonder if there was a day where I came within a hair's width of death but because I turned right or left, I escaped from its clutches. It's kind of like that Greenday video where all the guys are walking down the street unaware of the car wrecks and explosions going on within inches of them- narrowly being missed each time as they carry on without a care in the world...   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>I remember once- back in the day when you could do this- I was about 10 and I was flying out to L.A. to see my dad for the summer and I had a 3 hour layover in Las Vegas. I wasn't one to wander so I sat in the empty terminal, waiting. Then I notice this guy in the terminal across from me. He's watching me. So I get up and move. And gets up and moves. I get up and go to the little giftshop. He stands outside the giftshop. I decide to go to the bathroom. I stay there as long as I can manage. I come out, he's standing across from the women's bathroom. Using the cover of two old ladies, I whisk past him and go sit in a terminal that is full of people until it comes time for my flight. He disappears.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>How close did I come to danger that day? Who knows. He coulda been a pervert. He coulda been a guardian angel against a pervert that was watching me that I couldn't see. But I always wonder.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>We used to have this guy that came into one of our stores; he was a big guy, a lumbering guy- but he wasn't 'dangerous' because he was, well, a little slow. Come to find out his mother died and he'd been keeping her in the freezer. She did die of natural causes and because he didn't have enough money to give her a proper funeral, he didn't say anything. For about a year. I'd seen him but paid little attention to him. When I found out it sort of gave me the willies. I'd been making small talk with a guy who was ok with keeping his mom in a deep freezer.  </p>  <p>It's weird to think about it all and kind of entertaining- to me at least.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>Hey! What's this! Somebody dropped a brand new shiny dime! </p>  <p>   <br /> <em>*leans down to pick it up as knife flings (thwak) into the wall*   <br />    <br /> </em>  </p>  <p>Gosh, I'm such a lucky girl!   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p><em>*puts dime in pocket and strolls away, whistling*</em> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[prayer]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-09T11:11:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Does Prayer Work?]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/does_prayer_work.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Psst.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>I have a confession to make.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>C'mere.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>Closer.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>Don't tell anybody but- sometimes I pray. <em>And it works</em>.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>Not only do I pray for myself, there's this place online that I posted a prayer to once 'cuz I was feeling oh so low that day and all these people I never even met prayed for me- now I go there regularly and pray for them, too.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p><em>And it works</em>.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>At first, the site would send me updates but I never answered them. Then one night I cleaned out my email and started answering some of the prayer requests. And of course, being the smart-ass that I am, I took on the part in my head of the televangelist with a southern accent and bad suit as I began handing out amen's and hallelujah's and 'glory! glory! glory's...   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>But then it started to flow. It started to be real and it felt good. So now I go there and I pray for people and every once in a while, I ask them to pray for me, too.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>Does prayer work?   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>Yes. Without a doubt. And the good news is, if it can work for this foul-mouthed brat, it can work for anybody. </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/its_been_on_your_mind_anyway.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[orlando vacation home rentals]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-09T11:11:12-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[It's Been on Your Mind Anyway...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Who hasn’t thought of a family trip to Orlando, Florida? But what about a trip to Orlando for Christmas? Let’s face it, everyone loves tradition but why not make the holiday extra special this year? <span style="">&nbsp;</span>With theme park and beaches and the most family friendly atmosphere of any city- what doesn’t Orlando have? Competitive rates throughout the year never make a trip to Orlando completely out of the question and these <a title="" target="" href="http://www.orlandovacation.com"><b>Orlando</b></a><b><a href="http://www.orlandovacation.com"> vacation home rentals</a> </b><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">can cost way less than other popular destination stays. It’s been in the back of your mind anyway. I know it, you know it, the American people know it. So go ahead and check it out! Your family is gonna love you for it!</span></b> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[online]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[free]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[quote]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[insurance]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-10T11:11:22-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[HaveThose Guys in the Fast and the Furious Ever Had to Pay Insurance at All?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">....'cuz if they did- would they really be driving like that?   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Check this out! Have you ever watched a movie with a lot of car chase scenes and tons of wreckage and thought: “Who’s going to pay for all this? That guy’s insurance company is going to have a file cabinet with just his name on it!” </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well, guess what? Progressive Direct is teaming up with Universal Home Studios to insert a running tally of the damage in car wreck scenes in "The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift"! <span style="">&nbsp;</span>As cars smash into each other, a little display in the corner pops up and says: “Tail lights: $355. Side mirror: $55” etc…. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thanks to the growing use of interactive features on HD DVDs, product placement like Progressive’s are just the tip of the iceburg. <span style="">&nbsp;</span>HD DVD’s have as much as 6 times the data capacity of regular DVDs so this leaves a nice amount of space for other features such as games, commentaries and of course the ‘product placements’. That’s solid gold for advertisers- and the ones selling the space! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The good news is, it’s not like you have to watch the whole movie with the tally going on. It’s an interactive feature- which means you have to turn it on in order to see it. So is it a great advertising and marketing scheme after all? In return for the tally on the DVD, progressive set up a website to promote ‘Fast and the Furious: Tokyo' and set up contests to entice younger targets. It’s a quid pro quo and probably too new to tell what will take and what will not. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sure, this could be a fun way to get a <a href="http://www.carinsurance.com/free-auto-insurance-quotes.aspx"><b style="">free online car insurance quote</b>, </a>but when you want to watch a movie. You want to watch movie, ya know? I guess it’s better than watching the same old ad over and over again! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[k-fed]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[brit]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-10T11:11:24-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Ah, Morbid Me.]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/ah_morbid_me.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s in the stars, upheaval is everywhere. The dems have taken back the House and the Senate, Rumsfeld picked up his toys and went home... and Britney is finally dumping K-fed’s sorry ass. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why should I care? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why should I care in this truly momentous time what any ‘celebrity’ is doing? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Because- I’m morbid. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">You know that that slimeball husband of hers is going to try and get custody of those kids based on those pictures of her driving around with her son in her lap- not to mention all the other mishaps. (Somewhere I read an article that referred to her son as Sean ‘perpetual accident’ Preston…that made me laugh until I had tears coming down my face.) </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">But will any judge let him have those kids? C’mon now. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">It won’t matter if Britney comes to court draggin’ poor Sean ‘perpetual accident’ Preston by the foot and knockin’ his head around as she waves her arm around proclaiming: “Yer honor, I am a good muh-ther. I am. I AM!” (whack, thud) </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The judge will still let her leave with those babies because K-fed…well, he’s an ass.&nbsp;&nbsp; Period. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">It will be a sight, though, I’m sure. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Won’t be as great as when Katie makes a run for freedom from Tom, though. </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[i hate window treatments]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-10T11:11:11-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[up/down- what a concept.]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/updown_what_a_concept.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">In a few moments, I have to get back to work and I am dreading it. A huge project and no time to do it. Why? Because. It’s one of those frickin’ subjects that can’t be elaborated on: window treatments. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">How does one do 40,000 words on window treatments? They go up, they go down and they block the sun. What more does anyone need to know? But here I am trying to pry this huge amount of something out of nothing and still sound brilliant, make it flow and ‘inform the reader’. THEY GO UP, THEY GO DOWN AND THEY BLOCK THE SUN. <i style="">What else is there? </i>Oh, yeah. There’s a $1000. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Back to work. Did I mention how much I LOVE window treatments….? </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[link]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[popularity]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-10T12:11:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[At Last! Your Chance to Be Popular]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/at_last_your_chance_to_be_popular.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">So you have a website and you want to increase its <a title="" target="" href="http://blog.usweb.com/archives/the-best-way-to-increase-link-popularity/"><b style="">link popularity</b></a>?&nbsp; Not a prob. All you have to do is be a mathematician and figure out Google’s algorithms. See? Easy! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yeah, I’m not a mathematician either. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">But that’s ok. We can still talk. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Saying that we concentrate on Google here, we can say that Google drives its traffic to websites that rank at the top of their ‘organic’ results. It looks at on-site and off-site factors to determine rank results. Off site factors make for 35- 45% of the importance to Google’s algorithm. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Page rank is like the score Google gives your website to determine how popular it is on the internet. <i style="">However</i>, page rank doesn’t really mean as much as it used to when it comes to Google’s algorithm and this is what has people all fouled up. In the race and struggle for a top page rank so many people manipulated the system that the algorithm dropped it as a priority- it lost its value. It still has value BUT there is a difference in having 1000 links from different websites as opposed to 100 links from different websites with a good page rank. Believe it or not, citizens: 1000 links from different websites with low levels of Page Rank work better in increasing your rankings within the organic results of Google. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Did you also know that in Google’s algorithm, the quality of the page that the link is given more value when the link is within textual content as opposed to just sitting at the bottom of the page in a list of links? Betcha didn’t know that one! Truthfully neither did I! But this is all leading somewhere, I’m telling you- stick with me. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Google eyes all the text and all the little things like SEO factors and H1 tags and those funky things that we know a little bit about but not a whole bunch and determines how targeted the text is compared to the link. It even determines how the words are related to each other. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And so press release distribution becomes an effective way to increase link popularity. (That’s right you read it here.) What happens though is you have to have content that’s interesting enough for other people to want to write- and read- about it. If you get links from a broker but they may be within the textual content- and then Google drops it like a hot rock when it’s placed at the bottom of websites with a bunch of other outbound links. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Of all the methods to increase link popularity, blogs are your answer. Yes, BLOGS. Naturally filled with content that search engines crave, blogs are like the kid tested mother approved cereal of cyberdom. Trouble is, you’ll need more than just one blog to make it all happen. <i style="">You’ll need lots and lots of them.</i> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">So then- do you need to increase your link popularity? (C’mon, you always wanted to be popular- admit it!) </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then what you need is Blogitive because Blogitive was created for this very reason. With more than 2000 blogs in its network (and gaining), bloggers await to post a web release linking to your website on their blog in any manner you want, including any URL and any keyword phrase you desire! It’s your birthday- you call the shots! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Go ahead! Visit Blogitive.com and get the skinny on this cost effective method of getting into the top search engine rankings. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Marcie Davis may have said you’d never be popular in third grade- but she didn’t know what she was talking about. </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[writing]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[helium]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[passive income]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-14T11:11:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Creating Passive Income Through Writing]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/creating_passive_income_through_writing.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">From time to time, I plan to post links here to things I have written on sites that earn me a little bit of dough, a little bit at a time.   <br />   <br /> One such place is <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.helium.com/">Helium</a></b>. You write, they pay. Sound good?   <br />   <br /> Hold up and listen to me for a second.   <br />   <br /> Look at the title of this entry. Look at the 'passive income' part with great scrutiny.   <br />   <br /> All these sites that say -WRITE NOW, GET PAID- pay you cents at a time. Not good for those of you looking to pay off that BMW. People flock to these sites -and yes some of them do make inflated claims- and get frustrated that they only make pennies at a time. And I say, oh but honeychild<i>- you oughta know at your age there ain't no such thing as a free lunch. </i>I know they solve crimes on CSI in 30 minutes and SuperNanny quiets a home in <i>one</i> episode but that's TV; and we silly Americans need to pull our heads out of our asses and get over this instant gratification garbage we're all so obsessed with.   <br />   <br /> Passive income builds. Sometimes it takes a lot of time to build. These sites won't pay you until you reach a payout level of $5, $10, $25 or $100. That can take a while. BUT if you have a number of these sites to visit and you don't go overboard and spend <i>3 hours</i> obsessively trying to write a single paragraph that's only going to earn you a few cents- it's totally worth it. Because with a few tricks and tweaks and networking, that passive income will build. NO YOU WILL NOT BE A MILLIONAIRE IN 6 MONTHS. Get past that right now. What's nice is once you get going, there is a little extra cash every month. Cash is nice. Cash is good. You get a paypal account and every once in a while, there's a little extra change in there. Which is nice for when you've got all your primary income mapped out for the month. You can take part of it, save, it invest it, etc- and that's how you do smart money. You make a little bit of passive income and you squirrel it away here and there. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br />  </p> <p class="MsoNormal">So if you can write an email, you can create a passive income for yourself. (And you should be able to write an email if you're keeping a blog!   <img src="http://www.mindsay.com/xinha/plugins/InsertSmiley/smileys/0002.gif" alt="Smiley">)   <br />  </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br />  </p> <p class="MsoNormal">It's <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.heliumknowledge.com/tm/79423%20">easy</a></b> to create <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.heliumknowledge.com/tm/79408%20">passive income</a></b> by taking a <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.heliumknowledge.com/tm/80187">few minutes</a></b> every day to write <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.heliumknowledge.com/tm/80124">something useful</a></b> to share with others. You won't<b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.heliumknowledge.com/tm/79128"> get rich</a></b> overnight. Anything <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.heliumknowledge.com/tm/79426%20">worth</a></b> doing takes <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.heliumknowledge.com/tm/79129">time</a></b>.   <br />  </p> <p class="MsoNormal">  </p> <p class="MsoNormal">  </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[blogitive]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[creating not so passive passive income]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-25T09:11:45-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Get Your Blog On!]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/get_your_blog_on.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">In keeping with the previous post I wrote about creating passive income, there are ways to also generate not so passive income and <a href="http://blog.usweb.com/archives/a-website-dedicated-to-helping-you-make-money-online/."><b style="">make money online</b></a>&nbsp; Remember- it’s never an easy haul but this is the income from writing that has generated $1000 a week for some people. If you’re able to keep a blog and have an ability to write press releases that explain the aspects of new and different products, then you can write for <b style="">Blogitive</b> and earn $5 per approved posting. That may not seem like much at first but when you factor in that there’s an opportunity to write a number of press releases coupled with the fact that you can have more than one blog; and then you factor in that there is no pre-determined cash out level AND you get paid weekly…well, there’s an opportunity to create a not-so-passive passive income. I myself don’t mind spending 5 minutes or so writing a 100 word press release and getting paid $5 for it <i style="">because $5 adds up</i>. Generating this type of extra income in small amounts and increments adds up over time and believe it or not folks, is the answer to slowly and surely bringing yourself up into financial stability, little by little. As I said before, there is a real love affair with instant gratification in this country BUT the reality is when you want to be financially stable, you have to be realistic and be willing to make it happen by any and all means (legally) possible! (And this is a very legal way of doing it!) </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">With Blogitive, all you need is submit your blog and get it approved. Your blog needs to have a syndicated RSS feed. All that means is you submit your blog to Feedburner, which is easy as pie to do. You then accept or decline the web releases from Blogitive’s clients, hyperlink their site or product in your post and submit the release to Blogitive for approval. Bahda boom, bahda bing- there's an opprotunity for a weekly $5 (or much more) in your PayPal account. (And if you don’t have one of those, you can get one real easy, too. Won’t cost you a thing.) </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The exciting thing is, later, ( in addition to the other opportunities Blogitive has to offer) Blogitive will be offering things like NewsNerve which is a service that will display news headlines to display on your blog. Every time a visitor to your blog clicks on it- you earn more cash. They will also offer ghost writing where you become the voice for companies or their services/products. You won’t even need a blog to participate in this service! Just your writing skills! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">So if you haven’t checked out Blogitive, yet, get up on it. You’re missing out on the opportunity to write, make real money and be actively involved in making your situation better. Yes, I know- it's not millions overnight BUT as I<span style="">&nbsp; </span>often end most of my posts on this subject: anything worth doing takes time. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And Blogitive definitely makes it worth your time. </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[i love my job]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[bad jellyfish day]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-25T09:11:00-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[You Think You've Had a Bad Day?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p>Have you ever had one of those days where you just felt like crap and then someone sends you something that makes you realize you haven’t laughed or smiled all day—and then all of a sudden you’re guffawing so loud everyone thinks you’ve lost it? A friend of mine emailed me this. It’s supposed to be an email from a diver to his sister explaining what a ‘bad day at the office’ really is! (I don’t know if it’s real but I sure as hell got a good laugh out of it!)   <br /> </p> <p>   <br />  </p> <p><b style="">Just another note from your "bottom" dwelling brother....</b> </p> <p>   <br /> Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job.   <br />   <br /> </p> <p>As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's a wetsuit. This time of year, the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel-powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea, heats it to a delightful temperature and then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose which is taped to the air hose. Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints. </p> <p>   <br />  </p> <p>What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wetsuit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi. Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my bum started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it.   <br />   <br /> </p> <p>This only made things worse.   <br /> </p> <p>   <br />  </p> <p>Within a few seconds my bum started to burn! I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit.   <br /> </p> <p>   <br />  </p> <p>Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't stick to it. However, the crack of my bum was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my bum.   <br /> </p> <p>   <br />  </p> <p>I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically. Needless to say I aborted the dive. </p> <p>I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression Stops totaling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet.   <br /> </p> <p>   <br />  </p> <p>As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my bum as soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poo for two days because my bum was swollen shut.   <br /> </p> <p>   <br />  </p> <p>So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your bum.   <br /> </p> <p>   <br />  </p> <p>Now, repeat to yourself: <i style="">I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.   <br /> </i> </p> <p>   <br />  </p> <p>Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a <b style="">bad jellyfish day</b>? </p> <p>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ </p> <p>May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!! lol </p> <p> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[disaster]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[a cosmic slap in the you-know-what]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-25T09:11:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Luuuuucy! Joo Have Some 'Splainin' to Do!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>So I’m talking to this guy, a guy I’ve known for years who’s married to another friend of mine and he’s sweatin’ big time. He got his wife pregnant. Again. They just had a baby four months ago. They swore that the last kid was the end of their childbearing career.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>He works for an aircraft plant making pretty good money and of course he and ‘Sylvia’ still aren’t making ends meet, not even with her working full time, too. They had already realized their limitations with the two kids they have. Then she got pregnant again and they decided <em>this was it</em>. For real. They were NOT having <em>any</em> more kids after this. So ‘Sylvia’ got her tubes tied after the last baby.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>And now she’s pregnant again.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>The only thing I can think to say to my friend who is near tears on the phone is:   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p><em>“No ******* way.”   <br />    <br /> </em> </p>  <p>This is one of those things (and I’ve been there in one arena or another) where you recognize your limit, admit that there’s a problem and go forth completing the necessary actions to alleviate said problem only to get some cosmic whack in the you-know-what major big time. Oh, that incalculable level of helplessness a person can sink to when it seems you can’t win no matter what you do, how far you go, no matter how much energy you put out trying to get your nose level. Some greater power has the upper hand and isn’t about to let you forget it.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>“I can’t- I can’t believe this is happening to me. To us!” he kept saying. “We did the right thing! We did what we were supposed to do!” I couldn’t believe it either. There had to be some explanation. <em>Somebody</em> had some 'splainin' to do!   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>We went over the possibility of whether or not the surgery was actually done. I love Sylvia to death but it could have been one of these cases like my other friend whose husband was ‘supposed’ to go in for a vasectomy but didn’t- and decided to let her know only a few months later- when she was standing in the bathroom staring dumbfounded at the positive EPT stick in her hand.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>Besides the fact that Sylvia, as a diabetic, does not have pleasant pregnancies and they both dislike when she is pregnant because she becomes naggy and whiny, my friend took her to the Women’s Center himself and sat in the waiting room until they wheeled her back out some hours later. Who could forget it- he asked. The anesthetic had made her terribly sick.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>I asked if she had a tubal ligation or just her tubes ‘tied’. He said he didn’t know. He said this was a ‘woman’s parts’ thing and he didn’t really pay attention to what was going to be done. He just knew that after it was done, there wasn’t supposed to be any more kids. I explained that if it was a tubal ligation, like I had, where they remove a section of the fallopian tube, discard it and burn the rest of the tube and ovary shut, there really was some ‘splainin’ to do- cuz unless my friend has Dukes of Hazzard sperm, there was no ‘jumping the bridge’ cuz the bridge is <u>out</u> with a tubal ligation. Oh man, without a doubt- somebody <em>really</em> messed up somewhere.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>So I tell him that this could be the child ‘the one’. The one that invents a cure for cancer. Or is the next Martin Luther King. Or better yet- the next Jimi Hendrix.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p> “It would be cool. Tell me that wouldn’t be cool.” I prodded. </p>  <p>And after long pause he told me, “That would be cool.”   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>I told him- hell yeah, it would be cool. But to also remember in twenty years when the child is up on stage that it was all my idea. Therefore, I would want my cut and I get ten percent of everything little Jimi makes. </p>  <p>Finally, he laughed. A little.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>Besides a lengthy discussion about the avenues of talking to an attorney, we also talked about other stuff that’s going on, how things are working out for everybody else and why my favorite TV show is better than his favorite TV show; then we hung up. He sounded a wee bit better at the end of the conversation. But not much.    <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>I’m still shaking my head at it. There are lots of times when I have felt bad for people’s situations but I haven’t been this sorry for someone in a long, long time.   <br />    <br />  </p>  <p>Somebody somewhere gots lots of 'splainin' to do..... </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[silver]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[investing]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[monex]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[precious metals]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-11-25T09:11:44-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Time to Invest in Silver is Now]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">If it’s been on your mind to invest in <a href="http://www.monex.com/prods/silver.html%20"><b style="">silver</b></a>, then it’s time to talk about Monex. For more than thirty years the Monex Deposit Company (MDC) has maintained its lead as America’s leading precious metals investment firm. Monex knows that the demand for silver has exceeded its annual production, just as it has for the last 16 years but with silver as an investment product, Monex can provide you with silver cast in coin or ingot form. Not only can they do this but they will arrange for immediate and personal delivery to your independent bank or depository for safe storage. Monex has maintained a reputation for reliability and dependability by keeping the highest of standards and offering a well trained and educated staff of hard asset professionals to their investors. Their convenient market and competitive precious metal prices ensure that you will receive the best deal available.   <br /> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[christmas]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-08T12:12:33-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[I think I may be able to celebrate the season again... thanks to this email]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/i_think_i_may_be_able_to_celebrate_the_season_again_thanks_to_this_email.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Somebody emailed me this and it makes me feel I may be able to celebrate the season again.&nbsp; I have never felt 'right' about Christmas and I could never bring myself to care about it the way people thought I should. I'm not very religious person, just spiritual and I like what this email iilustrates.   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;Dear Friend,   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; It has come to My attention that many of you are   <br /> &gt; upset that folks are taking My name out of the   <br /> &gt; season. Maybe you've forgotten that I wasn't   <br /> &gt; actually born during this time of the year and that   <br /> &gt; it was some of your predecessors who decided to   <br /> &gt; celebrate My birthday on what was actually a time of   <br /> &gt; pagan festival. Although I do appreciate being   <br /> &gt; remembered anytime.   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; How I personally feel about this celebration can   <br /> &gt; probably be most easily understood by those of you   <br /> &gt; who have been blessed with children of your own. I   <br /> &gt; don't care what you call the day. If you want to   <br /> &gt; celebrate My birth, just GET ALONG AND LOVE ONE   <br /> &gt; ANOTHER. Now, having said that, let Me go on.   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; If it bothers you that the town in which you l live   <br /> &gt; doesn't allow a scene depicting My birth, then just   <br /> &gt; get rid of a couple of Santas and snowmen and put in   <br /> &gt; a small Nativity scene on your own front lawn. If   <br /> &gt; all My followers did that, there wouldn't be any   <br /> &gt; need for such a scene on the town square because   <br /> &gt; there would be many of them all around town.   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; Stop worrying about the fact that people are calling   <br /> &gt; the tree a holiday tree, instead of a Christmas   <br /> &gt; tree. It was I who made all trees. You can and may   <br /> &gt; remember Me anytime you see any tree. Decorate a   <br /> &gt; grape vine if you wish: I actually spoke of that   <br /> &gt; once in a teaching, explaining who I am in relation   <br /> &gt; to you and what each of our tasks were. If you have   <br /> &gt; forgotten that one, look up John 15:1-8.   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of   <br /> &gt; My birth, here is My wish list. Choose something   <br /> &gt; from it.   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; 1. Instead of writing protest letters objecting to   <br /> &gt; the way My birthday is being celebrated, write   <br /> &gt; letters of love and hope to soldiers away from home.   <br /> &gt; They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of   <br /> &gt; year. I know; they tell Me all the time.   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; 2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You don't have   <br /> &gt; to know them personally. They just need to know that   <br /> &gt; someone cares about them.   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; 3. Instead of writing the President complaining   <br /> &gt; about the wording on the cards his staff sent out   <br /> &gt; this year, why don't you write and tell him that   <br /> &gt; you'll be praying for him and his family this year.   <br /> &gt; Then follow up. It will be nice hearing from you   <br /> &gt; again.   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; 4. Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts   <br /> &gt; you can't afford and they don't need, spend time   <br /> &gt; with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and why   <br /> &gt; I came to live with you down here. Hold them in your   <br /> &gt; arms and remind them that I love them.   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; 5. Pick someone who has hurt you in the past and   <br /> &gt; forgive him or her.   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; 6. Did you know that someone in your town will   <br /> &gt; attempt to take their own life this season because   <br /> &gt; they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you don't   <br /> &gt; know who that person is, try giving everyone you   <br /> &gt; meet a warm smile, it could make the difference.   <br /> &gt; Also, you might consider supporting the local   <br /> &gt; Hot-Line: they talk with people like that every day.   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; 7. Instead of nit-picking about what the retailer in   <br /> &gt; your town calls the holiday, be patient with the   <br /> &gt; people who work there. Give them a warm smile and a   <br /> &gt; kind word. Even if they aren't allowed to wish you a   <br /> &gt; "Merry Christmas," that doesn't keep you from   <br /> &gt; wishing them one. Then stop shopping there on   <br /> &gt; Sunday. If the store didn't make so much money on   <br /> &gt; that day, they'd close and let their employees spend   <br /> &gt; the day at home with their families.   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; 8. If you really want to make a difference,   <br /> &gt; support a missionary -- especially one who takes My   <br /> &gt; love and Good News to those who have never heard My   <br /> &gt; name. You may already know someone like that.   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; 9. Here's a good one. There are individuals and   <br /> &gt; whole families in your town who not only will have   <br /> &gt; no "Christmas" tree, but neither will they have any   <br /> &gt; presents to give or receive. If you don't know   <br /> &gt; them, buy some food and a few gifts and give them to   <br /> &gt; the Marines, the Salvation Army or some other   <br /> &gt; charity which believes in Me, and they will make the   <br /> &gt; delivery for you.   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; 10. Finally if you want to make a statement about   <br /> &gt; your belief in and loyalty to Me, then behave like a   <br /> &gt; Christian. Don't do things in secret that you   <br /> &gt; wouldn't do in My presence. Let people know by your   <br /> &gt; actions that you are one of Mine.   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; Don't forget: I am God and can take care of   <br /> &gt; Myself. Just love Me and do what I have told you to   <br /> &gt; do. I'll take care of all the rest. Check out the   <br /> &gt; list above and get to work; time is short. I'll   <br /> &gt; help you, but the ball is now in your court. And do   <br /> &gt; have the most blessed Christmas with all those whom   <br /> &gt; you love and remember I LOVE YOU!   <br /> &gt;   <br /> &gt; Your Friend,   <br /> &gt; JESUS </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[joke]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-08T12:12:09-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Do You Have a BC?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A funny joke emailed to me yesterday. Gave me quite the chuckle! <br /> <br /> <br /> A rather old fashioned lady, always quite delicate and elegant, especially in her language, was planning a weeks holiday in Sydney with her husband, so she wrote to a particular camping ground and asked for a reservation. <br /> <br /> She wanted to make sure that the camping ground was fully equipped, but didn't know quite how to ask about the toilet facilities. She just couldn't bring herself <br /> to write the word "toilet" in her letter. <br /> <br /> After much thought, she finally came up with the old fashioned term "Bathroom closet" but when she wrote it down, she still thought she was being too forward, so she started all over again, rewrote the letter, and referred to the bathroom closet as the B.C. <br /> <br /> "Does the camping ground have it's own B.C." is what she wrote. <br /> <br /> Well, the camping ground owner wasn't a bit old fashioned, and he just couldn't figure out what the old lady was talking about, so he showed the letter around a few of the campers and the only thing they could come up with was that B.C. stood for Baptist Church, so he wrote the following reply. <br /> <br /> Dear Madam, <br /> <br /> I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now take the pleasure of informing you that a B.C. is located nine miles north of our camping ground, and is capable of seating 250 people at one time. <br /> <br /> I admit that it is quite a distance away if you are in the habit of going regularly but no doubt you will be pleased to know that a great number of campers go there and many take their lunches along and make a day of it. They usually arrive nice and early and stay quite late. <br /> <br /> The last time my wife and I went was six years ago, and it was so crowded we had to stand up the whole time we were there. It may interest you to know that there is a special supper planned there to raise money to buy more seats so that everyone will be able to sit in comfort. <br /> <br /> I would like to say that it pains me very much not to be able to go more regularly, but it is surely no lack of desire on my part, just that I am so busy most of the time. <br /> <br /> As we grow older, it seems to be more of an effort to go, especially in the cold weather. If you decide to come down to our camping ground perhaps I could go with you the first time you go, sit with you and introduce you to all the other folks. <br /> <br /> Remember this is a very friendly community! <br /> <br /> Your Friend, <br /> Fred <br /> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[online learning]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[higher learning]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[capella university]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-08T01:12:45-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Capella University!!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">I know from time to time, life gets out from under all of us and before we know it- we're scrambling to keep up. In order for most of us to move forward in life and be the best that we can be, we have to keep moving ever upward. There’s just no other way around it. That’s why when something comes along that makes life easier, like <a href="http://www.capella.edu/online-learning-degree-programs.aspx"><b style=""><u>online learning</u></b></a>, you do everything you can to utilize it to your advantage! Capella is one of those things that you do when you want to take yourself forward in life. Founded in 1993, this accredited* online university has offered graduate degree programs in everything from business, IT and education to psychology and human services. Even further, these programs have 76 undergraduate specializations and 16 certificate specializations. Somewhere there is a program in there that’s going to do more than move you forward in life- it’s going to propel you by leaps and bounds. With 16,000 students from 50 states and 63 countries, </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">Capella</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">University</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"> is obviously the popular choice in online distance learning. The New Year is just around the corner- make your resolution for higher learning with </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">Capella</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">University</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> *</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">Capella</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">University</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"> is accredited by The Higher Learning Commission and a member of the North Central Association of Colleges and Schools, located at </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">30 N. LaSalle Street, Suite 2400</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">, </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">Chicago</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">, </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">IL</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">60602-2504</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">, (312) 263-0456, www.ncahigherlearningcommission.org</span></p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[stay away from human resources]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-15T10:12:45-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Poor Patty]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p align="left"><b><font class="text" face="Arial,Helvetica" size="2">   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### --> December 1st   <br /> TO: ALL EMPLOYEES    <br />   <br /> I'm happy to inform you that the company Christmas Party will take place on December 23rd at Luigi's Open Pit Barbecue. There will be lots of spiked eggnog and a small band playing traditional carols...feel free to sing along. And don't be surprised if our CEO shows up dressed as Santa Claus to light the Christmas tree! Exchange of gifts among employees can be done at that time; however, no gift should be over $10. Merry Christmas to you and your family. Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director    <br />   <br /> December 2nd   <br /> TO: ALL EMPLOYEES    <br />   <br /> In no way was yesterday's memo intended to exclude our Jewish employees. We recognize that Hanukkah is an important holiday that often coincides with Christmas (though unfortunately not this year). However, from now on we're calling it our "Holiday Party." The same policy applies to employees who are celebrating Kwanzaa at this time. There will be no Christmas tree and no Christmas carols sung. Happy Holidays to you and your family. Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director    <br />   <br /> December 3rd   <br /> TO: ALL EMPLOYEES    <br />   <br /> Regarding the anonymous note I received from a member of Alcoholics Anonymous requesting a non-drinking table, I'm happy to accommodate this request, but, don't forget, if I put a sign on the table that reads, "AA Only," you won't be anonymous anymore. In addition, forget about the gifts exchange-no gifts will be allowed since the union members feel that $10 is too much money. Patty Lewis, Human Researchers Director    <br />   <br /> December 7th   <br /> TO: ALL EMPLOYEES    <br />   <br /> I've arranged for members of Overeaters Anonymous to sit farthest from the dessert buffet and pregnant women closest to the restrooms. Gays are allowed to sit with each other. Lesbians do not have to sit with the gay men; each will have their table. Yes, there will be a flower arrangement for the gay men's table. Happy now?! Patty Lewis, Human Racehorses Director    <br />   <br /> December 9th   <br /> TO: ALL EMPLOYEES    <br />   <br /> People, people, people!!-nothing sinister was intended by wanting our CEO to play Santa Claus! Even if the anagram of "Santa" does happen to be "Satan," there is no evil connotation to our own "little man in a red suit." Patty Lewis, Human Ratraces    <br />   <br /> December 10th   <br /> TO: ALL EMPLOYEES    <br />   <br /> Vegetarians-I've had it with you people!! We're going to hold this party at Luigi's Open Pit whether you like it or not; you can just sit at the table farthest from the "grill of death," as you put it, and you'll get salad bar only, including hydroponic tomatoes. But, you know, tomatoes have feelings, too. They scream when you slice them. I've heard the scream. I'm hearing them right now... Ha Ha! I hope you all have a rotten holiday! Patty Leiws, Human    <br />   <br /> December 14th   <br /> TO: ALL EMPLOYEES    <br />   <br /> I'm sure I speak for all of us in wishing Patty Lewis a speedy recovery from her stress-related illness. I'll continue to forward your cards to her at the sanitarium. In the meantime, management has cancelled our Holiday Party and is giving everyone the afternoon of the 23rd off, with full pay! Happy Holidays! Terri Bishop, Acting Human Resources Director. <!-- Credit Source --> </font></b> </p><font face="Arial, Helvetica" size="1"> </font> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[i think i know this guy]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-15T10:12:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Pessimist]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### --> <blockquote> An optimist sees the best in the world, while a pessimist sees only the worst. An optimist finds the positive in the negative, and a pessimist can only find the negative in the positive.   <br />   <br /> For example, an avid duck hunter was in the market for a new bird dog. His search ended when he found a dog that could actually walk on water to retrieve a duck. Shocked by his find, he was sure none of his friends would ever believe him.   <br />   <br /> He decided to try to break the news to a friend of his, a pessimist by nature, and invited him to hunt with him and his new dog.   <br />   <br /> As they waited by the shore, a flock of ducks flew by. they fired, and a duck fell. The dog responded and jumped into the water. The dog, however, did not sink but instead walked across the water to retrieve the bird, never getting more than his paws wet. This continued all day long; each time a duck fell, the dog walked across the surface of the water to retrieve it.   <br />   <br /> The pessimist watched carefully, saw everything, but did not say a single word.   <br />   <br /> On the drive home the hunter asked his friend, "Did you notice anything unusual about my new dog?"   <br />   <br /> "I sure did," responded the pessimist. "He can't swim." </blockquote></font></b> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[silly lizard trucks are for kids]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-18T10:12:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Another GEICO commercial]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> GEICO car insurance has added yet another installment to its safe driving series for teen drivers called "Teens and Trucks". Developed in part with the help of the American Moving and Storage Association, the installment discusses with teens the tenets of sharing the road with large trucks. For more information, you can visit GEICO's website and see for yourself. Drivers of all ages will be able to benefit from the tips given but it was specifically produced with teen drivers in mind. Valuable information in the installment discusses with teens how to: <br /> <br />* Identify where a truck's blind spots are and how to stay out of them <br />* Properly pass a truck <br />* Give proper space to a large truck making a wide turn <br />&nbsp; <br />This information is provided free of charge. <br /> <br />This information is provided to you by CarInsurance.com, an online insurance marketplace where you can get an online <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.carinsurance.com/auto-insurance-rate.aspx">auto insurance rate</a></b> in just a few clicks of your mouse! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/why_eating_healthy_is_bad_for_you.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[i hope you choke on your muffins]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-21T04:12:04-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why Eating healthy is Bad for You]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/why_eating_healthy_is_bad_for_you.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><font><font class="text" face="Arial,Helvetica" size="2">There are days I wonder if I'm doing the right thing by being healthy. Of course then, I could actually just be delaying my inevitable trip to hell...</font></font><b><font><b><font class="text" face="Arial,Helvetica" size="2"> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />They were 85 years old, and had been married for sixty years. Though they were far from rich, they managed to get by because they watched their pennies. Though not young, they were both in very good health, largely due to the wife's insistence on healthy foods and exercise for the last 2 decades. <br /> <br /> One day, their good health didn't help when they went on a rare vacation and their plane unfortunately crashed, sending them off to Heaven. <br /> <br /> They reached the pearly gates, and St. Peter escorted them inside. He took them to a beautiful mansion, furnished in gold and fine silks, with a fully stocked kitchen and a waterfall in the master bath. A maid could be seen hanging their favorite clothes in the closet. They gasped in astonishment when he said, "Welcome to Heaven. This will be your home now." <br /> <br /> The old man asked Peter how much all this was going to cost. <br /> <br /> "Why, nothing," Peter replied; "remember, this is your reward in Heaven." <br /> <br /> The old man looked out the window and right there he saw a championship golf course, finer and more beautiful than any ever-built on Earth. "What are the greens fees?" grumbled the old man. <br /> <br /> "This is heaven," St. Peter replied "You can play for free, every day, any time of day that you want." <br /> <br /> Next they went to the clubhouse and saw the lavish buffet lunch, with every imaginable cuisine laid out before them, from seafood to steaks to exotic desserts, free flowing beverages. "Don't even ask," said St Peter to the man. "This is Heaven, it is all free for you to enjoy." <br /> <br /> The old man looked around and glanced nervously at his wife. "Well, where are the low fat and low cholesterol foods, and the decaffeinated tea?" he asked. <br /> <br /> "That's the best part," St. Peter replied. "You can eat and drink as much as you like of whatever you like, and you will never get fat or sick. This is Heaven!" <br /> <br /> The old man inquired, "No gym to work out at?" <br /> <br /> "Not unless you want to," was the answer. <br /> <br /> "No testing my sugar or blood pressure or..." <br /> <br /> "Never again. All you do here is enjoy yourself." <br /> <br /> The old man glared at his wife and said, "You and your ---- bran muffins. We could have been here twenty years ago!"</font></b></font></b> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/what_we_can_expect_when_the_world_becomes_perfect.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[pipe dreams]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-21T04:12:30-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[What We Can Expect When the World Becomes Perfect]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/what_we_can_expect_when_the_world_becomes_perfect.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>I vote for number 15. <i>Especially</i> number 15. <br /> <br /> <ol><font class="text" face="Arial,Helvetica" size="2">   <li> <b>A person should feel as good at 50 as he did at 17 and he would actually be as smart at 50 as he thought he was at 17.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>You could give away a baby bed without getting pregnant.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Forget-me-nots would stimulate the memory.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Doing what was good for you would be what you enjoyed doing the most.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Pro baseball players would complain about teachers being paid contracts &nbsp;worth millions of dollars.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>People always have good reasons to be optimistic.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>You would never fumble, but if you did, you would recover the ball yourself     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>The mail would always be early, the check would always be in the mail, and it would be written for more than you expected.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Potato chips might have calories, but if you ate them with a dip, the calories would be neutralized.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>If the guy from the government said to you, "I'm here to help," not only &nbsp;would he mean it, but also he'd do it.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>First impressions wouldn't count for nearly as much as ultimate performance. Winning might be a nice thing, but that would be about all.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>All people could expect to be accepted.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Every once in a while at least, a kid who always closed the door softly &nbsp;would be told, "Go back and slam the door."     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Highway patrolmen would never be around when you're running late, but &nbsp;would always be at your side when a BMW blows past or a Mac truck won't get off your bumper.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>The better food tasted, the less calories it would have.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Warranties would be for 13 months and products would fail at 12.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>More would be accomplished by governments when they spent more. </b>   </li></font> </ol></p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/flowers_for_me.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[dot flowers]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-21T04:12:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Flowers? For Me?!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Times may change but standards remain the same and there’s no better way to say ‘I love you’, ‘happy birthday’ or ‘I’m thinking of you’ than with flowers. Dot Flowers and its award winning customer service continues to raise the standards with beautiful gourmet gift baskets full of cookies and snacks as well! Just like magic, you can have a beautiful bouquet or basket delivered within the same day from a local florist; and you can rest assured that it will be of the highest quality. A diverse inventory of flowers, gifts and yummies ensure you will be able to find a gift for just about anyone! And when people see that the<b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.dotflowers.com/"> flower delivery </a></b>guy is there just for them, that’s almost as good as the gift itself! </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[drunk]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[mistrust]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[realtionships]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[trust]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-31T11:12:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Worst Day!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><font><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">&nbsp;</font></b></font></b><font><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">I laughed pretty good at this one- I saw myself as the wife right away... <br /></font></font><b><font><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> <br /> <br />Joe had asked Bob to help him out with the deck after work, so Bob just went straight over to Joe's place. When they got to the door, Joe went straight to his wife, gave her a hug and told her how beautiful she was and how much he had missed her at work. When it was time for supper, he complimented his wife on her cooking, kissed her and told her how much he loved her. <br /> <br /> Once they were working on the deck, Bob told Joe that he was surprised that he fussed so much over his wife. Joe said that he'd started this about 6 months ago, and that it had revived their marriage, and things couldn't be better. <br /> <br /> Bob thought he'd give it a try. When he got home, he gave his wife a massive hug, kissed her and told her that he loved her. His wife burst into tears. <br /> <br /> Bob was confused and asked why she was crying. She said, "This is the worst day of my life. First, little Billy fell off his bike and twisted his ankle. Then, the washing machine broke and flooded the basement. And now, you come home drunk!"</font></b></font></b> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/who_says_god_isnt_short_of_cash.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[money]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[joke]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[church]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[tithe]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-31T11:12:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Who Says God Isn't Short of Cash?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">Emailed to me last week. Cute. Verrrry cute!</font><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> <br /> <br /> <br />Did you hear the one about the two men who crashed in their private plane onto a South Pacific island? &nbsp;They both survived. <br /> <br /> One of the men brushed himself off and then proceeded to run all over the island in order to determine their chances for survival. <br /> <br /> After a thorough search of the island he rushed up to the other man and declared, "This island is uninhabited, there is no food, there is no water. &nbsp;We are going to die!" <br /> <br /> The other man comfortably leaned against the fuselage of the wrecked plane, folded his arms and responded, "I make $100,000 per week." And then was quiet. <br /> <br /> The first man, realizing his friend must not understand declared again with strong conviction, "Listen, we are on an uninhabited island. &nbsp;There is no food, no water. &nbsp;We are going to die!" <br /> <br /> The other man, unruffled, again responded. &nbsp;"Listen, I make $100,000 per week." <br /> <br /> Mystified, the first man, taken aback, but unwilling to be satisfied with such an answer again repeated, "I'm telling you we ARE going to die. &nbsp;There is no one else on this island. &nbsp;There is No food. &nbsp;There is NO water. &nbsp;We are, I repeat, we ARE going to die." <br /> <br /> Still unfazed, the first man looked the other in the eyes and said, "Don't make me say this again. &nbsp;I make $100,000 per week. &nbsp;I pay a 10% tithe to the church. &nbsp;My pastor WILL find us!"</font></b> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[vacations]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[orlando]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-31T12:12:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[*A Trip to Orlando!*]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Christmas has come and gone but there’s still time to start the year right and make 2007 special with an Orlando vacation! <span style="">&nbsp;</span>Orlando is the theme park capital of the world with over 50 parks in the vicinity alone. Who hasn’t heard of Disney World? <span style="">&nbsp;</span>However, there’s more to Orlando than that! Golf courses, convention centers, restaurants, shopping, outstanding entertainment…this family-friendly center has all you could ever need to make that special fantasy vacation getaway a supreme reality! Thanks to the competitive nature of the tourism industry, great deals are being offered all the time for every price range making an Orlando vacation very doable for any budget. Staying in one of those fancy <a href="http://www.orlandovacation.com/"><b>Orlando hotels</b></a> is more of a reality than you think! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/first_second_third_childrens_birth_orders.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[children]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-31T12:12:56-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[First, Second, Third- Children's Birth Orders]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p align="left">I found this humorous, even though I only only have two boys I realize how relaxed everything is even from the first to the second child. I always wanted to have more children, the original plan to have at least 5 boys- a basketball team OR a gang of bloodthirsty bankrobbers who brought their stash home to mama, whichever fit better....Unfortunately, I never found anyone who was as gung-ho about raising kids as I was- of the two men that came into my life, they wanted to be the child themselves! Wiping butts is one thing, being expected to wipe the butt of a 40 year old man is something I will <i>not</i> do. So two boys it is. Someday they will have children themselves. And I hope they have large families so that I can be the matriarch of a huge-ass family; something that would make Rose Kennedy eat her heart out!   <br /> </p> <p align="left"><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <br /></font></b> </p> <p align="left"><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <br /></font></b> </p> <p align="left"><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> <!-- Start of Text ##### --> Your Clothes: </font></b> </p> <ul><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <li> <b>1st baby: You begin wearing maternity clothes as soon as your OB/GYN confirms your pregnancy.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>2nd baby: You wear your regular clothes for as long as possible.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>3rd baby: Your maternity clothes ARE your regular clothes.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li></font> </ul> <b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">Preparing for the Birth: </font></b> <ul><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <li> <b>1st baby: You practice your breathing religiously.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>2nd baby: You don't bother because you remember that last time, breathing didn't do a thing.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>3rd baby: You ask for an epidural in your eighth month.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li></font> </ul> <b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">The Layette: </font></b> <ul><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <li> <b>1st baby: You pre-wash newborn's clothes, color-coordinate them, and fold them neatly in the baby's little bureau.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>2nd baby: You check to make sure that the clothes are clean and discard only the ones with the darkest stains.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>3rd baby: Boys can wear pink, can't they?      <br />     <br /></b>   </li></font> </ul> <b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">Worries: </font></b> <ul><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <li> <b>1st baby: At the first sign of distress--a whimper, a frown--you pick up the baby.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>2nd baby: You pick the baby up when his/her wails threaten to wake your firstborn.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>3rd baby: You teach your three-year-old how to rewind the mechanical swing.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li></font> </ul> <b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">Pacifier: </font></b> <ul><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <li> <b>1st baby: If the pacifier falls on the floor, you put it away until you can go home and wash and boil it.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>2nd baby: When the pacifier falls on the floor, you squirt it off with some juice from the baby's bottle.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>3rd baby: You wipe it off on your shirt and pop it back in.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li></font> </ul> <b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">Diapering: </font></b> <ul><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <li> <b>1st baby:&nbsp;You change your baby's diapers every hour, whether they need it or not.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>2nd baby: You change their diaper every two to three hours, if needed.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>3rd baby: You try to change their diaper before others start to complain about the smell or you see it sagging to their knees.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li></font> </ul> <b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">Activities: </font></b> <ul><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <li> <b>1st baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics, Baby Swing, and Baby Story Hour.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>2nd baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>3rd baby: You take your infant to the supermarket and the dry cleaner.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li></font> </ul> <b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">Going Out: </font></b> <ul><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <li> <b>1st baby: The first time you leave your baby with a sitter, you call home five times.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>2nd baby: Just before you walk out the door, you remember to leave a number where you can be reached.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>3rd baby: You leave instructions for the sitter to call only if she sees blood.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li></font> </ul> <b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">At Home: </font></b> <ul><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <li> <b>1st baby: You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at the baby.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>2nd baby:&nbsp;You spend a bit of everyday watching to be sure your older child isn't squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>3rd baby:&nbsp;You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li></font> </ul> <b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">Swallowing Coins: </font></b> <ul><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <li> <b>1st child: When first child swallows a coin, you rush the child to the hospital and demand x-rays.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>2nd child: When second child swallows a coin, you carefully watch for the coin to pass.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>3rd child:&nbsp;When third child swallows a coin you deduct it from his allowance!!      <br />     <br /></b>   </li></font> </ul> <b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> <br /> </font></b> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[disney]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[tickets]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[orlando]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-31T12:12:38-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[*Tickets to ORlando! Get Yer Tickets Here!*]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">So- you’re looking for discount <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.orlandofuntickets.com/">Disney World Tickets</a></b> but don’t know where to find them….Well, now you do! Orlandofuntickets.com has all you’ll ever need for finding discount tickets to Orlando theme parks and attractions. Those much sought after Disney tickets aren’t much more than a few mouseclicks away and the low prices won’t leave you feeling so intimidated about treating your family and loved ones to an unforgettable and magic time! Even if you don’t decide to do Disney, there are a number of other attractions that promise just as much fun; Universal Studios, Medieval Times, Sea World and Kennedy Space Center all have discount tickets available through Orlandofuntickets.com! </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[jokes]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[priest]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[rabbi]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-31T12:12:35-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Another priest and rabbi joke I just couldn't pass up!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><font><font class="text" face="Arial,Helvetica" size="2">What is so attractive about priest and rabbi jokes. I can't help it. I love them!</font></font><b><font><b><font class="text" face="Arial,Helvetica" size="2"> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />A Rabbi and a Priest were sitting together on a train, and the Rabbi leans over and asks, "So how high can you go in your organization?" <br /> <br /> The Priest says, "If I am lucky, I guess I could become a Bishop." <br /> <br /> "But, could you get any higher than that?" asks the Rabbi. <br /> <br /> "I suppose that if my works are seen in a very good light that I might be made an Arch Bishop," said the Priest a bit cautiously. <br /> <br /> "Is there any way that you might go higher than that?" <br /> <br /> "Now, if all the Saints should smile, I guess I could be made a Cardinal", said the priest. <br /> <br /> "Could you be anything higher than a Cardinal?" probed the Rabbi. <br /> <br /> Hesitating just a little bit, the Priest said "I suppose that I could be elected Pope, but the odds there ..." <br /> <br /> So the Rabbi interjects, "And could you be anything higher than that? What is there higher than the Pope?" <br /> <br /> "What!!! I should be the Messiah himself!?!" <br /> <br /> The Rabbi leaned back, smiled, and said, "Well you know, one of our boys made it..."</font></b></font></b> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[men]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[communication]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[women]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[the lack thereof]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-31T12:12:11-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Men SAY, Women HEAR]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>This one speaks for itself..... <br /> <br /> <ol><font class="text" face="Arial,Helvetica" size="2">   <li> <b>"I can't find it"     <br />     <br /> MEANS: It didn't fall into my outstretched hands, so I am completely clueless.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"That's women's work"     <br />     <br /> MEANS: it's difficult, dirty, and thankless.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"Will you marry me?"     <br />     <br /> MEANS: both of my roommates have moved out, I can't find the washer and there's no peanut butter left.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"It's a guy thing."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: there's no rational thought pattern connected with it, and you have no chance at all of making it logical.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"Can I help with dinner?"     <br />     <br /> MEANS: why isn't it already on the table?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"It would take too long to explain"     <br />     <br /> MEANS: I have no idea how it works.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"I'm getting more exercise lately"     <br />     <br /> MEANS: the batteries in the remote are dead.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"We're going to be late."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: I have a legitimate reason for driving like a maniac.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"Take a break, Doris, you're working too hard."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: I can't hear the football over the vacuum cleaner.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"That's interesting dear."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: are you still talking?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"Love, we don't need material things to prove our love."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: I forgot our anniversary again.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"You expect too much from me."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: You expect me to stay awake?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"It's really a good film."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: It's got guns, knives, fast cars, and women.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"You know how bad my memory is."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: I remember the words to the theme song of Only Fools and Horses, the address of the first girl I kissed, and the plate number of every car I've ever owned, but I forgot your birthday.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"I was just thinking about you, and got you these roses."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: the girl selling them on the corner was a real babe.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"Oh, don't fuss, I just cut myself, it's no big deal."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: I have actually severed a limb, but will bleed to death before I admit I'm hurt.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"Hey, I've got reasons for what I'm doing."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: what did you catch me at?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"She's one of those rabid feminists."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: she refused to make my coffee.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"I heard you."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: I haven't the foggiest clue what you just said, and hope I can fake it well enough, so that you don't spend the next three days yelling at me.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"You know I could never love anyone else."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: I am used to the way YOU yell at me, and realize it could be worse.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"You really look terrific in that outfit."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: Please don't try on one more outfit, I'm starving.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"I brought you a present."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: It was free ice scraper on the cover of Man and Motors.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"I missed you."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: I can't find my sock drawer, the kids are hungry, and we're out of toilet paper.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"I'm not lost, I know exactly where we are."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: No one will ever see us alive again.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"This relationship is getting too serious."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: I like you almost as much as I like my car.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>"I don't need to read the instructions."     <br />     <br /> MEANS: I am perfectly capable of screwing it up without printed help. </b>   </li></font> </ol> <b><font class="text" face="Arial,Helvetica" size="2"> <!-- Credit Source --> </font></b><font face="Arial, Helvetica" size="1"> </font></p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[dental]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[alexandria]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[virginia]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-31T01:12:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[*Hayfield Dental Care in Alexandria, Va*]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hayfield Dental Care of Alexandria, Virginia is an outstanding example of the fine art of patient care and service in the dental industry. In the 20 years since its founding, 23,000 patients have found the type of care that that is compassionate and whose services in family and cosmetic dentistry are done with experience, pride and a focus on patient well-being. At <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tags/hayfield/">Hayfield Dental Care</a></b>, all the latest procedures are available and performed with modern equipment. Consultations with professional dental workers who have perfect records with the Virginia Board of Dentistry are free and new patients are welcome to call at any time! So don’t wait or hesitate! Call 703-971-2220 to set up you appointment! </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/the_secret_lingo_of_classified_job_ads.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[jobs that suck]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-31T01:12:32-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Secret Lingo of Classified Job Ads....]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p align="left"><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">I've found just about everything has a secret lingo. This should make the job search go much faster.</font><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### --> </font></b> </p> <ol><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <li> <b>COMPETITIVE SALARY     <br /> We remain competitive by paying less than our competitors.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>JOIN OUR FAST-PACED TEAM     <br /> We have no time to train you.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>CASUAL WORK ATMOSPHERE     <br /> We don't pay enough to expect that you'll dress up; well, a couple of the real daring guys wear earrings.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>MUST BE DEADLINE ORIENTED     <br /> You'll be six months behind schedule on your first day.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>SOME OVERTIME REQUIRED     <br /> Some time each night and some time each weekend.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>DUTIES WILL VARY     <br /> Anyone in the office can boss you around.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>MUST HAVE AN EYE FOR DETAIL     <br /> We have no quality control.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>CAREER-MINDED     <br /> Female Applicants must be childless (and remain that way).      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>APPLY IN PERSON     <br /> If you're old, fat or ugly you'll be told the position has been filled.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>NO PHONE CALLS PLEASE     <br /> We've filled the job; our call for resumes is just a legal formality.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>SEEKING CANDIDATES WITH A WIDE VARIETY OF EXPERIENCE     <br /> You'll need it to replace three people who just left.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>PROBLEM-SOLVING SKILLS A MUST     <br /> You're walking into a company in perpetual chaos.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>REQUIRES TEAM LEADERSHIP SKILLS     <br /> You'll have the responsibilities of a manager, without the pay or respect.      <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>GOOD COMMUNICATION SKILLS     <br /> Management communicates, you listen, figure out what they want and do it.     <br /> </b>   </li></font> </ol> <b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> <!-- Credit Source --> </font></b><font face="Arial, Helvetica" size="1"> </font> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2006-12-31T01:12:50-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Rules of Engagement- Holiday Shopping and Returns]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/rules_of_engagement_holiday_shopping_and_returns.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>I dashed to Wal-Mart yesterday to get things they were out of or forgot on my shopping trip last Friday (my Wal-Mart sux big time- they are always out of everything and never re-stock until something has been out for a month- still I took a chance and did get everything. It was amazing.) My mom went to Wal-Mart the day after Christmas to return stuff and she was the 2nd person in line, turned her stuff in, got a refund and left. Last night there was a line that snaked all the way through the store- it was a madhouse! <br /> <br />Rules of the Crowded shopping Center: <br /> <ol><font class="text" face="Arial,Helvetica" size="2">   <li> <b>A stunned, bewildered idiot will stand at the intersection of two or more major traffic aisles so as to cause the most inconvenience to passers-by who do know where they are going.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Such idiot will be carrying at least one bag capable of comfortably holding a '57 Buick, and will make sudden, random turns so as to fling the bag into the shins (or worse) of passers-by.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>When such idiot is intercepted by family and/or friends and removed from the location, they will be replaced by a freshly bewildered idiot within 3.5 seconds, maximum.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>No matter how many signs (or how big they are) the store puts up clearly announcing "NO RETURNS OR EXCHANGES DEC 26 or 27" there will be no less than 5 morons crowded into every cashier's line who figure this rule couldn't possibly apply to them. And they'll be pretty huffy about it, too.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Nitwits who can clearly afford baby sitters (either that, or they're shoplifting the 5 high-end DVD players under their arm) will have the curious impression that day after Christmas shopping is exactly the sort of bonding event their squalling 3-week-old offspring wants most to do in this life.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>The parking lot of any store over 300 square meters will contain no less than 17 Sport Utility Vehicles with dogs pretending to be ready to drive off at a moment's notice. When the supervising human does return, odds are 50/50 that the dog will occupy said human's lap as driving commences. Especially if the dog is the size of a Saturn Launch Vehicle.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>No idiot driving a SUV has any grasp of the physical size of the vehicle, with the result being that parking them involves maneuvers hitherto unaccomplished by the entire Kirov Ballet.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Imbeciles paying for purchases of Items Necessary to Life (consumer electronics, compact disks, angora sweaters..) with $50 bills will be constantly complaining about the state of abject poverty they live in.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Seven hours before closing time December 24, Wal-Mart will start setting up displays of huge saccharine Valentine's Bears, each clutching oversized satin hearts.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Any mall containing a theatre will have an aroma of popcorn frying in rancid canola emanating into the hall. The smell will be strong enough to gag a maggot. And patrons will buy it at prices per ounce greater than those for top sirloin, under the impression it's somehow "healthy" for them, and that the 4 tablespoons of salt on it somehow don't count. </b>   </li></font> </ol> <b><font class="text" face="Arial,Helvetica" size="2"> <!-- Credit Source --> </font></b><font face="Arial, Helvetica" size="1"> </font></p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[usweb]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[search engine marketing]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-31T01:12:34-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[*USWeb- Best o' the Best*]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Established in 1995, USWeb has become the leading service for providing Internet strategies that help their clients attain market shares and profits. A number of major clients throughout the years have found that the expert advice of the fully qualified and experienced staff that is USWeb has boosted their reach to target marketing prospects beyond what could be imagined. Over a decade of experience in online marketing has given USWeb the just the key experience and ability to interpret brand awareness, audience development, and customer retention in the blink of an eye. This means they also have the ability to define what will attract traffic to websites and put those websites at the top of online searches- despite the fierce competition. <span style="">&nbsp;</span>Search Engine Optimization skills, PPC Bid Management, and Trusted Feed services are big words and concepts to most but not to a major player like USWeb. They are the magic ingredients they use for a website’s success! If you're looking for the best in   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.usweb.com/">search engine marketing</a></b>, you're looking for USWeb!   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2006-12-31T03:12:40-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Biblical Headlines Modernized]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p align="left"><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### --> If today's media got a hold of these Biblical stories . . .   <br /> </font></b> </p><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> <br /> <li> On Red Sea crossing:   <br /> WETLANDS TRAMPLED IN LABOR STRIKE   <br />Pursuing Environmentalists Killed   <br />    <br />   <br /> </li> <li> On David vs. Goliath:   <br /> HATE CRIME KILLS BELOVED CHAMPION   <br /> Psychologist Questions Influence of Rock   <br />    <br />   <br /> </li> <li> On Elijah on Mt. Carmel:   <br /> FIRE SENDS RELIGIOUS RIGHT EXTREMIST INTO FRENZY   <br />&nbsp;400 Killed   <br />    <br />   <br /> </li> <li> On the birth of Christ:   <br />HOTELS FULL, ANIMALS LEFT HOMELESS   <br />Animal Rights Activists Enraged by Insensitive Couple   <br />    <br />   <br /> </li> <li> On feeding the 5,000:   <br />PREACHER STEALS CHILD'S LUNCH   <br />Disciples Mystified Over Behavior   <br />    <br />   <br /> </li> <li> On healing the 10 lepers:   <br />LOCAL DOCTOR'S PRACTICE RUINED   <br />"Faith Healer" Causes Bankruptcy   <br />    <br />    <br />   <br /> </li> <li> On raising Lazarus from the dead:   <br /> FUNDAMENTALIST PREACHER RAISES A STINK   <br />Will Reading to be Delayed   <br />  </li></font></b> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[gross]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[yuck]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[what is that]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-31T03:12:01-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[You suck at Cooking When....]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>I'm not THAT bad a cook- I hope. Besides my kids live off of PB&amp;J.... <br /> <br /> <ol><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <li><b>You use the smoke alarm as a cooking timer.     <br />     <br /> </b>   </li>   <li><b>You consider it a culinary success if the pop-tart stays in one piece.     <br />     <br /> </b>   </li>   <li><b>Your dog goes to the neighbors' to eat.     <br />     <br /> </b>   </li>   <li><b>Your family buys Alka Seltzer and Kaopectate in bulk.     <br />     <br /> </b>   </li>   <li><b>When you barbecue, two of your kids hold water guns and the third stands ready by the phone with 911 on speed-dial.     <br />     <br /> </b>   </li>   <li><b>Your family automatically heads for the dinner table every time they hear a fire truck siren.     <br />     <br /> </b>   </li>   <li><b>The EPA insists that all your garbage cans be marked with biohazard symbols.     <br />     <br /> </b>   </li>   <li><b>Your microwave display reads "TILT!"     <br />     <br /> </b>   </li>   <li><b>Your two best recipes are meatloaf and apple pie, but your dinner guests can't tell which is which.     <br />     <br /> </b>   </li>   <li><b>Your pie filling bubbles over and eats the enamel off the bottom of the oven.     <br />     <br /> </b>   </li>   <li><b>You've used three boxes of scouring pads and a bottle of Drano and a crowbar, and that macaroni and cheese still won't let go of the pan.     <br />     <br /> </b>   </li>   <li><b>Pest control companies keep pestering you for your recipes.     <br />     <br /> </b>   </li>   <li><b>You make tuna noodle surprise and the surprise is that it glows in the dark and melts the silverware.     <br />     <br /> </b>   </li>   <li><b>Your family prays AFTER they eat!</b>   </li></font></font> </ol> <br /></p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[gold]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[monex]]></category>
  <dc:date>2006-12-31T03:12:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[*MONEX- You Just Hit Gold!*]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/monex_you_just_hit_gold.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Those looking to <b><a title="" target="" href="http://monex.com/prods/gold_coins.html">buy gold coins</a></b> should take a look at Monex Deposit Company. MDC has been in business for nearly 30 years and has the ability to arrange delivery of gold and other precious metals at any independent bank or depository. Gold is an investment that can come in coin or ingot form and is considered to be an investment that has consistently been strong from the beginnings of history! Monex provides the best special metal investors you can find; the highly skilled and experience d staff not only focuses on the best of investments but on client satisfaction. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[i fought the llama and the llama won]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-01-04T09:01:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[It May Not Be the Best System but It's the One We've Got....]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/it_may_not_be_the_best_system_but_its_the_one_weve_got.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>How a bill becomes law, family style... <br /> <br /><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> </font></b> <ul><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <li> <b>Step One: &nbsp; The father of the house issues an executive order that all Saturday activities will be suspended until the garage is cleaned up.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Two: &nbsp; The children form a committee and produce a report finding the order totally unconstitutional because it violates the "Cruel and Unusual" clause.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Three: &nbsp; The committee report is voided by paternal declaration.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Four: &nbsp; The ruling is appealed under the "This is stupid nobody else has to do this kind of stuff" doctrine of the "Equal Protection" clause. Specific examples are cited of other children who are not cleaning their garages.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Five: &nbsp; The "nobody else has to" doctrine is rejected as having no bearing on the case.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Six: &nbsp; Each child petitions separately for the relief under the "why do I have to do it none of it is my junk" theory.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Seven: &nbsp; The father rules that the individuals of the household are a family, that the junk in the garage belongs to the family, and that the family has the responsibility of cleaning it up.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Eight: &nbsp; The children attempt to stay the executive order by evading subpoena.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Nine: &nbsp; The father retrieves the children from their bedrooms and declares notice properly served.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Ten: &nbsp; The children plead pre-existing obligations that preempt the paternal proclamation. The oldest is due at the mall, the middle child has to go to a soccer game, and the youngest is yeah me too.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Eleven: &nbsp; Clarification is sought from the youngest on which of the two lame excuses is yeah me too: &nbsp; soccer game or the mall?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Twelve: &nbsp; The youngest says the soccer game.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Thirteen: &nbsp; The father rules the soccer game cannot preempt the garage cleanup.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Fourteen: &nbsp; The youngest says I meant the mall.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Fifteen: &nbsp; The father rules the mall cannot preempt the garage cleanup.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Sixteen: &nbsp; The children pass a resolution that the father is the meanest man in the world.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Seventeen: &nbsp; The father agrees to accept the "meanest man" amendment and calls for an end to the debate.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Eighteen: &nbsp; The children submit an emergency appeal on the grounds that there might be mice living in the garage.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Nineteen: &nbsp; The father issues an executive decree that he has authority over all rodents and that there are no mice in the garage.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Twenty: &nbsp; The children move for dismissal, claiming they are exempt because they have homework to do.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Twenty-One: &nbsp; The father consults the official Cameron family calendar and determines there is another day left in the weekend in which homework can be done.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Twenty-two: &nbsp; The children file a grievance with the Supreme Court of the house: &nbsp; their mother. A restraining order is sought prohibiting enforcement of the father's executive order on the grounds that he never listens, he is ruining our lives, he's mean, and if he really wants the garage cleaned up why doesn't he do it himself.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Twenty-Three: &nbsp; A constitutional crisis is averted when the wife hands down a decision supporting the father's right to order the children to clean up the garage.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Twenty-four: &nbsp; The children declare themselves no longer members of the family. As stateless persons, they are not subject to parental authority.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Twenty-five: &nbsp; The father agrees to expedite the emigration of each child on the date they achieve their majorities. Until the parents are released by the laws of the State of Colorado from their obligations, however, the family members are stuck with each other. Meanwhile, the father identifies further sanctions to be imposed upon delay of compliance with his order, including suspension of telephone privileges.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Twenty-six: &nbsp; The teenagers file a brief equating telephone cut-off with capital punishment.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Twenty-seven: &nbsp; The father further suspends all use of the family automobile until the garage is cleaned up enough to park the car in it.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Step Twenty-eight: &nbsp; The children petition for relief from further sanctions by agreeing to clean up the garage.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Thus, with these simple 28 steps, a bill moves through the checks and balances and becomes law.     <br /> </b>   </li></font> </ul> <br /></p>
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  <category><![CDATA[mopeds]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[ferraris]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-01-04T09:01:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Catch Me if You Can]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> <br /> A "cool" young man goes out and buys the best car available: a 2000 Ferrari GTO. It is also the most expensive car in the world, and it costs him $500,000. He takes it out for a spin and stops at a red light. <br /> <br /> An old man on a moped (both looking about 90 years old) pulls up next to him. The old man looks over at the sleek, shiny car and asks, "What kind of car you got there, sonny?" <br /> <br /> The young man replies, "A 2000 Ferrari GTO. It cost half a million dollars!". <br /> <br /> "That's a lot of money," says the old man. "Why does it cost so much?". <br /> <br /> "Because this car can do up to 320 kilometers an hour!" states the young man proudly. <br /> <br /> The moped driver asks, "Mind if I take a look inside?". <br /> <br /> "No problem," replies the owner. <br /> <br /> So the old man pokes his head in the window and looks around. Then, sitting back on his moped, the old man says, "That's a pretty nice car, all right!". <br /> <br /> Just then the light changes so the guy decides to show the old man just what his car can do. He floors it, and within 30 seconds the speedometer reads 320 kph. Suddenly, he notices a dot in his rearview mirror. It seems to be getting closer! He slows down to see what it could be and suddenly, whhhoooossshhh! Something whips by him, going much faster! "What on earth could be going faster than my Ferrari?!" the young man asks himself. <br /> <br /> Then, ahead of him, he sees a dot coming toward him. Whoooooosh! It goes by again, heading the opposite direction! And it looked like the old man on the moped! <br /> <br /> "Couldn't be," thinks the young man. "How could a moped outrun a Ferrari?!" But again, he sees a dot in his rear view mirror! Whooooosh! Ka-BbblaMMM! It plows into the back of his car, demolishing the rear end. <br /> <br /> The young man jumps out and looks at the man and it IS the old man!!! He runs up to the mangled old man and says, "Omigosh! Is there anything I can do for you?" The old man whispers in the young man's ear, "Unhook my suspenders from your side-view mirror!"</font></b> </p>
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  <dc:date>2007-01-04T09:01:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[*PowerOptions- Do-It-Yourself Stocktrading*]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Do you know what a <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.poweropt.com/tutor.asp">covered call</a></b> is? Would you like to learn? With PowerOptions, you have the all the materials and help you could possibly need to get yourself up and running on the road to trading stocks for yourself. Not only will you learn all the lingo, the patented SmartSearchXL will help you find, compare and analyze your stock options, zooming in on all the stocks with the highest returns. With PowerOptions you make your goals and then you reach them with true time essential data and every tool for success right at your fingertips. Try it for 14 days free and see how easy the SmartSearchXL actually is. </p> </p>
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  <dc:date>2007-01-10T12:01:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Out of the Mouths of Babes]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><font><font class="text" face="Arial,Helvetica" size="2">Now I get it...</font></font><b><font><b><font class="text" face="Arial,Helvetica" size="2"> <br /> <br /> <br />I was out walking with my 4 year old daughter. She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her and I asked her not to do that. Why?" my daughter asked. <br /> <br /> "Because it's been on the ground, you don't know where it's been, it's dirty and probably has germs" I replied. At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked, Mommy, how do you know all this stuff?" <br /> <br /> "Uh," I was thinking quickly. "All moms know this stuff. It's on the Mommy Test. You have to know it, or they don't let you be a Mommy" <br /> <br /> We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently pondering this new information. <br /> <br /> "OH...I get it!" she beamed. "So if you don't pass the test you have to be the daddy." <br /> <br /> "EXACTLY," I replied back with a big smile on my face and joy in my heart. </font></b></font></b> </p>
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  <category><![CDATA[sat's]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-01-10T12:01:56-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Answers to the SATs- Gone Wrong]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">What is it they say? If you think education is expensive consider the price of sending your kids to public school! (Just kidding- please don't throw rocks!) <br /></font><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> <br /> <br /> </font></b> <ul><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2">   <li><b>Q: Name the four seasons.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: In a democratic society, how important are elections?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: Very important. Sex can only happen when a male gets an election.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: What are steroids?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: Things for keeping carpets still on the stairs.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: What happens to your body as you age?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: When you get old, so do your bowels and you get intercontinental.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: What happens to a boy when he reaches puberty?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: He says good-bye to his boyhood and looks forward to his adultery.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: Name a major disease associated with cigarettes.     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: Premature death.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: How can you delay milk turning sour?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: Keep it in the cow.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: How are the main parts of the body categorized? (E.g., abdomen.)     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: The body is consisted into three parts -- the brainium, the borax and the abdominal cavity. The branium contains the brain, the borax contains the heart and lungs, and the abdominal cavity contains the five bowels, A,E,I,O and U.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: What is the Fibula?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: A small lie.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: What does "varicose" mean?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: Nearby.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: What is the most common form of birth control?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: Most people prevent contraception by wearing a condominium.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: Give the meaning of the term "Caesarean Section."     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: The caesarean section is a district in Rome.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: What is a seizure?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: A Roman emperor.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: What is a terminal illness?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: When you are sick at the airport     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: Give an example of a fungus. What is a characteristic feature?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: Mushrooms. They always grow in damp places and so they look like umbrellas.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: What does the word "benign"?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: Benign is what you will be after you be eight.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: What is a turbine?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: Something an Arab wears on his head.     <br />     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>Q: What is a Hindu?     <br />     <br /></b>   </li>   <li> <b>A: It lays eggs. </b>   </li></font> </ul> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-01-10T12:01:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[*The Real CSI*]]></title>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-05-07T01:05:23-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Seniors Exercise Program]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>My best friend sent me this...Seniors? I wonder what the hell he's trying to say....


Just came across this exercise suggested for seniors, to build muscle strength in the arms and shoulders. It seems so easy, so I thought I'd pass it on to some of my younger friends. The article suggested doing it three days a week.

Begin by standing on a comfortable surface, where you have plenty of room at each side.

With a 5-lb. potato sack in each hand, extend your arms straight out from your sides, and hold them there as long as you can. Try to reach a full minute, then relax.

Each day, you'll find that you can hold this position for just a bit longer.

After a couple of weeks, move up to 10-lb. potato sacks.

Then 50-lb. potato sacks, and eventually try to get to where you can lift a 100-lb. potato sack in each hand and hold your arms straight for more than a full minute.

After you feel confident at that level, put a potato in each of the sacks; but be careful.

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  <category><![CDATA[attorneys]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-05-07T01:05:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[At Last- a Real Attorney]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Don't know if this is true or not but I would love to have this guy on my side. Most attorneys I know are do-nothings. Unless the money's right. 


A New Orleans lawyer sought an FHA (Federal Housing Administration) loan for a client. He was told that the loan would be granted if he could prove satisfactory title to a parcel of property being offered as collateral. The title to the property dated back to 1803, which took the lawyer three months to track down.

After sending the information to FHA, he received the following reply: "Upon review of your letter adjoining your client's loan application, we note that the request is supported by an Abstract of Title. While we compliment the able manner in which you prepared and presented the application, we must point out that you have only cleared the Title to the proposed collateral property back to the year 1803. Before final approval can be accorded, it will be necessary to clear the title back to it's origin."

Annoyed, the lawyer responded as follows: 

"Your letter regarding Titles in Case No. 189156 has been received. I note that you wish to have Titles extended further than the 194 years covered by the present application. I was unaware that any educated person in this country, particularly those working in the property arena, would not know that Louisiana was purchased by the U.S. from France in 1803, the year of origin identified in our application. For the edification of uninformed FHA bureaucrats, the title to the land prior to U.S. ownership was obtained from France, who had acquired it by Right of Conquest from Spain. The land came into possession of Spain by Right of Discovery made in the year 1492 by a sea captain named Christopher Columbus, who had been granted the privilege of seeking a new route to India by the then reigning monarch, Isabella. The good queen, being a pious woman and careful about titles, almost as much as the FHA, took the precaution of securing the blessing of the Pope before she sold her jewels to fund Columbus' expedition. Now the Pope, as I'm sure you know, is the emissary of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. And God, it is commonly accepted, created this world. Therefore, I believe it is safe to presume that He also made that part of the world called Louisiana. I hope that you are satisfied.

Now, may we have our Title?"

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  <dc:date>2007-05-07T02:05:39-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**MONEX GOLD**]]></title>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-05-07T02:05:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Bad Science]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Can't tell which is my favorite...either number 7 or number 8...



   1. When a cat is dropped, it always lands on its feet, and when toast is dropped, it always lands with the buttered side facing down. I propose to strap buttered toast to the back of a cat; the two will hover, spinning inches above the ground. With a giant buttered cat array, a high-speed monorail could easily link New York with Chicago.

   2. If an infinite number of rednecks riding in an infinite number of pickup trucks fire an infinite number of shotgun rounds at an infinite number of highway signs, they will eventually produce all the worlds great literary works in Braille.

   3. Why Yawning Is Contagious: You yawn to equalize the pressure on your eardrums. This pressure change outside your eardrums unbalances other people's ear pressures, so they must yawn to even it out.

   4. Communist China is technologically underdeveloped because they have no alphabet and therefore cannot use acronyms to communicate ideas at a faster rate.

   5. The earth may spin faster on its axis due to deforestation. Just as a figure skater's rate of spin increases when the arms are brought in close to the body, the cutting of tall trees may cause our planet to spin dangerously fast.

   6. Birds take off at sunrise. On the opposite side of the world, they are landing at sunset. This causes the earth to spin on its axis.

   7. The reason hot-rod owners raise the backs of their cars is that it's easier to go faster when you're always going downhill.

   8. The quantity of consonants in the English language is constant. If omitted in one place, they turn up in another. When a Bostonian "pahks" his "cah," the lost r's migrate southwest, causing a Texan to "warsh" his car and invest in "erl wells."</p>
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  <dc:date>2007-05-07T02:05:49-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[For the lexophiles]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Lexophiles are nowhere near as bad as pedophiles- but they should still have their own 'registered offenders' list... 



  1. A bicycle can't stand alone because it is two-tired.

  2. What's the definition of a will? (It's a dead giveaway.)

  3. Time flies like an arrow -- Fruit flies like a banana.

  4. A backward poet writes inverse.

  5. In a democracy, it's your vote that counts; In feudalism, it's your count that votes.

  6. If you don't pay your exorcist you get repossessed.

  7. With her marriage she got a new name and a dress.

  8. Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft and I'll show you A-flat minor.

  9. When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds.

  10. The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered.

  11. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blown apart.

  12. You feel stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.

  13. He often broke into song because he couldn't find the key.

  14. A lot of money is tainted. 'Taint yours and 'taint mine.

  15. A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat.

  16. He had a photographic memory that was never developed.

  17. The short fortuneteller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.

  18. Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.

  19. When you've seen one shopping center you've seen a mall.

  20. Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.

  21. Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.

  22. Acupuncture is a jab well done.

  23. Marathon runners with bad footwear suffer the agony of defeat.

  24. An optometrist fell into a lens grinding machine and made a spectacle of himself.


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  <dc:date>2007-05-07T02:05:01-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**XPRESSBET**]]></title>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-05-07T02:05:13-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Definitons to Make Marriage Easier]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>I'm partial to number 6....and 9...   


1. BACHELOR:
      1)  A guy who has avoided the opportunity to make some woman miserable.
      2)  A guy who is footloose and fiancee-free.
      3)  A man who never makes the same mistake once.
      4)  A nice guy who has cheated some nice girl out of her alimony.
      5)  A person who believes in life, liberty, and the happiness of pursuit.
      6)  The only man who has never told his wife a lie.

   2. BRIDE:  A woman with a fine prospect of happiness behind her.

   3. COMPROMISE:  An amiable arrangement between husband and wife whereby they agree to let her have her own way.

   4. DIPLOMAT:  A man who can convince his wife she would look fat in a fur coat.

   5. GENTLEMAN:
      1) A husband who steadies the stepladder so that his wife will not fall while she paints the ceiling.
      2) A man who, when his wife drops her knitting, kicks it over to her so that she can easily pick it up.

   6. HOUSEWORK:  What the wife does that nobody notices until she doesn't do it.

   7. HUSBAND:
      1)  A man who gives up privileges he never realized he had.
      2)  A person who is the boss of his house and has his wife's permission to say so.

   8. JOINT CHECKING ACCOUNT:  A handy little device which permits the wife to beat the husband to the draw.

   9. LOVE: An obsessive delusion that is cured by marriage.

  10. MISS:  A title with which we brand unmarried women to indicate that they are in the market.

  11. MISTRESS:  Something between a mister and a mattress.

  12. MOTHER-IN-LAW:  A woman who destroys her son-in-law's peace of mind by giving him a piece of hers.

  13. MRS.:  A job title involving heavy duties, light earnings, and no recognition.

  14. SPOUSE:  Someone who will stand by you through all the trouble you wouldn't have had if you'd stayed single in the first place.

  15. WIFE:  A mate who is forever complaining about not having anything to wear at the very same time that she complains about not having enough room in the closet. 


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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-05-07T02:05:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Poor lil' Abby]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A man observed a woman in the grocery store with a three year old girl in her basket. As they passed the cookie section, the little girl asked for cookies and her mother told her, "No." The little girl immediately began to whine and fuss, and the mother said quietly, "Now Abby, we just have half of the aisles left to go through - don't be upset. It won't be long now."

Soon, they came to the candy aisle and the little girl began to shout for candy. When told she couldn't have any, she began to cry. The mother said, "There, there, Abby, don't cry - only two more aisles to go and then we'll be checking out."

When they got to the checkout stand, the little girl immediately began to clamor for gum and burst into a terrible tantrum upon discovering there'd be no gum purchased. The mother said serenely, "Abby, we'll be through this check out stand in 5 minutes and then you can go home and have a nice nap."

The man followed them out to the parking lot and stopped the woman to compliment her. "I couldn't help noticing how patient you were with little Abby," he began.

The mother replied, "<em>I'm</em> Abby - my little girl's name is Emily."</p>
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  <dc:date>2007-05-07T02:05:32-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**DISNEYWORLD TICKETS**]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>It’s no secret that admission prices can be steep for Disney World and Orlando theme parks but the beauty of this is the number of great deals one can find on <a href="http://www.OrlandoFunTickets.com ">Disney World Tickets</a>. These wonderful packages are created for the express purpose of attracting visitors- and you get to save money. Even better, when you’re saving money on admissions, it means that money gets to go toward other things for your trip! One can find packages with options ranging from one to ten days for any thing Disney- Disneyquest, Downtown Disney Pleasure Island, Disney’s Typhoon Lagoon and Blizzard Beach Water Parks. 

Whatcha waitin’ for?



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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-05-07T03:05:33-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Do You Still Think Your Job Sucks?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>
Do you ever feel overworked, over-regulated, under-leisured and underbenefited? Take heart, this notice was found in the ruins of a London office building. It was dated 1852:

   1. This firm has reduced the hours of work, and the clerical staff will now only have to be present between the hours of 6 a.m. and 7 p.m. weekdays.

   2. Clothing must be of sober nature. The clerical staff will not disport themselves in raiment of bright colors, nor will they wear hose unless in good repair.

   3. Overshoes and topcoats may not be worn in the office, but neck scarves and headwear may be worn in inclement weather.

   4. A stove is provided for the benefit of the clerical staff. Coal and wood must be kept in the locker. It is recommended that each member of the clerical staff bring four pounds of coal each day during the cold weather.

   5. No member of the clerical staff may leave the room without permission from the supervisor.

   6. No talking is allowed during business hours.

   7. The craving for tobacco, wine, or spirits is a human weakness, and as such is forbidden to all members of the clerical staff.

   8. Now that the hours of business have been drastically reduced, the partaking of food is allowed between 11:30 and noon, but work will not on any account cease!

   9. Members of the clerical staff will provide their own pens. A new sharpener is available on application to the supervisor.

  10. The supervisor will nominate a senior clerk to be responsible for the cleanliness of the main office and the supervisor's private office. All boys and juniors will report to him 40 minute before prayers and will remain after closing hours for similar work. Brushes, brooms, scrubbers, and soap are provided by the owners.

  11. The owners recognize the generosity of the new labor laws, but will expect a great rise in output of work to compensate for these near Utopian conditions.


You Wal-Mart employees will probably recognize this as page 14 in your employment handbook...</p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-05-07T03:05:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Literary Half Witted Genius]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/literary_half_witted_genius.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>•Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master. 

•His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like socks in a dryer without Cling Free. 

•He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it. 

•She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef. 

•She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up. 

•Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. 

•He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree. 

•The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't. 

•From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30. 

•Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze. 

•The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
 
•Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph. 

•John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met. 

•He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River. 

•Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut. 

•The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work. 

•The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while. 

•He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something. 

•The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant. 

•He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up. 

•She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs. 

•It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[capella]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-05-07T03:05:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**CAPELLA UNIVERSITY FACUTLY MEMBER CO-AUTHORS BOOK **]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Sara Orem, a faculty member in Capella University’s School of Business and Technology, has c0-authored a book titled ‘Appreciative Coaching: A Positive Process for Change’. Based on the suggestion that people and organizations flourish when they focus on human ideals, achievements, and best practices, the book focuses on what happens when individuals use their strengths to effect change for the better. The book is especially suited for those who work with others in an organization in order to inspire and create progress. Orem has her own coaching firm in addition to serving as a faculty member to Capella, the online university that has revolutionized the <a href="http://www.capella.edu/distance_learning.aspx">distance learning degree</a>. The online venue offers 82 graduate and undergraduate specializations and 16 certificate programs and has done so since 1993. Accredited in 50 states and 56 countries, the online university offers reputable learning sources that result in not only academic excellence but higher earning power and prestige.
 
 
Capella University is accredited by The Higher Learning Commission and is a member of the North Central Association of Colleges and Schools (NCA), Ncahlc.org.
Capella University, 225 South Sixth Street, Ninth Floor, Minneapolis, MN 55402, 1-888-CAPELLA (227-3552), Capella.edu.
Irene Silber 
Capella University 
612-977-4132
irene.silber@capella.edu


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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[motherhood]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-05-23T06:05:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[You Know You're a Mom When...]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/you_know_youre_a_mom_when.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>   1. You count the sprinkles on each kid's cupcake to make sure they're equal.

   2. You want to take out a contract on the kid who broke your child's favorite toy and made him/her cry.

   3. You have time to shave only one leg at a time.

   4. You hide in the bathroom to be alone.

   5. You child throws up, and you catch it.

   6. Someone else's kid throws up at a party, and you keep eating.

   7. You consider finger paint to be a controlled substance.

   8. You mastered the art of placing large quanitities of pancakes and eggs on a plate without anything touching.

   9. Your child insists that you read Once Upon a Potty out loud in the lobby of the doctor's office, or, better yet, in the lobby of a Grand Central Station... and you do it.

  10. You hire a sitter because you haven't been out with your husband in ages, then spend half the night talking about and checking on the kids.

  11. You hope ketchup is a vegetable because it's the only one your child eats.

  12. You cling to the high moral ground on toy weapons, while your child chews his toast into the shape of a gun.

  13. You can't bear the thought of your son's first girlfriend.

  14. You hate the thought of his wife even more.

  15. You donate to charities in the hope that your child won't get that disease.

  16. You find yourself cutting your husband's sandwiches into unusual shapes.

  17. You fast-forward through the scene when the hunter shoots Bambi's mother.

  18. You use your own saliva to clean your child's face.

  19. You obsess when your child clings to you upon parting during his first month at school, then obsess when he skips in without looking back the second time.

  20. You can't bear to give away baby clothes--it's so final.

  21. You hear your mother's voice coming out of your mouth when you say, "Not in your good clothes!"

  22. You stop criticizing the way your mother raised you.

  23. You read that the average five-year-old asks 437 questions a day and feel proud that your kid is above average.

  24. You say at least once a day, I'm not cut out for this job, but you know you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[engineers]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-05-23T06:05:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Engineers]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/engineers.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0pt;" align="left">My dad was an engineer for Hughes Aircraft back in the day- I love these jokes...   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### -->    <ol>     <li> ENGINEERS - TAKE ONE       <br /> To the optimist, the glass is half full. To the pessimist, the glass is half empty. But to the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.        <br />       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> ENGINEERS - TAKE TWO       <br /> A pastor, a doctor and an engineer were playing golf together and found themselves waiting for a particularly slow group of golfers that were in front of them. The engineer fumed,        <br />       <br /> "What's with these guys? We must have been waiting for 15 minutes!"        <br />       <br /> The doctor chimed in, "I don't know, I've never seen such ineptitude!"        <br />       <br /> The pastor said, "Hey, here comes the greens keeper. Let's have a word with him. 'Hi George! Say, what's with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?' "        <br />       <br /> The greens keeper replied,        <br />       <br /> "Oh, yes, that's a group of blind fire-fighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free anytime they want." There was silence for a moment.        <br />       <br /> The pastor said, "That's so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight."        <br />       <br /> The doctor said, "Good idea. And I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist buddy and see if there's anything he can do for them."        <br />       <br /> The engineer said, "Why can't these guys play at night?"        <br />       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> ENGINEERS - TAKE THREE       <br /> What is the difference between Mechanical Engineers and Civil Engineers?        <br />       <br /> Mechanical Engineers build weapons, Civil Engineers build targets.        <br />       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> ENGINEERS - TAKE FOUR       <br /> Three engineering students were discussing the possible designers of the human body.        <br />       <br /> One said, "It was a mechanical engineer. After all - just look at all the joints."        <br />       <br /> Another said, "No, it must have been an electrical engineer. Think about the nervous system, it has many thousands of electrical connections."        <br />       <br /> The last one said, "Actually it was a civil engineer. Who else would run a toxic waste pipeline through a recreational area?"        <br />       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> ENGINEERS - TAKE FIVE       <br /> "Normal people... believe that if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Engineers believe that if it ain't broke, it doesn't have enough features yet."        <br />       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> ENGINEERS - TAKE SIX       <br /> An architect, an artist and an engineer were discussing whether it was better to spend time with the wife or a mistress.        <br />       <br /> The architect said he enjoyed time with his wife, building a solid foundation for an enduring relationship.        <br />       <br /> The artist said he enjoyed time with his mistress, because of the passion and mystery he found there.        <br />       <br /> The engineer said, "I like both." The architect and the artist replied in unison,        <br />       <br /> "Both!?"        <br />       <br /> Engineer: "Yeah. If you have a wife and a mistress, they will each assume you are spending time with the other woman, this way you can stay longer at work and get some really interesting stuff done."        <br />       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> ENGINEERS - TAKE SEVEN       <br /> An engineer was crossing a road one day when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess." He bent over, picked up the frog and put it into his pocket.        <br />       <br /> The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one whole week." The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to his pocket.        <br />       <br /> The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you for a week and do absolutely ANYTHING you want." Again, the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket        <br />       <br /> Finally, the frog asked, "WHAT is the matter with you? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, that I'll stay with you for a week, and I will do anything you want. WHY won't you kiss me??"        <br />       <br /> The engineer replies,        <br />       <br /> "Look, I'm an engineer. I simply don't have time for a girl friend, but a talking frog. . . now, that's really cool."      </li>   </ol> </h5> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[the dom rep baby]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-05-23T07:05:14-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**YOUR ALL INCLUSIVE VACATION RESOURCE**]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">When it’s time to plan that one of a kind vacation, you want to get as much information as possible before making the final decision. Vacation.net is the ultimate resource in providing everything you want and need to know about that awesome <a href="http://www.vacations.net/destinations/DominicanRepublic.aspx" target="_blank">Dominican Republic vacation</a> you've been thinking about putting together for some time now. Not only will this website help you save, it offers virtual tours, detailed room options and resort ratings from guests who have actually stayed in featured venues. You can get open and honest opinions on quality and service- something that makes the decision making process just that much easier! This is a one of a kind website that ensures everyone can find just what they are looking for in an all inclusive reservation website! </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[don't make fun of my clothes]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-05-23T07:05:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Ugliest Suit]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/the_ugliest_suit.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>        When the store manager returned from lunch, he was surprised to see that his clerk's hand was bandaged. Before having the chance to ask him what had happened, the clerk had some very good news for him.


        "Guess what, sir?" the clerk said. "I finally sold that horribly, ugly suit we've had for so long."


        "Are you referring to that repulsive orange and brown, double-breasted thing?" asked the manager.


        "That's the one, sir," replied the clerk.


        "That's great!" exclaimed the manager. "I was afraid we'd never get rid of that horrid monstrosity! That had to have been the ugliest suit we've ever had! But, tell me, why is your hand bandaged?"


        "Oh, that," the clerk replied. "Well, after I sold the guy the suit, his darn guide dog bit me!"


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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[bow down]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[erma is good erma is wise]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-05-23T07:05:39-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Wisdom of Erma]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/the_wisdom_of_erma.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <ul>     <li> My kids always perceived the bathroom as a place where you wait it out until all the groceries are unloaded from the car.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> I don't know why no one ever thought to paste a label on the toilet-tissue spindle giving 1-2-3 directions for replacing the tissue on it. Then everyone in the house would know what Mom knows.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Marriage has no guarantees. If that's what you're looking for, go live with a car battery.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Why is it when you want a nice souvenir, you find a great shell in a gift shop, but some yo-yo has affixed a ten-cent thermometer to it?        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Kids have little computer bodies with disks that store information. They remember who had to do the dishes the last time you had spaghetti, who lost the knob off the TV set six years ago, who got punished for teasing the dog when he wasn't teasing the dog and who had to wear girls boots the last time it snowed.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> I remember buying a set of black plastic dishes once, after I saw an ad on television where they actually put a blowtorch to them and they emerged unscathed. Exactly one week after I bought them, one of the kids brought a dinner plate to me with a large crack in it. When I asked what happened to it, he said it hit a tree. I don't want to talk about it.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> My theory on housework is, if the item doesn't multiply, smell, catch on fire or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one cares. Why should you?        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Everyone is guilty at one time or another of throwing out questions that beg to be ignored, but mothers seem to have a market on the supply. "Do you want a spanking or do you want to go to bed?" "Don't you want to save some of the pizza for your brother?" "Wasn't there any change?"        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> The age of your children is a key factor in how quickly you are served in a restaurant. We once had a waiter in Canada who said, "Could I get you your check?" and we answered, "How about the menu first?"        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> When your mother asks, "Do you want a piece of advice?" it's a mere formality. It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no. You're going to get it anyway.      </li>   </ul> <!-- Credit Source -->  </h5>  <h6 class="credit" align="center">   <br /> </h6> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[html]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-05-23T07:05:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**HANDY DANDY HTML**]]></title>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[horrorscopes]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-02T09:06:28-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Horror-Scopes]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>I guess self employed and freelance work means being too lazy to get a 'real' job. I've been told that anyway. So what if i am? I get to make fun of the boss everyday- right to her face! <!---HIDE-ME---> <h2 class="title" align="center"> <!-- Title Below --> Horoscopes For Your Job Position </h2> <h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### -->   <ol>     <li> MARKETING: You are ambitious yet stupid. You chose a marketing degree to avoid having to study in college, concentrating instead on drinking and socializing which is pretty much what your job responsibilities are now. Least compatible with Sales.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> SALES: Laziest of all signs, often referred to as "marketing without a degree." You are also self centered and paranoid. Unless someone calls you and begs you to take their money, you like to avoid contact with customers so you can "concentrate on the big picture." You seek admiration for your golf game throughout your life.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> TECHNOLOGY: Unable to control anything in your personal life, you are instead content to completely control everything that happens at your workplace. Often even YOU don't understand what you are saying but who the heck can tell. It is written that Geeks shall inherit the Earth.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> ENGINEERING: One of only two signs that actually studied in school. It is said that ninety percent of all Personal Ads are placed by engineers. You can be happy with yourself; your office is full of all the latest "ergodynamic" gadgets. However, we all know what is really causing your "carpal tunnel syndrome."       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> ACCOUNTING: The only other sign that studied in school. You are mostly immune from office politics. You are the most feared person in the organization; combined with your extreme organizational traits, the majority of rumors concerning you say that you are completely insane. Oh, and usually the first to be incarcerated.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> HUMAN RESOURCES: Ironically, given your access to confidential information, you tend to be the biggest gossip within the organization. Possibly the only other person that does less work than marketing, you are unable to return any calls today because you have to get a haircut, have lunch AND then mail a letter.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> MANAGEMENT/MIDDLE MANAGEMENT: Catty, cut-throat, yet completely spineless, you are destined to remain at your current job for the rest of your life. Unable to make a single decision you tend to measure your worth by the number of meetings you can schedule for yourself. Best suited to marry other "Middle Managers" as everyone in you social circle is a "Middle Manager."       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> SENIOR MANAGEMENT: See above - Same sign, different title.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> CUSTOMER SERVICE: Bright, cheery, positive, you are a fifty cent cab ride from taking your own life. As children very few of you asked your parents for a little cubicle for your room and a headset so you could pretend to play "Customer Service." Continually passed over for promotions, your best bet is to sleep with your manager.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> CONSULTANT: Lacking any specific knowledge, you use acronyms to avoid revealing your utter lack of experience. You have convinced yourself that your "skills" are in demand, and that you could get a higher paying job with any other organization in a heartbeat. You will spend an eternity contemplating these career opportunities without ever taking direct action.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> RECRUITER, "HEADHUNTER": As a "person" that profits from the success of others, you are disdained by most people who actually work for a living. Paid on commission and susceptible to alcoholism, your ulcers and frequent heart attacks correspond directly with fluctuations in the stock market.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> PARTNER, PRESIDENT, CEO: You are brilliant or lucky. Your inability to figure out complex systems such as the fax machine suggest the latter.     </li>   </ol> </h5></p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/things_i_have_learned_at_the_movies.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[in(co)herent knwledge]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-02T09:06:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Things I have Learned at the Movies]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h2 style="text-align: center;" align="center"> </h2> <h2 style="text-align: center;" align="center">What an Alien Species Would Learn About Humans from Movies   <br /> </h2>&nbsp;<!-- Start of Text ##### --> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">1.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Large, loft-style apartments in New York City are well within the price range of most people -- whether they are employed or not.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">2.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->At least one of a pair of identical twins is born evil.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">3.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Should you decide to defuse a bomb, don't worry which wire to cut. You will always choose the right one.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">4.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->To watch out- because most laptop computers are powerful enough to override the communications system of any invading alien society.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">5.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->It does not matter if you are heavily outnumbered in a fight involving martial arts; your enemies will wait patiently to attack you one by one dancing around in a threatening manner until you have knocked out their predecessors.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">6.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->When you turn out the light to go to bed, everything in your bedroom will still be clearly visible, just slightly bluish.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">7.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->If you are a blonde and pretty, it is possible to become a world expert on nuclear fission at the age of 22.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">8.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Honest and hardworking policemen are traditionally gunned down three days before their retirement.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">9.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Rather than wasting bullets, megalomaniacs prefer to kill their archenemies using complicated machinery involving fuses, pulley systems, deadly gasses, lasers, and man eating sharks, which will allow their captives at least 20 minutes to escape.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">10.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->All beds have special L-shaped cover sheets that reach the armpit level on a woman, but only to the waist level on the man lying beside her.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">11.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->All grocery shopping bags contain at least one stick of French bread.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">12.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->It's easy for anyone to land a plane, provided there is someone in the control tower to talk you down.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">13.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Once applied, lipstick will never rub off - even while scuba diving  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">14.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->You're very likely to survive any battle in any war unless you make the mistake of showing someone a picture of your sweetheart back home.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">15.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Should you wish to pass yourself off as a German or Russian officer, it will not be necessary to speak the language. A German or Russian accent will do.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">16.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->The Eiffel Tower can be seen from any window in Paris.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">17.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->A man will show no pain while taking the most ferocious beating, but will wince when a woman tries to clean his wounds.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">18.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->If a large pane of glass is visible, someone will be thrown through it before long.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">19.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->If staying in a haunted house, women should investigate any strange noise in their most revealing underwear.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">20.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Word processors never display a cursor on the screen but will always say: "Enter password now."  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">21.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Even when driving down a perfectly straight road, it is necessary to turn the steering wheel vigorously from left to right every few moments.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">22.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->All bombs are fitted with electronic timing devices with large red readout's so you know exactly when they're going to go off.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">23.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->A detective can only solve a case once he has been suspended from duty.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">24.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->If you decide to start dancing in the street, everyone you meet will know all the steps.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">25.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Police departments give their officers personality tests to make sure they are deliberately assigned a partner who is the total opposite.  </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">26.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->When they are alone, all foreign military officers prefer to speak to each other in English.  </h5> <h6 style="text-align: center;" align="center">&nbsp; </h6> <!-- Credit Source --> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; 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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[hayfield dental clinic]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-02T10:06:56-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**Hayfield Dental Clinic-20 years and Counting**]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h6><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">Finding a dentist with years worth of experience puts a mind at ease. With <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.mtvernon-leechamber.org/Business/cw_mhhh.htm">Hayfield Dental Clinic</a></b>, you’re not just looking at years worth of experience- you’re looking at decades. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">Alexandria</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"> residents know they can count on the staff’s knowledge and expertise</span> <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">in</span> <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">general, family and cosmetic dentistry that has developed from successfully treating over 23,000 patients. State of the art equipment and an on-call orthodontic specialist sets Hayfield Dental Clinic apart from so many of the others, offering free consultations not just for adults but for children, too! New patients are always welcome and help for emergencies is readily available. Hayfield Dental Care can be reached at 703-971-2220.</span> </h6> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[run]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-08T07:06:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[You've Been Warned]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> In the next 48 hours this blog will be posting quite a few blogitive ads. Like 10. Sorry- but I really need the money right now. Please ignore them. <br /> <br />Thank you. <br /></p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[wise-dom]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-09T09:06:42-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Military Words Of Wisdom]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/military_words_of_wisdom.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h2 class="title" align="center">   <br />  </h2>  <h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### -->    <ol>     <li> "Aim towards the Enemy." - Instruction printed on US Rocket Launcher        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "When the pin is pulled, Mr. Grenade is not our friend. - U.S. Marine Corps        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Cluster bombing from B-52s are very, very accurate. The bombs are Guaranteed to always hit the ground." - USAF Ammo Troop        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "If the enemy is in range, so are you." - Infantry Journal        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "It is generally inadvisable to eject directly over the area you just Bombed." - U.S. Air Force Manual        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword obviously never Encountered automatic weapons." - General MaCarthur        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Try to look unimportant; they may be low on ammo." - Infantry Journal        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "You, you, and you ... Panic. The rest of you, come with me." - U.S. Marine Corp Gunnery Sgt.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Tracers work both ways." - U.S. Army Ordnance        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Five second fuses only last three seconds." - Infantry Journal        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Don't ever be the first, don't ever be the last, and don't ever Volunteer To do anything." - U.S. Navy Swabbie        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid." - David Hackworth        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "If your attack is going too well, you're walking into an ambush." - Infantry Journal        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "No combat-ready unit has ever passed inspection." - Joe Gay        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Any ship can be a minesweeper ... Once." - Anonymous        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Never tell the Platoon Sergeant you have nothing to do." - Unknown Marine Recruit        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Don't draw fire; it irritates the people around you." - Your Buddies        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "If you see a bomb technician running, follow him." - USAF Ammo Troop        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Though I Fly Through the Valley of Death ... I Shall Fear No Evil. For I am at 80,000 Feet and Climbing." - At the entrance to the old SR-71 operating base Kadena, Japan        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "You've never been lost until you've been lost at Mach 3." - Paul F. Crickmore (test pilot)        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "The only time you have too much fuel is when you're on fire."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Blue water Navy truism: There are more planes in the ocean than Submarines in the sky." - From an old carrier sailor        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "If the wings are traveling faster than the fuselage, it's probably a Helicopter -- and therefore, unsafe."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "When one engine fails on a twin-engine airplane you always have enough Power left to get you to the scene of the crash."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Without ammunition, the USAF would be just another expensive flying Club."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "What is the similarity between air traffic controllers and pilots? If a pilot screws up, the pilot dies; If ATC screws up, .... The pilot Dies."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Never trade luck for skill."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Weather forecasts are horoscopes with numbers."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "A smooth landing is mostly luck; two in a row is all luck; three in a Row Is prevarication."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Mankind has a perfect record in aviation; we never left one up there!"        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Flashlights are tubular metal containers kept in a flight bag for the Purpose of storing dead batteries."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Flying the airplane is more important than radioing your plight to a Person on the ground incapable of understanding or doing anything about It."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Advice given to RAF pilots during WWII: "When a prang (crash) seems Inevitable, endeavor to strike the softest, cheapest object in the Vicinity As slow and gently as possible."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "The Piper Cub is the safest airplane in the world; it can just barely Kill You." - Attributed to Max Stanley (Northrop test pilot)        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "A pilot who doesn't have any fear probably isn't flying his plane to Its Maximum." - Jon McBride, astronaut        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Never fly in the same cockpit with someone braver than you."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "There is no reason to fly through a thunderstorm in peacetime." - Sign over squadron ops desk at Davis-Monthan AFB, AZ, 1970        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Basic Flying Rules: "Try to stay in the middle of the air. Do not go Near The edges of it. The edges of the air can be recognized by the appearance of ground, buildings, sea, trees and interstellar space. It is much more difficult to fly there."      </li>   </ol> <!-- Credit Source -->  </h5>  <h6 class="credit" align="center">   <br /> </h6> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-06-09T09:06:23-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Wisdom From Grandpa]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><h2 class="title" align="center">   <br />  </h2>  <h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0pt;" align="left">   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### -->    <ol>     <li> Whether a man winds up with a nest egg, or a goose egg, depends a lot on the kind of chick he marries.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Trouble in marriage often starts when a man gets so busy earnin' his salt that he forgets his sugar.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Too many couples marry for better, or for worse, but not for good.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> When a man marries a woman, they become one; but the trouble starts when they try to decide which one.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> If a man has enough horse sense to treat his wife like a thoroughbred, she will never turn into an old nag.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> On anniversaries, the wise husband always forgets the past - but never the present.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> A foolish husband says to his wife, "Honey, you stick to the washin', ironin', cookin' and scrubbin'. No wife of mine is gonna "work"."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li>Many girls like to marry a military man - he can cook, sew, and make beds and is in good health, and he's already used to taking orders.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know "why" I look this way. I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> You know you are getting old, when everything either dries up or leaks.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Old age is when former classmates are so gray and wrinkled and bald, they don't recognize you.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Have a GREAT day.......and keep Laughing! It's good for the soul .      </li>   </ol>   <br /> </h5> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[podcast]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-09T09:06:38-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[***Capella University’s Latest ‘INSIDE ONLINE EDUCATION’ Podcast***]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">As if being the biggest accredited online university wasn’t enough, <b><a href="http://www.statlit.org/pdf/2005IsaacsonASA.pdf">Capella University</a></b> now offers the Inside Online Learning podcast. By subscribing to the podcast <span class="caps">RSS</span> feed at capellacommons.com/rss/, one can listen to the 15 minute feature that discusses what various students are doing with the education they have earned or are currently earning from Capella University. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">This week’s podcast features Carla Chladek, the Program Manager for the Joint Staff Training Program at the Pentagon. Currently earning her master’s degree in education from Capella U, Chladek is responsible for the training requirements for over 2000 military personnel serving under the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[boots]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-09T11:06:09-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Boots]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Reminds me of my days teaching preschool… </p> <h5>   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### -->The Cowboy Boots: (Anyone who has ever dressed a child will love&nbsp;this)   <br />   <br /> Did you hear about the Texas teacher who was helping one of her kindergarten students put on his cowboy boots? He asked for help, and she quickly found out why he needed it. Even with her pulling and him pushing, the little boots still didn't want to go on. By the time they got the second boot on, she had worked up a sweat.   <br />   <br /> She almost cried when the little boy said, "Teacher, they're on the wrong feet."   <br />   <br /> She looked, and sure enough, they were. It wasn't any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. She managed to keep her cool as, together, they worked to get the boots back on, this time on the right feet.   <br />   <br /> He then announced, "These aren't my boots.   <br />   <br /> "She bit her tongue, rather than scream at him, "Why didn't you say so?" Once again she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off&nbsp;his little feet.   <br />   <br /> No sooner had they gotten the boots off his feet, when he said ... "They're my brother's boots. My Mom made me wear 'em." Now she didn't know if she should laugh or cry. But she mustered up what grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots on his feet again.   <br />   <br /> Helping him into his coat, she asked, "Now, where are your mittens?" He said, "I stuffed 'em in the toes of my boots."   <br />   <br /> The teacher will be eligible for parole in three years. </h5> </p>
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  <dc:date>2007-06-09T12:06:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Church Bloopers]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> I knew there was a reason church always seemed scary to me... <br /> <br /> <h5>Ushers will <u>eat</u> latecomers.   <br />   <br /> For anyone who has children and doesn't know it, there is a day care on the first floor.   <br />   <br /> The third verse of Blessed Assurance will be sung without musical <u>accomplishment</u>.   <br />   <br /> During the absence of our pastor, we enjoyed the rare privilege of hearing a good sermon when J.F. Stubbs <u>supplied</u> our pulpit.   <br />   <br /> Pastor is on vacation. <u>Massages</u> can be given to church secretary.   <br />   <br /> Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles and other items to be recycled. Proceeds will be used <u>to</u> cripple children.   <br />   <br /> Today the pastor will preach his farewell message after which the choir will sing, "Break Forth into Joy!"   <br />   <br /> The choir will meet at the Larsen house for fun and <u>sinning</u>.   <br />   <br /> Miss Charlene Mason sang, "I Will Not Pass This Way Again," giving obvious pleasure to the congregation.   <br />   <br /> Ladies, don't forget the rummage sale. It is a good chance to get rid of those things not worth keeping around the house. Bring your husbands.   <br />   <br /> Don't let worry kill you -- let the church help.   <br />   <br /> Next Sunday is the family hay ride and bonfire at the Fowlers. Bring your own hot dogs and <u>guns</u>. Friends are welcome! Everyone come for a fun time.   <br />   <br /> "Wise Up, O Men of God"   <br />   <br /> Easter Sunday, we will have a 9:30 worship service. The 11:00 will be <u>hell</u> as usual.   <br />   <br /> Smile at someone who is hard to love. Say "<u>hell</u>" to someone who doesn't care much about you.   <br />   <br /> <u>Weight Watchers</u> will meet at 7 p.m. Please <u>use the large double door</u> at the side entrance.   <br />   <br /> The 8th graders will be presenting Shakespeare's Hamlet in the church basement on Friday at 7:00 p.m. <u>The congregation is invited to attend this tragedy</u>.   <br />   <br /> The <u>peacemaking meeting</u> scheduled for today has been canceled <u>due to a conflict</u>.   <br />   <br /> Tonight's sermon -- "What is hell?" Come early and listen to our choir practice.   <br />   <br /> This afternoon there will be a meeting in the North and South ends of the church. <u>Babies will be baptized at both ends</u>.   <br />   <br /> Tuesday at 4:00 p.m. there will be an ice cream social. <u>All ladies giving milk</u>, please come early.   <br />   <br /> This being Easter, Sunday, we will ask Mrs. Smith to come forward and <u>lay an egg on the altar</u>.   <br />   <br /> Next Sunday, a special collection will be taken to defray the cost of a new carpet. All of those wishing to do something on the carpet will come forward and do so.   <br />   <br /> Thursday night - Potluck supper -- prayer and <u>medication</u> to follow.   <br />   <br /> Remember in prayer the many who are sick <u>of</u> our church and community.   <br />   <br /> The Ladies of the church have cast off clothing of every kind. They can be seen in the basement on Saturday.   <br />   <br /> For those of you who have children and don't know it, we have a nursery downstairs.   <br />   <br /> The sermon this morning: Jesus Walks on the Water. The sermon tonight: Searching for Jesus   <br />   <br /> Next Thursday, there will be tryouts for the choir. They need all the help they can get.   <br />   <br /> The agenda was adopted... the minutes were approved... the financial secretary gave a <u>grief</u> report.   <br />   <br /> Barbara C. remains in the hospital and needs blood donors for more transfusions. She is also having trouble sleeping and requests tapes of Pastor Jack's sermons.   <br />   <br /> The 'Over 60s Choir' will be disbanded for the summer with the thanks of the entire church.   <br />   <br /> Missionary from Africa speaking at Calvary Memorial Church in Racine. Name: Bertha Belch. Announcement: "Come tonight and hear Bertha Belch all the way from Africa."   <br />   <br /> Small typographical error seen in the church's bulletin: "The May meeting of the church finance committee will be <u>hell</u> as usual."   <br />   <br /> Our youth basketball team is back in action Wednesday at 8 p.m. in the rec. hall. Come out and watch us kill Christ the King.   <br />   <br /> Announcement in a church bulletin for a National Prayer and Fasting Conference: "The cost for attending the Fasting and Prayer conference includes meals."   <br style="" /> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]-->   <br style="" /> <!--[endif]--> </h5> <!-- Credit Source --> <br /></p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[podcast]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-09T01:06:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**‘INSIDE ONLINE EDUCATION’ Podcast featuring Training Programs and the Pentagon]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">For those who wonder if online learning has any weight behind it, all that needs to be done is to catch the 15 minute podcasts offered by <b><a href="http://education.military.com/timesaving-programs/capella-university-to-offer-credit-for-courses">Capella University</a></b>. These podcasts feature students who are currently using the great education they’ve received from Capella University to further their goals in life. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Capella PhD student Carla Chladek is the focus of this week’s podcast as she describes her duties as a Programs Manager with the Pentagon. While taking on a master’s degree in education with Capella, Chladek is also in charge of training programs that educate the more than 2000 military personnel who are serving under the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-09T01:06:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[What Women Want]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>You asked...now you can't say you didn't know... <h5 style="margin-left: 1in;">   <br /> </h5> <br /> <br /> <h5 style="margin-left: 1in;">What women want in a man at age 22: </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">1.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Handsome </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">2.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Charming </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">3.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Financially successful </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">4.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->A caring listener </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">5.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Witty </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">6.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->In good shape </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">7.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Dresses with style </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">8.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Appreciates finer things </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">9.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Full of thoughtful surprises </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">10.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->An imaginative, romantic lover </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1in;">   <br /> What women want in a man at age 32: </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">11.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Nice looking (preferably with hair) </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">12.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Opens car doors, holds chairs </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">13.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Has enough money for a nice dinner </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">14.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Listens more than talks </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">15.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Laughs at my jokes </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">16.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Carries bags of groceries with ease </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">17.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Owns at least one tie </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">18.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Appreciates a good home-cooked meal </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">19.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Remembers birthdays and anniversaries </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">20.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Seeks romance at least once a week </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1in;">   <br /> What women want in a man at age 42: </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">21.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Not too ugly (bald head is fine) </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">22.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Doesn't drive off until I'm in the car </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">23.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Works steady - splurges on dinner out occasionally </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">24.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Nods head when I'm talking </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">25.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Usually remembers punch lines of jokes </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">26.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Is in good enough shape to rearrange the furniture </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">27.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Wears a shirt that covers his stomach </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">28.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Knows not to buy champagne with screw-top lids </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">29.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Remembers to put the toilet seat down </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">30.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Shaves most weekends </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1in;">   <br /> What women want in a man at age 52: </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">31.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Keeps hair in nose and ears trimmed </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">32.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Doesn't belch or scratch in public </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">33.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Doesn't borrow money too often </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">34.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Doesn't nod off to sleep when I'm venting </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">35.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Doesn't re-tell the same joke too many times </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">36.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Is in good enough shape to get off couch on weekends </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">37.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Usually wears matching socks and fresh underwear </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">38.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Appreciates a good TV dinner </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">39.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Remembers your name on occasion </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">40.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Shaves some weekends </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1in;">   <br /> What women want in a man at age 62: </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">41.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Doesn't scare small children </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">42.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Remembers where bathroom is </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">43.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Doesn't require much money for upkeep </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">44.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Only snores lightly when asleep </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">45.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Remembers why he's laughing </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">46.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Is in good enough shape to stand up by himself </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">47.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Usually wears some clothes </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">48.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Likes soft foods </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">49.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Remembers where he left his teeth </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">50.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Remembers that it's the weekend </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1in;">   <br /> What women want in a man at age 72: </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">51.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Breathing </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">52.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Doesn't miss the toilet </h5> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-09T01:06:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Trooper and the Juggler]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/the_trooper_and_the_juggler.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h5>   <br /> A Missouri State Trooper pulled a car over on I-55 about 2 miles north of the MO/AR state line.   <br />   <br /> When the Trooper asked the driver why he was speeding, the driver answered that he was a magician and a juggler and he was on his way to Sikeston to do a show that night for a birthday party and didn't want to be late.   <br />   <br /> The Trooper told the driver he was fascinated by juggling, and if the driver would do a little juggling for him that he wouldn't give him a ticket.   <br />   <br /> The driver told the Trooper that he had sent all of his equipment on ahead and didn't have anything to juggle. The Trooper told him that he had some flares in the trunk of his patrol car and asked if he could juggle them.   <br />   <br /> The juggler stated that he could, so the Trooper got three flares, lit them and handed them to the juggler.   <br />   <br /> While the man was doing his juggling act, a car pulled in behind the patrol car, a drunk got out and watched the performance briefly, he then went over to the patrol car, opened the rear door and got in.   <br />   <br /> The Trooper observed him doing this and went over to the patrol car, opened the door and asked the drunk what he thought he was doing.   <br />   <br /> The drunk replied, "You might as well take me to jail, 'cause there's no way I can pass that test." </h5> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[capella]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-09T01:06:45-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[INSIDE ONLINE EDUCATION’ Podcast features Cappella Students]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/inside_online_education_podcast_features_cappella_students.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">Founded in 1993, <b><a href="http://www.nmc.org/organization/capella-university" title="">Capella University</a></b> is the biggest and most widely accepted online learning venue in existence. To extend its credibility, Capella now offers 15 minute podcasts that feature students who have graduated or are still currently earning their degrees- and doing great things with their education from Cappella! <br /> <br /> Carla Chladek, the Program Manager for the Joint Staff Training Program at the Pentagon, is this week’s current focus for Cappella U’s podcast. Chladek, who is currently earning her master’s degree in education with the online university, is also currently using her education in a position that is responsible for the training requirements of over 2000 military personnel that serve under the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.</span> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-09T04:06:11-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[How Many?]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/how_many.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h5>Four expectant fathers were in a hospital waiting room while their wives were in labor. The nurse arrived and announced to the first man, "Congratulations sir! You're the father of twins."   <br />   <br /> "What a coincidence!" the man said with some obvious pride. "I work for the Minnesota Twins baseball team."   <br />   <br /> The nurse returned in a little while and turned to the second man, "You, sir, are the father of triplets."   <br />   <br /> "Wow! That's really an incredible coincidence," he answered. "I work for 3M. My buddies will never let me live this one down."   <br />   <br /> An hour later, while the other two men were passing cigars around, the nurse came back. This time she turned to the third man, who had been very quiet in the corner. She announced that his wife had just given birth to quadruplets. Stunned, he barely could reply.   <br />   <br /> "Don't tell me, another coincidence?" asked the nurse.   <br />   <br /> After finally regaining his composure, he said, "I don't believe it. I work for the Four Seasons Hotel."   <br />   <br /> After hearing this, everybody's attention turned to the fourth guy, who had just fainted, flat out on the floor. The nurse rushed to his side and after some time, he slowly gained consciousness.   <br />   <br /> When he was finally able to speak, you could hear him whispering the same phrase over and over again: "I should have never taken that job at 7-Up. I should have never taken that job at 7-Up. I should have never taken that job at 7-Up..."   <br style="" /> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]-->   <br style="" /> <!--[endif]--> </h5> <h6 style="text-align: center;" align="center">&nbsp; </h6> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-09T06:06:46-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Ya should been a Catholic!]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/ya_should_been_a_catholic.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h5>   <br /> Mitch, a hard-shell Southern Baptist, loved to sneak away to the race track. One day he was there betting on the ponies and nearly losing his shirt, until he noticed this priest who stepped out onto the track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses lining up for the next race. Low and behold, this horse- a - very long shot - won the race.   <br />   <br /> Mitch was most interested to see what the priest did the next race. Sure enough, he watched the priest step out onto the track as the horses paced, and blessed the forehead of one of the horses.   <br />   <br /> Mitch made a bee-line for the window and placed a small bet on the horse, even though it was another long shot. The horse the priest had blessed won the race! Mitch collected his winning and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest bestowed his blessing on for the next race.   <br />   <br /> The priest showed, blessed a horse, Mitch bet on it , and it won! Mitch, as the day went on, and the priest continued blessing one of the horses, and it always came in first. Mitch began to pull in some serious money, and by the last race, he knew his wildest dreams were going to come true. He made a quick stop at the ATM, withdrew big money and awaited the priest's blessing that would tell him which horse to bet on.   <br />   <br /> True to his pattern, the priest stepped out onto the track before the last race and blessed the forehead, eyes, ears and hooves of one of the horses. Mitchell bet every cent, and watched the horse come in dead last!   <br />   <br /> Mitchell was dumbfounded. He made his way to the track and when he found the priest, he demanded, "What happened, Father?" All day you blessed horses and they won. The last race, you blessed a horse and he lost! Now I've lost my savings, thanks to you!   <br />   <br /> The priest nodded wisely and said "That's the problem with you Protestants... you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and the Last Rites." </h5> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[capella]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-09T06:06:26-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**Capella Students Winning Prestigious Awards from FBI**]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/capella_students_winning_prestigious_awards_from_fbi.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><a href="https://www.insidehighered.com/employment/dashboard/?event=ViewJobDetails&amp;job_posting_id=21694"><span class="caps">Capella</span><span class="caps"> </span><span class="caps">University</span></a></b><span class="caps"> has been around since 1993 helping people get the education they need to make their lives and the communities around them better. There’s no greater example than </span>Tammy Alexander, who is currently earning a master’s in education with Capella. In 2006, Alexander earned the <span class="caps">FBI</span> Director’s Community Leadership Award. Thanks to her position as the director of information assurance and cybersecurity training at Fountainhead College of Technology in Knoxville, Tennessee, she has worked steadily to extend programs that promote the sharing of information between the private industry and the government, particularly the <span class="caps">FBI</span>, as it pertains to critical national infrastructures. </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/rescheduled_test.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-09T09:06:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Rescheduled Test]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/rescheduled_test.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h5>Instead of studying for the last exam of their college careers, four seniors spent the night partying in the house they had rented off campus.   <br />   <br /> The next morning they waited until the test would be almost finished, and then made their way to class. Along the way they all put grease on their hands to support the story they were going to tell their professor.   <br />   <br /> The class was almost done with the exam, when all four seniors burst into the room. They told the professor that they had a flat tire along the way, and asked if they could please take a make-up test? The professor said that he was a reasonable man, so he scheduled a test date for the following week.   <br />   <br /> Their plan had worked! They studied diligently for the next week, making the most of their time. The day of the make-up test came, and they were ready for anything. Each senior was placed alone in a separate classroom for the test.   <br />   <br /> There were only two questions on the test. The first question, worth 5 points, was easy. The second question was worth 95 points, and it simply read, "Which tire was flat?" </h5> <h5>&nbsp; </h5> <h5>&nbsp; </h5> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/a_real_gauge_of_the_temperature.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-09T09:06:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[A Real Gauge of the Temperature]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/a_real_gauge_of_the_temperature.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h5 style="margin-left: 1.5in;">60 Californians put on sweaters (if they can find one).   <br />   <br /> 50 Miami residents turn on the heat.   <br />   <br /> 45 Vermont residents go to outdoor concerts.   <br />   <br /> 40 You can see your breath.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; Californians shiver uncontrollably.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; Minnesotans go swimming.   <br />   <br /> 35 Italian cars don't start.   <br />   <br /> 32 Water freezes.   <br />   <br /> 30 You plan your vacation to Australia.   <br />   <br /> 25 Ohio water freezes.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; Californians weep pitiably.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; Minnesotans eat ice cream.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; Canadians go swimming.   <br />   <br /> 20 Politicians begin to talk about the homeless.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; New York City water freezes.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; Miami residents plan vacation further South.   <br />   <br /> 15 French cars don't start.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; Cat insists on sleeping in your bed with you.   <br />   <br /> 10 You need jumper cables to get the car going.   <br />   <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;5 &nbsp;American cars don't start.   <br />   <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;0 &nbsp;Alaskans put on T-shirts.   <br />   <br /> -10 German cars don't start.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Eyes freeze shut when you blink.   <br />   <br /> -15 You can cut your breath and use it to build an igloo.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Arkansans stick tongue on metal objects.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Miami residents cease to exist.   <br />   <br /> -20 Cat insists on sleeping in pajamas with you.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Politicians actually do something about the homeless.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Minnesotans shovel snow off roof.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Japanese cars don't start.   <br />   <br /> -25 Too cold to think.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;You need jumper cables to get the driver going.   <br />   <br /> -30 You plan a two week hot bath.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Swedish cars don't start.   <br />   <br /> -40 Californians disappear.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Minnesotans button top button.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Canadians put on sweaters.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Your car helps you plan your trip South.   <br />   <br /> -50 Congressional hot air freezes.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Alaskans close the bathroom window.   <br />   <br /> -80 Hell freezes over.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Polar bears move South.   <br /> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Viking Fans order hot cocoa at the game.   <br />   <br /> -90 Lawyers put their hands in their own pockets. </h5> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/get_the_latest_scoop_with_inside_online_education_podcast_from_capella.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[capella]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-09T09:06:49-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**Get the Latest Scoop with ‘INSIDE ONLINE EDUCATION’ Podcast from Capella**]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">If you're wondering what online learning can do for you, just tune in to the 15 minute podcast featuring Tammy Alexander, a master’s degree student with <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.league.org/league/membership/articulations/capella.html">Capella University</a></b>. Alexander, who is responsible for the extending programs that promote the sharing of information between private and federal agencies, earned herself the prestigious <span style="">&nbsp;</span><span class="caps">FBI</span> Director’s Community Leadership Award just last year. Alexander will ably discuss how her education with Capella is currently helping her in her position as a director of information assurance and cybersecurity training at Fountainhead College of Technology in Knoxville, Tennessee. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""></span>The podcast is available through Capella’s website at capella.edu or capellacommons.com. One can also subscribe via <span class="caps">RSS</span> feed at capellacommons.com/rss/. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">These weekly features from this most prestigious online university will definitely show that an education with Capella is as reputable as any onsite college. </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/excuses_for_not_coming_in_to_work.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-10T10:06:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Excuses for Not Coming In to Work]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/excuses_for_not_coming_in_to_work.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>As a former employer of nearly 35-40 employees at a time, I've heard some good ones. Surprisingly, none of these. But if we had kept the business, I'm pretty sure they would have popped up eventually....my favorite is the stigmata one... <br /> <br /> <br /> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">1.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->I just found out that I was switched at birth. Legally, I shouldn't come to work knowing my employee records may now contain false information.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">2.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->If it's all the same to you I won't be coming in to work. The voices told me to clean all the guns today.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">3.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->I set half the clocks in my house ahead an hour and the other half back an hour Saturday and spent 18 hours in some kind of space-time continuum loop, re-living Sunday (right up until the explosion). I was able to exit the loop only by reversing the polarity of the power source exactly, resetting the clocks in the house, while simultaneously rapping my dog on the snout with a rolled up Times. Accordingly, I will be in late, or early.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">4.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->My stigmata's acting up.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">5.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->I can't come in to work today because I'll be stalking my previous boss, who fired me for not showing up for work. Ok?  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">6.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->I have a rare case of 48-hour projectile leprosy, but I know we have that deadline to meet...  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">7.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->I am stuck in the blood pressure machine down at the supermarket.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">8.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Yes, I seem to have contracted some attention-deficit disorder and, hey, how about them Skins, huh? So, I won't be able to, yes, can I help you? No, no, I'll be sticking with MCI, but thank you for calling.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">9.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Constipation has made me a walking time bomb.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">10.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->The psychiatrist said we had an excellent session. He even gave me this jaw restraint so I won't bite things when I am startled.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">11.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->When I got up this morning I took two Ex-Lax in addition to my Prozac. Now I can't get off the john, but I feel good about it.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">12.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->The dog ate my car keys. Now we're going to hitchhike to the vet.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">13.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->I'd prefer to remain an enigma.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">14.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->I can't come to work today because the EPA has determined that my house is completely surrounded by wetlands and I have to arrange for helicopter transportation.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">15.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->I can't come in because I am converting my calendar from Julian to Gregorian.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">16.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->I am extremely sensitive to a rise in the interest rates.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">17.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->I refuse to travel to my job in the district until there is a commuter tax. I insist on paying my fair share.  </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=""></span>  </h5> <!-- Credit Source --> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/some_easy_ways_to_live_the_sailors_life.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-10T10:06:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Some Easy Ways to Live the Sailor's Life!]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/some_easy_ways_to_live_the_sailors_life.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">1.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Buy a steel dumpster, paint it gray inside &amp;&nbsp;out, &amp;&nbsp;live in it for 6 months.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">2.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Run all the pipes &amp;&nbsp;wires in your house exposed on the walls.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">3.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Repaint your entire house every month.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">4.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Renovate your bathroom. Build a wall across the middle of the bathtub &amp; move the showerhead to chest level. When you take showers, make sure you turn off the water while you soap down.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">5.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Raise the thresholds &amp;&nbsp;lower the headers of your front &amp;&nbsp;back doors so that you either trip or bang your head every time you pass through them  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">6.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Disassemble &amp;&nbsp;inspect your lawnmower every week.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">7.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->On Mondays, Wednesdays, &amp;&nbsp;Fridays, turn your water heater temperature up to 200 degrees. On Tuesdays &amp;&nbsp;Thursdays, turn the water heater off. On Saturdays &amp;&nbsp;Sundays tell your family they use too much water during the week, so no bathing will be allowed.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">8.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Raise your bed to within 6 inches of the ceiling, so you can't turn over without getting out &amp;&nbsp;then getting back in.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">9.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Sleep on the shelf in your closet. Replace the closet door with a curtain. Have your spouse whip open the curtain about 3 hours after you go to sleep, shine a flashlight in your eyes, &amp;&nbsp;say, "Sorry, wrong rack."  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">10.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Make your family qualify to operate each appliance in your house - dishwasher operator, blender technician, etc.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">11.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Have your neighbor come over each day at 5 am, blow a whistle loudly, &amp; shout "Reveille, reveille, all hands heave out &amp;&nbsp;trice up."  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">12.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Have your mother-in-law write down everything she's going to do the following day, then have her make you stand in your back yard at 6 am while she reads it to you.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">13.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Submit a request chit to your father-in-law requesting permission to leave your house before 3 pm.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">14.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Empty all the garbage bins in your house &amp;&nbsp;sweep the driveway three times a day, whether it needs it or not.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">15.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Have your neighbor collect all your mail for a month, read your magazines, &amp;&nbsp;randomly lose every 5th item before delivering it to you.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">16.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Watch no TV except for movies played in the middle of the night. Have your family vote on which movie to watch, then show a different one.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">17.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Make your family menu a week ahead of time without consulting the pantry or refrigerator.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">18.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Post a menu on the kitchen door informing your family that they are having steak for dinner. Then make them wait in line for an hour. When they finally get to the kitchen, tell them you are out of steak, but they can have dried ham or hot dogs. Repeat daily until they ignore the menu &amp;&nbsp;just ask for hot dogs.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">19.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Bake a cake. Prop up one side of the pan so the cake bakes unevenly. Spread icing real thick to level it off.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">20.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Get up every night around midnight &amp;&nbsp;have a peanut butter &amp;&nbsp;jelly sandwich on stale bread. (midrats)  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">21.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Set your alarm clock to go off at random times during the night. At the alarm, jump up &amp;&nbsp;dress as fast as you can, making sure to button your top shirt button &amp;&nbsp;tuck your pants into your socks. RUn out into the backyard &amp;&nbsp;uncolil the garden hose.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">22.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Every week or so, throw your dog in the pool &amp;&nbsp;shout, "Man overboard port side!" Rate your family members on how fast they respond.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">23.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Put the headphones from your stereo on your head but don't plug them in. Hang a paper cup around your neck on a string. Stamd in front of the stove &amp;&nbsp;speak into the paper cup, "Stove manned &amp;&nbsp;ready." After an hour or so, speak into the cup again, "Stove secured." Roll up the headphones &amp;&nbsp;paper cup &amp;&nbsp;stow them in a shoebox.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">24.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Place a podium at the end of your driveway. Have your family stand watches at the podium, rotating at 4 hour intervals. This is best done when the weather is worst. January is a good time.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">25.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Make coffee using eighteen scoops of budget-priced coffee grounds per pot, &amp;&nbsp;allow the pot to simmer for 5 hours before drinking.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">26.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Have someone under the age of ten give you a haircut with sheep shears.  </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">27.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Sew the back pockets of your jeans on the front.  </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">28.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Lock yourself &amp;&nbsp;your family in the house for six weeks. Tell them that at the end of the 6th week you are going to take them to Disney World for "liberty". At the end of the 6th week, inform them the trip to Disney World has been cancelled because they need to get ready for an inspection, &amp;&nbsp;it will be another week before they can leave the house.  </h5> <!-- Credit Source --> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[loans]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-10T10:06:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**Fast Payday Loans for Canadians**]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">&nbsp;</span></strong> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">It’s not just the outrageous fees that some banks charge for their services, it’s the fact that many of them don’t provide quick lending services that a majority of every day citizens need. As is the case for those same every day citizens, emergencies come and go- and mostly come when you’re right between paydays! A <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.cashx.ca">fast payday loan</a></b> is perfect for anyone- from military to fast food workers to other good hard working souls that just need a break but for whatever reason don’t have the right credit. When things get stretched in between pay checks, everyone needs someone who’s willing to lend a helping hand!</span></strong> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-10T11:06:05-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[It's Still Spelling]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> <br /> <br /> My son, Mitchell, a kindergartner, practices spelling with magnetic letters on the refrigerator: cat, dog, dad, and mom have been proudly displayed for all to see. <br /> <br /> One morning while getting ready for the day, Mitchell bounded into the room with his arms outstretched. In his hands were three magnetic letters: <br /> <br /> G - O - D. <br /> <br /> "Look what I spelled, Mom!" Mitch exclaimed, a proud smile on his face. <br /> <br /> "That's wonderful!" I praised him. "Now go put them on the fridge so Dad can see when he gets home tonight." That Church school education is certainly having an impact, I thought, happily. <br /> <br /> Just then, a little voice called from the kitchen. <br /> <br /> "Mom? How do you spell 'zilla?"</font></b></b> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-10T11:06:30-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Seen the Cat Lately?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Little Tim was in the garden filling in a hole when his neighbor peered over the fence.   <br />   <br /> Interested in what the cheeky-faced youngster was up to, he politely asked, "What are you up to there, Tim?"   <br />   <br /> "My goldfish died," replied Tim tearfully, without looking up, "and I've just buried him."   <br />   <br /> The neighbor was concerned.... "That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn't it?"   <br />   <br /> Tim patted down the last heap of earth then replied, "That's because he's inside your stupid cat."</span></b> </p> <br /> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></b> </p> <br /> <br /> <br /> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">   <br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">   <br /></span></b> </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/_responsecom_from_martin_worldwide.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[mailing lists]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-10T12:06:54-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**** ResponseCom™ from Martin Worldwide***]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/_responsecom_from_martin_worldwide.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">&nbsp;</span></strong> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Martin Worldwide, a well known leader in direct marketing, has created an unparalleled database that identifies leads and prospects with active buying histories. This database, referred to as ResponseCom™, was developed over decades by compiling information into one of the most extensive databases ever created. Of any <b><a href="http://www.martinworldwide.net/" title="">mailing lists company</a></b> out there, Martin clients report the most consistent rate of high response returns than any other provider they have ever used. Decades of experience has allowed Martin Worldwide to provide clients with a cost effective service tailored just to their needs. With ResponseCom™, Martin Worldwide looks to extend their highly regarded service even further.&nbsp;&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span> </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/the_15_porsche.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-10T01:06:35-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The $15 Porsche]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h5>   <br /> A sixteen year-old boy came home with a Porsche and his parents began to yell and scream, "Where did you get that car???!!!   <br />   <br /> He calmly told them, "I bought it today."   <br />   <br /> "With what money?" demanded his parents. "We know what a Porsche costs."   <br />   <br /> "Well," said the boy, "this one cost me fifteen dollars."   <br />   <br /> So the parents began to yell even louder. "Who would sell a car like that for fifteen dollars?" they said.   <br />   <br /> "It was the lady up the street," said the boy. "I don't know her name; they just moved in. She saw me ride past on my bike and asked me if I wanted to buy a Porsche for fifteen dollars."   <br />   <br /> "Oh my Goodness," moaned the mother, "she must be a child abuser. Who knows what she will do next? John, you go right up there and see what's going on."   <br />   <br /> So the boy's father walked up the street to the house where the lady lived and found her out in the yard calmly planting petunias! He introduced himself as the father of the boy to whom she had sold a Porsche to for fifteen dollars, and demanded to know why she did it.   <br />   <br /> "Well," she said, "this morning I got a phone call from my husband. I thought he was on a business trip, but learned from a friend he ran off to Hawaii with his secretary and doesn't intend to come back.   <br />   <br /> He claimed he was stranded and told me to sell his new Porsche and then send him the money.   <br />   <br /> So I did."   <br />   <br /> The moral of the story is to just stay away from women, they are evil!&nbsp;<span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span style=""></span></span> </h5> <h5>&nbsp; </h5> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-10T01:06:42-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Actual Quotes From Company Memos]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/actual_quotes_from_company_memos.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">1.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->As of tomorrow, employees will only be able to access the building using individual security cards. Pictures will be taken next Wednesday and employees will receive their cards in two weeks. (This was the winning quote from Fred Dales at Microsoft Corp in Redmond, WA.) </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">2.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->What I need is a list of specific unknown problems we will encounter. (Lykes Lines Shipping) </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">3.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->E-mail is not to be used to pass on information or data. It should be used only for company business. (Accounting manager, ElectricBoat Company) </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">4.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->This project is so important, we can't let things that are more important interfere with it. (Advertising/Marketing manager, United Parcel Service) </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">5.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Doing it right is no excuse for not meeting the schedule. No one will believe you solved this problem in one day! We've been working on it for months. Now, go act busy for a few weeks and I'll let you know when it's time to tell them. (R&amp;D Supervisor, Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing 3M Corp.) </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">6.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Quote from the Boss: "Teamwork is a lot of people doing what I say." (Marketing executive, Citrix Corporation) </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">7.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->"We know that communication is a problem, but the company is not going to discuss it with the employees." (Switching supervisor, AT&amp;T Long Lines Division) </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">8.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->We recently received a memo from senior management saying: "This is to inform you that a memo will be issued today regarding the subject mentioned above." (Microsoft, Legal Affairs Division) </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">   <br /></span> </h5> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[what is the world without wholesale condoms]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-10T01:06:38-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[** Wholsesale and Crown Condoms- what more needs to be said?**]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/_wholsesale_and_crown_condoms_what_more_needs_to_be_said.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">DiscountCondomKing.com always provides the best of wholesale and retail prices for their customers. Not only is ordering online more discreet and trouble free, there is free shipping and a nice 5% discount for any and all customers who repeat their business with DiscountCondomKing.com. No matter what you’re looking for, with the largest inventory of condoms available, customers are always sure to find the right product at just the right price. Currently offered is Japan’s <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.discountcondomking.com">Crown Condoms</a></b>, the thinnest condoms available. They’ve been hailed as so comfortable it’s like wearing nothing at all! And who <i style="">couldn’t</i> use a 100 pack for only $23.95?? </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/always_do_what_youre_asked.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-10T02:06:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Always Do What You're Asked]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h5 style="margin-bottom: 12pt;">&nbsp; </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b>As director of communications, I was asked to prepare a memo reviewing our company's training programs and materials. In the body of the memo one of the sentences I mentioned the "pedagogical approach" used by one of the training manuals. The day after I routed the memo to the executive committee, I was called into the HR director's office, and told that the executive vice president wanted me out of the building by lunch. When I asked why, I was told that she wouldn't stand for "perverts" (pedophilia?) working in her company. Finally, he showed me her copy of the memo, with her demand that I be fired - and the word "pedagogical" circled in red. The HR manager was fairly reasonable, and once he looked the word up in his dictionary and made a copy of the definition to send back to her, he told me not to worry. He would take care of it. Two days later, a memo to the entire staff came out directing us that no words which could not be found in the local Sunday newspaper could be used in company memos. A month later, I resigned. In accordance with company policy, I created my resignation memo by pasting words together from the Sunday paper.</b> </h5> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/mother_superiors_feeling_superior_now.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-10T02:06:59-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Mother Superior's Feeling Superior Now]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/mother_superiors_feeling_superior_now.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h5>The 98 year old Mother Superior from Ireland was dying. The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her last journey comfortable.   <br />   <br /> They gave her some warm milk to drink but she refused. Then one of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen. Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened and poured a generous amount into the warm milk.   <br />   <br /> Back at Mother Superior's bed, she held the glass to her lips. Mother drank a little, then a little more and before they knew it, she had drunk the whole glass down to the last drop.   <br />   <br /> "Mother," the nuns asked with earnest, "please give us some wisdom before you die."   <br />   <br /> She raised herself up in bed and with a pious look on her face said, "Don't sell that cow." </h5> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[silver]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[monex]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-10T03:06:42-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**A Silver Lining with Monex Deposit Company**]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/a_silver_lining_with_monex_deposit_company.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">The Monex Deposit Company (MDC) is one of the most well known precious metal investors around. When it comes to purchasing <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.monex.com/prods/silver.html">silver</a></b>, one needs to find a company with experience. Monex not only has 30 years worth of experience in the precious metal industry, it offers a number of services that others don’t, such as personal delivery to independent banks or depositories. With silver bullion currently becoming one of the hottest buys and demand exceeding production, there has never been a better time to contact the hardworking, dedicated staff of Monex Deposit Company for finding the best competitive prices available. </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-10T04:06:24-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[It Worked, Didn't It?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> HOME OWNER AND POLICE <br /> <br /> I was going to bed the other night when my wife told me that I had left the light on in the shed. She could see from the bedroom window. As I looked for myself, I saw that there were people in the shed taking things. <br /> <br /> I phoned the police, and they told me that no one was in the area to help at this time, but they would send someone over as soon as they were available. <br /> <br /> I said "OK," hung up, and waited one minute, then phoned the police back. <br /> <br /> "Hello. I just called you a minute ago because there were people in my shed. Well, you don't have to worry about them now 'cause I've shot them." <br /> <br /> Within five minutes there were half a dozen police cars in the area, an Armed Response unit, the works. Of course, they caught the burglars red-handed. <br /> <br /> One of the officers said: "I thought you said that you shot them!" <br /> <br /> I replied, "I thought you said there was nobody available!" </font></b></b> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-06-10T04:06:57-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Louie. Louie]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h5>   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### -->A minister concluded that his church was getting into serious financial troubles.   <br />   <br /> Coincidentally, by chance, while checking the church storeroom, he discovered several cartons of new bibles that had never been opened and distributed. So at his Sunday sermon, he asked for three volunteers from the congregation who would be willing to sell the bibles door-to-door for $10 each to raise the desperately needed money for the church.   <br />   <br /> Peter, Paul and Louie all raised their hands to volunteer for the task. The reverend knew that Peter and Paul earned their living as salesmen and were likely capable of selling some bibles but he had serious doubts about Louie. Louie was just a little local farmer, who had always tended to keep to himself because he was embarrassed by his speech impediment. Poor little Louis stuttered very badly. But, not wanting to discourage poor Louis, the reverend decided to let him try anyway.   <br />   <br /> He sent the three of them away with the back seat of their cars stacked with bibles and asked them to meet with him and report the results of their door-to-door selling efforts the following Sunday.   <br />   <br /> Anxious to find out how successful they were, the reverend immediately asked Peter, "Well, Peter, how did you make out selling our bibles last week?"   <br />   <br /> Proudly handing the reverend an envelope, Peter replied, "Father, using my sales prowess, I was able to sell 20 bibles, and here's the $200 I collected on behalf of the church."   <br />   <br /> "Fine job, Peter!" The reverend said, vigorously shaking his hand. "You are indeed a fine salesman and the Church is indebted to you."   <br />   <br /> Turning to Paul, he asked "And Paul, how many bibles did you manage to sell for the church last week?"   <br />   <br /> Paul, smiling and sticking out his chest, confidently replied, "Reverend, I am a professional salesman and was happy to give the church the benefit of my sales expertise. Last week I sold 28 bibles on behalf of the church, and here's $280 I collected."   <br />   <br /> The reverend responded, "That's absolutely splendid, Paul. You are truly a professional salesman and the church is also indebted to you."   <br />   <br /> Apprehensively, the reverend turned to little Louie and said, "And Louie, did you manage to sell any bibles last week?"   <br />   <br /> Louie silently offered the reverend a large envelope. The reverend opened it and counted the contents. "What is this?" the reverend exclaimed. "Louie, there's $3200 in here! Are you suggesting that you sold 320 bibles for the church, door to door, in just one week?   <br />   <br /> Louie just nodded.   <br />   <br /> That's impossible!" both Peter and Paul said in unison. "We are professional salesmen, yet you claim to have sold 10 times as many bibles as we could."   <br />   <br /> "Yes, this does seem unlikely," the reverend agreed. "I think you'd better explain how you managed to do accomplish this, Louie."   <br />   <br /> Louie shrugged. "I-I-I- re-re-really do-do-don't kn-kn-know f-f-f-for sh-sh-sh-sure," he stammered.   <br />   <br /> Impatiently, Peter interrupted. "For crying out loud, Louie, just tell us what you said to them when they answered the door!"   <br />   <br /> "A-a-a-all I-I-I s-s-said wa-wa-was," Louis replied, "W-w-w-w-would y-y-y-you l-l-l-l-l-like t-t-to b-b-b-buy th-th-th-this b-b-b-b-bible f-f-for t-t-ten b-b-b-bucks ---o-o-o-or--- wo-wo-would yo-you j-j-j-just l-like m-m-me t-t-to st-st-stand h-h-here and r-r-r-r-r-read it t-to y-y-you?"   <br style="" /> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]-->   <br style="" /> <!--[endif]--> </h5> <!-- Credit Source --> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-06-10T04:06:07-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[****Faculty Members of Capella University and Appreciative Coaching ***]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">There’s more to Capella than just <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.capella.edu/default.aspx">online degrees</a></b>. Capella University Faculty member Sara Orem, PhD, has recently co-authored a book with Jacqueline Binkert, PhD, and Ann Clancy, PhD on Appreciative Coaching. Guiding the reader through the four stages of Discovery, Dream, Design and Destiny, one is able to discover a powerful view of their future and potential. Along with teaching in the areas of Business and Techology, Orem also has her own coaching firm, giving her first hand knowledge and experience in helping other reach their goals. Binkert and Clancy also do work consultant work with agencies around leadership issues. The book was written to focus on those who work one on one with individuals who create change or influence major decisions in organizations no matter how large or small.  </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/two_buckets_o_fish.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-11T08:06:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Two Buckets o' Fish]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h5>   <br /> A man was recently stopped by a game warden in Northern Minnesota.   <br />   <br /> The fellow, carrying two buckets of fish, was leaving a lake well known for its fishing. The game warden asked the man, "Do you have a license to catch those fish? If you don't, I'm going to have to impound them as evidence."   <br />   <br /> The man replied to the game warden, "No, sir. These are my pet fish."   <br />   <br /> "Pet fish?!" the warden replied.   <br />   <br /> "Yes, sir. Every night I take these here fish down to the lake and let them swim around for a while. I whistle and they jump back into their buckets, and I take 'em home."   <br />   <br /> "That's a bunch of hooey! Fish can't do that!"   <br />   <br /> The man looked at the game warden for a moment, and then said, "Here, I'll show you. It really works."   <br />   <br /> "O.K. I've GOT to see this!." The game warden was curious now. The man poured the fish in to the lake and stood and waited.   <br />   <br /> After several minutes, the game warden turned to the man and said, "Well?"   <br />   <br /> "Well, What?" the man responded.   <br />   <br /> "When are you going to call them back?" The game warden prompted.   <br />   <br /> "Call who back?" The man asked.   <br />   <br /> "The FISH."   <br />   <br /> "What fish?" The man asked . . .   <br style="" /> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]-->   <br style="" /> <!--[endif]--> </h5> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/your_computer_is_crashing_haikus.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-11T08:06:14-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA['Your Computer is Crashing' Haikus]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/your_computer_is_crashing_haikus.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h5><span style="">&nbsp;</span>In Japan, they have apparently replaced the impersonal and unhelpful Microsoft error messages with Haiku poetry. With their strict construction rules (each poem has only 17 syllables: 5 syllables in the first, 7 in the second, 5 in the third), Haikus are used to communicate timeless messages, often achieving a wistful, yearning and powerful insight through extreme brevity. </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-weight: normal;"><span style="">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->The Web site you seek Cannot be located, but Countless more exist. </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-weight: normal;"><span style="">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return. </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-weight: normal;"><span style="">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Program aborting: Close all that you have worked on. You ask far too much. </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-weight: normal;"><span style="">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams. </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-weight: normal;"><span style="">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Yesterday it worked. Today it is not working. Windows is like that. </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-weight: normal;"><span style="">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Your file was so big. It might be very useful. But now it is gone. </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-weight: normal;"><span style="">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Stay the patient course. Of little worth is your ire. The network is down. </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-weight: normal;"><span style="">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->A crash reduces Your expensive computer To a simple stone. </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-weight: normal;"><span style="">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Three things are certain: Death, taxes and lost data. Guess which has occurred. </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-weight: normal;"><span style="">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->You step in the stream, But the water has moved on. This page is not here. </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-weight: normal;"><span style="">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Out of memory. We wish to hold the whole sky, But we never will. </h5> <h5 style="margin: 5pt 0in 12pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-weight: normal;"><span style="">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Having been erased, The document you're seeking Must now be retyped. </h5> <h5 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-weight: normal;"><span style="">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Serious error. All shortcuts have disappeared. Screen. Mind. Both are blank. </h5> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[voip]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-11T08:06:06-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[***XPander Communications and Small Business Phone Sytems***]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Those looking to improve their phone and communications systems with state of the art technologies will find just what they are looking for in Xpander Communications. Xpander is one that specializes in <b><a href="http://www.xpandercommunications.com/"><span class="requirednote"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">VOIP Small Business phone systems</span></span> </a></b>that are user friendly, totally cost effective and all but maintenance free. Businesses with coast to coast locations can now share the exact same phone system with the same list of options. Xpander also offers free 4-digit dialing between all inter-company locations. This cuts downs costs on long distance company calling plans as well as enhances a company’s ability to better communicate, saving time and money that commonly occur with unfortunate miscommunications. </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-06-11T01:06:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Preacher and the Lawnmower]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h5>A preacher was making his rounds to his parishioners on a bicycle, when he came upon a little boy trying to sell a lawnmower.   <br />   <br /> "How much do you want for the mower?" asked the preacher.   <br />   <br /> "I'm just trying to make enough money to buy a bicycle," said the little boy.   <br />   <br /> After a moment of consideration, the preacher asked, "Will you take my bike in trade for it?"   <br />   <br /> The boy said, "You got a deal."   <br />   <br /> The preacher took the mower and tried to start it. He pulled on the cord a few times with no response from the mower.   <br />   <br /> The preacher called the little boy over and said, "I can't get this mower to start."   <br />   <br /> The little boy said, "That's 'cause you have to cuss at it to get it started."   <br />   <br /> The preacher said, "I'm a minister, and I can't cuss. It's been so long since I've been 'saved' that I don't know if I even remember how to cuss."   <br />   <br /> The little boy looked at him with a smile and said, "Just keep pulling on that cord. It'll come back to ya!" </h5> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-06-11T01:06:14-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Divine Intervention]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">   <br /> Two old friends met one day after many years. One attended college, and now was very successful. The other had not attended college and never had much ambition.   <br />   <br /> The successful one said, "How has everything been going with you?"   <br />   <br /> "Well, one day I opened the Bible at random, and dropped my finger on a word and it was oil. So, I invested in oil, and boy, did the oil wells gush. Then another day I dropped my finger on another word and it was gold. So, I invested in gold and those mines really produced. Now, I'm as rich as Bill Gates."   <br />   <br /> The successful friend was so impressed that he rushed to his hotel, grabbed a Gideon Bible, flipped it open, and dropped his finger on a page. He opened his eyes and his finger rested on the words, "Chapter Eleven."</span></b> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[orlando]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-11T01:06:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[***Tickets to Orlando- Fun, Fast and Affordable***]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">When planning a trip to Orlando, the key to keeping expenses down when visiting Disney World is to find a reliable source for not just one but all Orlando theme parks, including dinner shows and attractions. With OrlandoFunTickets.com, one can find a variety of <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.orlandofuntickets.com/"> Discount Disney Tickets</a> </b>for a variety of situations. Instead having to take what’s available and planning you’re your vacation around that, you can now choose different days and lengths (from one to ten days) with a program called ‘Disney Magic Your Way’. OrlandoFunTickets.com has tickets at prices that are guaranteed to be the lowest of any other website available. This is a blessing with as many as 4 theme parks and 2 waterparks available. In fact- you may find yourself having too many options! </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-29T12:06:00-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Philisophy, Dating and Spinach]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> A boy is about to go on his first date, and is nervous about what to talk about. He asks his father for advice. The father replies: <br /> <br />"My son, there are three subjects that always work. These are food, family, and philosophy." <br /> <br />The boy picks up his date and they go to a soda fountain. Ice cream sodas in front of them, they stare at each other for a long time, as the boy's nervousness builds. He remembers his father's advice, and chooses the first topic (food). <br /> <br />He asks the girl: "Do you like spinach?" <br />She says "No," and the silence returns. <br /> <br />After a few more uncomfortable minutes, the boy thinks of his father's suggestion and turns to the second item on the list (family). <br /> <br />He asks, "Do you have a brother?" <br />Again, the girl says "No" and there is silence once again. <br /> <br />The boy then plays his last card (philosophy). He thinks of his father's advice and quickly asks: <br /> <br />"If you had a brother, would he like spinach?" </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-29T12:06:33-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Just O-Hi-O]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/just_ohio.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">A long but pleasant Christmas Break was over and the teacher was asking children in the class about their vacations. One little girl visited her family in </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Florida</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">. Another little boy visited family in </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Chicago</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">. Another visited family in </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Vermont</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">. The teacher turned to little Johnny and asked what he did over the break.   <br />   <br /> "We visited my grandmother in </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Punxsutawney</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">, </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Pennsylvania</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">," he replied.   <br />   <br /> "That sounds like an excellent vocabulary word," the teacher said. "Can you tell the class how you spell that?"   <br />   <br /> Little Johnny thought about it and said, "You know, come to think of it, we just went to </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Ohio</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">."</span></b> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[stocks]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[trading]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[poweroptions]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-29T12:06:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**The Power of PowerOptions**]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/the_power_of_poweroptions.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> If you’ve ever thought about getting into the world of investing in stock options but feel you just don’t have enough knowledge or understanding of how the process works, you no longer have an excuse. PowerOptions, an internet-based data provider with SmartSearchXL® technology, helps beginning investors learn the basics and much more. One can learn how and when to find, compare and analyze stock options either alone or using the help of decision support technology. The vast array of educational resources made available to users leaves no stone unturned, allowing traders to become familiar with everything from stock analysis to advanced option strategies such as the <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.poweropt.com/icondorspreadhelp.asp">iron condor</a></b>. PowerOptions is so confident you’ll love their setup, they offer not only the PowerOptions Performance Guarantee, they also allow a free 14 day trial. </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-30T10:06:26-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[U fell for it]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/u_fell_for_it.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">   <br /> I was with my husband at a baseball game in </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Boston</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">'s </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Fenway</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Park</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> when I decided to get myself a hot dog. As I stood up, my husband asked me to buy him a beer. The young clerk at the concession stand asked to see verification of age.   <br />   <br /> "You've got to be kidding," I said. "I'm almost 40 years old." She apologized, but she said she had to insist.   <br />   <br /> When I showed her my driver's license, the clerk served me the beer. "That will be $4.25."   <br />   <br /> I gave her $5 and told her to keep the change. "The tip's for carding me," I said.   <br />   <br /> She put the change into her tip cup. "Thanks," she said. "Works every time."</span></b> </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/i_was_married_to_this_guy.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-30T10:06:39-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[I was Married to this Guy...]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/i_was_married_to_this_guy.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">One day, a man walks into a dentist's office and asks how much it will cost to extract wisdom teeth.   <br />   <br /> "$130 dollars," the dentist says.   <br />   <br /> "That's a ridiculous amount," the man says. "Isn't there a cheaper way?"   <br />   <br /> "Well," the dentist says, "if I don't use an anaesthetic, I can knock it down to $100.00, but it would be very painful"   <br />   <br /> "That's still too expensive," the man says.   <br />   <br /> "Okay," says the dentist. "I can save time if instead of using my normal surgical procedure, I simply rip the teeth out with a pair of pliers. I could get away with charging $50.00"   <br />   <br /> "Nope," moans the man, "it's still too much."   <br />   <br /> "Hmm," says the dentist, scratching his head. "If I let one of my students do it for the experience, I suppose I could charge you just $25.00"   <br />   <br /> "Marvellous," says the man, "book an appointment for my wife next week!"</span></b> </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/find_appliances_locally_with_krillion_localization_engine.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[krillion]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-06-30T10:06:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**Find Appliances Locally with Krillion Localization Engine **]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/find_appliances_locally_with_krillion_localization_engine.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p>It’s not uncommon for the sale of refrigerators to skyrocket during the summer. Compressors working harder to keep food cold often give out, especially in older models, and most people just find it easier- and cheaper- to replace the appliance as a whole. <i style="">But who wants to go out in the heat that killed the refrigerator in the first place and look for a new one?</i> With Krillion Localization Engine™ you won’t have to! Using Krillion, you can find anything from Hotpoint ranges to Samsung microwaves to <span class="fadedreduced"><b style=""><a href="http://www.krillion.com/xNT-Frigidaire-Dishwashers">Frigidaire Dishwashers</a></b> right in your local area. All you have to do is type in your town or city, the product you’re looking for and -wallah!- <span style="">&nbsp;</span>Krillion pinpoints the closest major big box retailer that has your product! No more driving from place to place looking for a replacement! No more trekking through the aisles of crowded centers!</span> </p> <p>   <br /><span class="fadedreduced"> </span> </p> <p><span class="fadedreduced">And best of all, no more trying to pry information out of deadpan ‘customer service associates’.</span> </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/secret_service_for_jesus.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-07-09T08:07:26-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Secret Service for Jesus]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/secret_service_for_jesus.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> <br /> <br /> A youth minister was talking to a 'teen' in the congregation one day and encouraging him to be an example among his friends and be regular in his attendance of church as a way of becoming part of The Lord's Army. The boy replied that he was already a member of The Lord's Army. <br /> <br /> "Why, then, do I usually only see you at church on Easter and Christmas?", the youth minister asked. <br /> <br /> "Because-- I'm in the secret service." the boy replied.</font></b></b> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/yeah_like_girls_are_so_dumb.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-07-09T09:07:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Yeah- like girls are SO dumb...]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/yeah_like_girls_are_so_dumb.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book. Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. <br />He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good morning, Ma'am What are you doing?" <br />"Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, Isn't that obvious?) <br />"You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her. <br />"I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading." <br />"Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up." <br />"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the woman. <br />"But I haven't even touched you," says the startled game warden. <br />"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment." <br /> <br />"Have a nice day ma'am," and he left. <br /> <br />MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think. </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[radiators]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-07-09T09:07:50-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[**Don't Blow Your Steam! Online Radiators are at Your Service!**]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/dont_blow_your_steam_online_radiators_are_at_your_service.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">From trucks to sedans to sports cars, there’s no doubt as to the level of quality and solid history Ford has built for itself in the automotive industry. Recognizing that there is no one size fits all solution to cars with such different needs and purposes, car parts such as radiators can differ from one model and type of vehicle to another. Whether it’s time to replace a <b><a title="" target="" href="http://www.radiator.com/ford-taurus-radiator.html">Taurus radiator</a></b> or a Ford F-150 radiator, Radiator.com will have just what you’re looking for. They stock a large number as well as a wide variety of high quality radiators, both vintage and high tech. If it’s Ford, if it’s a radiator, Radiator.com has it! </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/childrens_truths.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-08-01T10:08:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[CHildrens Truths]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/childrens_truths.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <ol>     <li> No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> You can't trust dogs to watch your food.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Reading what people write on desks can teach you a lot.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Dogs still have bad breath even after feeding them an entire box of tic tacs.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Never hold a Dustbuster and a cat at the same time.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> School lunches stick to the wall.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> The best place to be when your sad is in Grandma's lap.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Moms get mad when you cut your own bangs.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Never put chewed gum in your pocket without a wrapper        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Moms gets even madder when you let your friend cut your bangs.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Putting crayons in the microwave or the clothes dryer is a no-no.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> It's not a good idea to shine the bathroom floor with Vaseline.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> You can never put toothpaste back in the tube.      </li>   </ol> </h5> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/top_ten_reasons_why_men_should_join_the_choir.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-08-01T10:08:54-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Top Ten Reasons Why Men Should Join The Choir . . . .]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/top_ten_reasons_why_men_should_join_the_choir.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0pt;" align="left">   <ul>     <li> 10. Rehearsals are every Wednesday night. Which means that for those few hours, you will significantly reduce your risk of contracting tendonitis from nonstop operation of a television remote control or computer mouse.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> 9. Because you wear a choir robe every Sunday, you are liberated from a task many men find quite challenging: finding clothes that match.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> 8. From your special vantage point every Sunday, in which you look out at the entire congregation from the choir seats, you will develop interesting new hobbies. Among these is a little guessing game called "Who's Praying, Who's Sleeping?"        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> 7. On the other hand, sitting in full view of 400-500 people on a weekly basis makes it much less likely that you yourself will give in to a chronic lack of sleep. Although it has been known to happen.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> 6. If you think your singing in the shower sounds good now, just wait till you've been singing with us for a few weeks.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> 5. Singing in a choir is one of the few activities for men that does not require electronic equipment or expensive power tools. This could be good for the family budget.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> 4. For the fitness buffs, singing in the Choir is not only heart healthy, it's soul healthy. But there are no monthly membership fees, and it's a lot easier on the knees than jogging.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> 3. If you think you've done everything there is to do, and there are no great challenges left in life, try singing with us and staying on pitch, guys.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> 2. Choir rehearsal lasts half as long as a professional football game, but is at least twice as satisfying. (Don't worry, though, the rehearsals are on Wednesday, not Monday Nights.)        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> 1. When people ask you whether you've been behaving yourself, you can say with the utmost sincerity, "Hey, I'm a Choir Boy."      </li>   </ul> </h5></p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[symark]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-10-03T12:10:58-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Symark Software- Keep it Secret, Keep it Safe]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/symark_software_keep_it_secret_keep_it_safe.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">As the forerunner of security administration solutions, Symark Software has once again unleashed an innovative safety program that guards sensitive information on Linux and Unix based programs. As these programs are often used in human resources and financial venues, companies can now keep information safe while staying well within federal and state guidelines. A host of features and state of the art technology easily spoil both internal and external threats to basic root accounts. The company offers other safety programs as well, but to learn more about this <b><a href="http://www.symark.com/case_studies.htm" target="_blank">Password Vault</a></b><span style="">, one should inquire with<b> </b></span>Ellen Libenson Dan Borgasano of Symark Software Schwartz Communications, Inc.(800) 234-9072 (415) 512-0770 </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[no more lipstick]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-10-03T12:10:08-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[And that was that.]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/and_that_was_that.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><font face="Arial">The junior high school principal had a problem with some girls who were starting to use lipstick. When applying it in the bathroom they would blot their lips on the mirrors, leaving lip prints. So he spoke to the teachers and asked them for their help. They promised they would speak to the girls, but after two weeks, the situation didn't improve at all. <br /> <br /> Finally he thought of a way to stop it. <br /> <br /> One day he gathered together all the girls who wore lipstick. He then took them into the bathroom and lectured about how hard it was to clean the lipstick off the mirrors. You could see the young girls smiling at each other, all nodding publicly but smirking to one another. <br /> <br /> The principal then asked the custodian, who was present, to demonstrate how difficult it was to clean the mirrors. The custodian took a long handled brush, dipped it into the toilet and vigorously rubbed the lipstick off the mirror. <br /> <br /> From that day forward, the mirrors stayed lipstick free.</font> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/take_a_lesson_or_two_from_your_canine_companion.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[dogs]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-10-03T12:10:07-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Take a Lesson or Two from Your Canine Companion!]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/take_a_lesson_or_two_from_your_canine_companion.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><font face="Arial">1. Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joy ride. <br /> 2. Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy. <br /> 3. When loved ones come home, always run to greet them. <br /> 4. When it's in your best interest, always practice obedience. <br /> 5. Let others know when they've invaded your territory. <br /> 6. Take naps and always stretch before rising. <br /> 7. Run, romp, and play daily. <br /> 8. Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. <br /> 9. Be loyal. <br /> 10. Never pretend to be something you're not. <br /> 11. If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it. <br /> 12. When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently. <br /> 13. Delight in the simple joy of a long walk. <br /> 14. Thrive on attention and let people touch you. <br /> 15. Avoid biting when a simple growl will do. <br /> 16. On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree. <br /> 17. When you are happy, dance around and wag your entire body. <br /> 18. No matter how often you are criticized, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout. Run right back and make friends. <br /> </font> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[credit]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[cards]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-10-03T12:10:22-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Comparting Credit Cards]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/comparting_credit_cards.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Whether it’s emergencies, renting a car or ordering online, nowadays <b><a href="http://www.creditcardsearchengine.com/" target="_blank">Credit Cards</a> </b>are just a requirement of life. With so many credit cards each offering ‘the best deals around’ it can be difficult to figure out just which one is telling the truth! On top of that, you want to be sure that the credit offer is extended from a reputable firm. The last thing you want to do is offer your sensitive information to some fly by night operation. CreditCardSearchEngine allows both companies and individuals alike to compare credit card offers from only the most reputable of companies side by side. This makes getting the best deal not only easier but safer. </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[telemarketers]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-10-03T01:10:00-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[And THIS is How You Deal with Telemarketers.....]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/and_this_is_how_you_deal_with_telemarketers.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p><font face="Arial">After being interrupted by a telemarketer at dinner, I decided, on one such occasion, to try to be as irritating as they were to me. The call was from AT &amp; T and it went something like this:   <br />    <br /> Me: (swallowing) Hello   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Hello, this is AT&amp;T...   <br />    <br /> Me: Is this AT&amp;T?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Yes, this is AT&amp;T...   <br />    <br /> Me: This is AT&amp;T?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Yes This is AT&amp;T...   <br />    <br /> Me: Is this AT&amp;T?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: YES! This is AT&amp;T, may I speak to Mr. Byron please?   <br />    <br /> Me: May I ask who is calling?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: This is AT&amp;T.   <br />    <br /> Me: OK, hold on.   <br />    <br /> At this point I put the phone down for a solid 5 minutes thinking that, surely, this person would have hung up the phone. I ate my salad. Much to my surprise, when I picked up the receiver, they were still waiting.   <br />    <br /> Me: Hello?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Is this Mr. Byron?   <br />    <br /> Me: May I ask who is calling please?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Yes this is AT&amp;T...   <br />    <br /> Me: Is this AT&amp;T?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Yes this is AT&amp;T...   <br />    <br /> Me: This is AT&amp;T?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Yes, is this Mr. Byron?   <br />    <br /> Me: Yes, is this AT&amp;T?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Yes sir.   <br />    <br /> Me: The phone company?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Yes sir.   <br />    <br /> Me: I thought you said this was AT&amp;T.   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Yes sir, we are a phone company.   <br />    <br /> Me: I already have a phone.   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: We aren't selling phones today Mr. Byron.   <br />    <br /> Me: Well whatever it is, I'm really not interested but thanks for calling.   <br />    <br /> When you are not interested in something, I don't think you can express yourself any plainer than by saying "I'm really not interested," but this lady was persistent.   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Mr. Byron, we would like to offer you 10 cents a minute, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.   <br />    <br /> Now, I am sure she meant she was offering a "rate" of 10 cents a minute, but she at no time used the word "rate." I could clearly see that it was time to whip out the trusty old calculator and do a little ciphering.   <br />    <br /> Me: Now, that's 10 cents a minute 24 hours a day?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: (getting a little excited at this point by my interest) Yes sir, that's right! 24 hours a day!   <br />    <br /> Me: 7 days a week?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: That's right.   <br />    <br /> Me: 365 days a year?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Yes sir.   <br />    <br /> Me: I am definitely interested in that! Wow!!! That's amazing!   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: We think so!   <br />    <br /> Me: That's quite a sum of money!   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Yes sir, it's amazing how it adds up.   <br />    <br /> Me: OK, so will you send me checks weekly, monthly or just one big one at the end of the year for the full $52,560, and if you send an annual check, can I get a cash advance?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Excuse me?   <br />    <br /> Me: You know, the 10 cents a minute.   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: What are you talking about?   <br />    <br /> Me: You said you'd give me 10 cents a minute, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. That comes to $144 per day, $1,008 per week and $52,560 per year. I'm just interested in knowing how you will be making payment.   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Oh no, sir, I didn't mean we'd be paying you. You pay us 10 cents a minute.   <br />    <br /> Me: Wait a minute here!!! Didn't you say you'd give me 10 cents a minute? Are you sure this is AT&amp;T?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Well, yes this is AT&amp;T sir but......   <br />    <br /> Me: But nothing, how do you figure that by saying that you'll give me 10 cents a minute that I'll give you 10 cents a minute? Is this some kind of subliminal telemarketing scheme? I've read about things like this in the Enquirer, you know. Don't use your alien brainwashing techniques on me.   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: No sir, we are offering 10 cents a minute for.....   <br />    <br /> Me: THERE YOU GO AGAIN! Can I speak to a supervisor please!   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Sir, I don't think that is necessary.   <br />    <br /> Me: Sure! You say that now! What happens later?   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: What?   <br />    <br /> Me: I insist on speaking to a supervisor!   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Yes Mr. Byron. Please hold.   <br />    <br /> So now AT&amp;T has me on hold and my supper is getting cold. I begin to eat while I'm waiting for a supervisor. After a wait of a few minutes and while I have a mouth full of food:   <br />    <br /> Supervisor: Mr. Byron?   <br />    <br /> Me: Yeth?   <br />    <br /> Supervisor: I understand you are not quite understanding our 10 cents a minute program.   <br />    <br /> Me: Id thish Ath Teeth &amp; Teeth?   <br />    <br /> Supervisor: Yes sir, it sure is.   <br />    <br /> Me: (I had to swallow before I choked on my food. It was all I could do to suppress my laughter and I had to be careful not to produce a snort). No, actually, I was just waiting for someone to get back to me so that I could sign up for the plan.   <br />    <br /> Supervisor: OK, no problem, I'll transfer you back to the person who was helping you.   <br />    <br /> Me: Thank you.   <br />    <br /> I was on hold once again and managed a few more mouthfuls. I needed to end this conversation. Suddenly, there was an aggravated but polite voice at the other end of the phone.   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: Hello Mr. Byron, I understand that you are interested in signing up for our plan?   <br />    <br /> Me: Do you have that "friends and family" thing because you can never have enough friends and I'm an only child and I'd really like to have a little brother...   <br />    <br /> AT&amp;T: (click)</font>  </p> <p><font face="Arial">&nbsp;</font>  </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/americas_funniest_church_bulletin_bloopers.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-10-03T01:10:10-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[America's Funniest Church Bulletin Bloopers]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/americas_funniest_church_bulletin_bloopers.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left"> Ushers will <u>eat</u> latecomers.   <br />    <br /> For anyone who has children and doesn't know it, there is a day care on the first floor.   <br />    <br /> The third verse of Blessed Assurance will be sung without musical <u>accomplishment</u>.   <br />    <br /> During the absence of our pastor, we enjoyed the rare privilege of hearing a good sermon when J.F. Stubbs <u>supplied</u> our pulpit.   <br />    <br /> Pastor is on vacation. <u>Massages</u> can be given to church secretary.   <br />    <br /> Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles and other items to be recycled. Proceeds will be used <u>to</u> cripple children.   <br />    <br /> Today the pastor will preach his farewell message after which the choir will sing, "Break Forth into Joy!"   <br />    <br /> The choir will meet at the Larsen house for fun and <u>sinning</u>.   <br />    <br /> Miss Charlene Mason sang, "I Will Not Pass This Way Again," giving obvious pleasure to the congregation.   <br />    <br /> Ladies, don't forget the rummage sale. It is a good chance to get rid of those things not worth keeping around the house. Bring your husbands.   <br />    <br /> Don't let worry kill you -- let the church help.   <br />    <br /> Next Sunday is the family hay ride and bonfire at the Fowlers. Bring your own hot dogs and <u>guns</u>. Friends are welcome! Everyone come for a fun time.   <br />    <br /> "Wise Up, O Men of God"   <br />    <br /> Easter Sunday, we will have a 9:30 worship service. The 11:00 will be <u>hell</u> as usual.   <br />    <br /> Smile at someone who is hard to love. Say "<u>hell</u>" to someone who doesn't care much about you.   <br />    <br /> <u>Weight Watchers</u> will meet at 7 p.m. Please <u>use the large double door</u> at the side entrance. </h5> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[monex]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-10-03T01:10:28-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[A Treasure of Gold Coins]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/a_treasure_of_gold_coins.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">If the idea of investing in <b><a href="http://monex.com/prods/gold_coins.html" target="_blank">gold coins</a> </b>has ever interested you, Monex Deposit Company can help you with all your needs. Whether you’re a first time investor or a an old pro, individuals from all walks of life can appreciate the company’s dedication to customer service. Not only do they offer currency in the for of bullion or ingots, Monex will arrange for a personal delivery right to your bank or depository. But don’t feel that your choices are limited, as Monex also offers investors silver coins as well. A dedicated and knowledgeable staff can advise what the market is doing at any time. This ensures you will always get the best investment possible. </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/pizzas_for_thefbi.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-10-03T01:10:40-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Pizzas for the"FBI"]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/pizzas_for_thefbi.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">The following is a direct quote from the Center for Strategic and International Studies report on "Global Organized Crime." The author who introduced the story swears it's true.    <br />   <br /> FBI agents conducted a raid of a psychiatric hospital in San Diego that was under investigation for medical insurance fraud. After hours of reviewing thousands of medical records, the dozens of agents had worked up quite an appetite. The agent in charge of the investigation called a nearby pizza parlor with delivery service to order a quick dinner for his colleagues.    <br />   <br /> The following telephone conversation took place and was recorded by the FBI because they were taping all conversations at the hospital.    <br />   <br /> Agent: Hello. I would like to order 19 large pizzas and 67 cans of soda.    <br />   <br /> Pizza Man: And where would you like them delivered?    <br />   <br /> Agent: We're over at the psychiatric hospital.    <br />   <br /> Pizza Man: The psychiatric hospital?    <br />   <br /> Agent: That's right. I'm a FBI agent.    <br />   <br /> Pizza Man: You're a FBI agent?    <br />   <br /> Agent: That's correct. Just about everybody here is.    <br />   <br /> Pizza Man: And you're at the psychiatric hospital?    <br />   <br /> Agent: That's correct. And make sure you don't go through the front doors. We have them locked. You will have to go around to the back to the service entrance to deliver the pizzas.    <br />   <br /> Pizza Man: And you say you're all FBI agents?    <br />   <br /> Agent: That's right. How soon can you have them here?    <br />   <br /> Pizza Man: And everyone at the psychiatric hospital is a FBI agent?    <br />   <br /> Agent: That's right. We've been here all day and we're starving.    <br />   <br /> Pizza Man: How are you going to pay for all of this?    <br />   <br /> Agent: I have my checkbook right here.    <br />   <br /> Pizza Man: And you're all FBI agents?    <br />   <br /> Agent: That's right. Everyone here is a FBI agent. Can you remember to bring the pizzas and sodas to the service entrance in the rear? We have the front doors locked.    <br />   <br /> Pizza Man: I don't think so.    <br />   <br /> CLICK.  </h5> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/the_perks_of_being_over_60.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-10-03T01:10:07-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Perks of Being Over 60]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/the_perks_of_being_over_60.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><ol>   <h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">     <li> Kidnappers are not very interested in you.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> People call at 9 p.m. and ask, "Did I wake you?"        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> No one expects <i>you</i> to run into a burning building.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> People no longer view you as a hypochondriac.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> There's nothing left to learn the hard way.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Things you buy now won't wear out.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> You can eat dinner at 4:00 p.m.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> You enjoy hearing about other people's operations.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> You get into heated arguments about pension plans.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> You have a party and the neighbors don't even realize it.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks in the room.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> You sing along with the elevator music.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Your eyes won't get much worse.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Your joints are more accurate meteorologists than the National Weather Service.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't remember them either.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Your supply of brain cells is finally down to a manageable size.     </li>   </h5> </ol> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/get_your_karisma_going.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[karisma]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-10-03T01:10:33-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Get Your Karisma Going]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/get_your_karisma_going.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">While the country of Mexico is wild and exotic, it also thoroughly modern and the best way to take that extravagant vacation without worry. Those looking for unforgettable <b><a href="http://www.karismahotels.com/" target="_blank">Mexico Vacations</a> </b><span style="">need look no further than </span>Karisma Hotels. With beach beds, beach butlers and beach side barswings, this is the place for the truly elite. Vacationers can rely on stress free service and an all inclusive gourmet level style of dining. There’s no better way to relax than swaying with the ocean breezes as you look out over the Mexican Caribbean. Wide screen televisions can be found in every room along with a number of other state of the art amenities. A host of water activities and local sightseeing is offered as well. There are a number of hotels in the Karima line, including a club that caters to nudists. Karisma Hotels are truly at the forefront of the hospitality industry. </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/bubba_joe_aint_no_dummy.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-10-03T01:10:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Bubba Joe ain't no dummy]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/bubba_joe_aint_no_dummy.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left"> Bubba Joe's first military assignment was to a military induction center, and, because he was a good talker, they assigned him the duty of advising new recruits about the government benefits, especially the GI insurance to which they were entitled.    <br />   <br /> Before long the Captain in charge of the induction center began noticing that Bubba was getting a 99 percent sign-up for the top GI insurance.    <br />   <br /> This was odd, because it would cost these poor inductees nearly $30.00 per month more for their higher coverage than what the government was already granting.    <br />   <br /> The Captain decided that he would sit in the back of the room and observe Bubba's sales pitch. Bubba Joe stood up before his latest group of inductees and stated, "If you have the normal GI insurance and go to Iraq and are killed, the government pays your beneficiary $6,000."    <br />   <br /> "If you take out the supplemental GI insurance, which will cost you an additional $30.00 per month, the government pays your beneficiary $200,000."    <br />   <br /> "Now," Bubba concluded, "which bunch do you think they're gonna send into combat first?" </h5> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/if_guys_ruled_the_world_which_is_why_they_dont.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-10-03T01:10:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[If Guys Ruled the World (which is why they don't....)]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/if_guys_ruled_the_world_which_is_why_they_dont.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <li> The funniest guy in the office would get to be CEO.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> At the end of the workday, a whistle would blow and you'd jump out your window and slide down the tail of a brontosaurus and right into your car like Fred Flintstone.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> It'd be considered harmless fun to gather 30 friends, put on horned helmets, and go pillage a nearby town.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Tanks would be far easier to rent.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Instead of an expensive engagement ring, you could give your wife-to-be a giant foam hand that said, "You're #1!"      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Valentine's Day would be moved to February 29th so it would only occur in leap years. &nbsp;(Wouldn't help -- you STILL wouldn't remember anyway!)    </li> </h5> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/multivend_your_way_to_success.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[multivend]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-10-03T02:10:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Multivend Your Way to Success]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/multivend_your_way_to_success.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Who said the way to financial freedom was meant to be difficult? Many have found their way to earning a viable flow of cash in the easy, trouble free vending machine market. With <b><a href="http://www.smallbusinessopportunity.com/articles.asp?arid=148" target="_blank">multivend</a> </b><span style="">machines you can be sure that you are getting state of the art, secure equipment that guarantees an easy to run business. No matter what type of vending machine you’re looking for, Multivend is guaranteed to have just what you need at a reasonable price. With a wide array of equipment available, vendors can now reach a more diverse market than ever for. This ensures better profits and a fulfilling, successful business. </span> </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/if_airlines_sold_paint.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-01T08:11:32-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[If Airlines Sold Paint...]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/if_airlines_sold_paint.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0pt;" align="left">   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### -->    <ul> Customer: Hi. How much is your paint?      <br />     <br /> Clerk: Well, sir, that all depends on quite a lot of things.      <br />     <br /> Customer: Can you give me a guess? Is there an average price?      <br />     <br /> Clerk: Our lowest price is $12 a gallon, and we have 60 different prices up to $200 a gallon.      <br />     <br /> Customer: What's the difference in the paint?      <br />     <br /> Clerk: Oh, there isn't any difference; it's all the same paint.      <br />     <br /> Customer: Well, then I'd like some of that $12 paint.      <br />     <br /> Clerk: When do you intend to use the paint?      <br />     <br /> Customer: I want to paint tomorrow. It's my day off.      <br />     <br /> Clerk: Sir, the paint for tomorrow is the $200 paint.      <br />     <br /> Customer: When would I have to paint to get the $12 paint?      <br />     <br /> Clerk: You would have to start very late at night in about 3 weeks. But you will have to agree to start painting before Friday of that week and continue painting until at least Sunday.      <br />     <br /> Customer: You've got to be *&amp;%^#@* kidding!      <br />     <br /> Clerk: I'll check and see if we have any paint available.      <br />     <br /> Customer: You have shelves FULL of paint! I can see it!      <br />     <br /> Clerk: But it doesn't mean that we have paint available. We sell only a certain number of gallons on any given weekend. Oh, and by the way, the price per gallon just went to $16. We don't have any more $12 paint.      <br />     <br /> Customer: The price went up as we were talking?      <br />     <br /> Clerk: Yes, sir. We change the prices and rules hundreds of times a day, and since you haven't actually walked out of the store with your paint yet, we just decided to change. I suggest you purchase your paint as soon as possible. How many gallons do you want?      <br />     <br /> Customer: Well, maybe five gallons. Make that six, so I'll have enough.      <br />     <br /> Clerk: Oh no, sir, you can't do that. If you buy paint and don't use it, there are penalties and possible confiscation of the paint you already have.      <br />     <br /> Customer: WHAT?      <br />     <br /> Clerk: We can sell enough paint to do your kitchen, bathroom, hall and north bedroom, but if you stop painting before you do the bedroom, you will lose your remaining gallons of paint.      <br />     <br /> Customer: What does it matter whether I use all the paint? I already paid you for it!      <br />     <br /> Clerk: We make plans based upon the idea that all our paint is used, every drop. If you don't, it causes us all sorts of problems.      <br />     <br /> Customer: This is crazy!! I suppose something terrible happens if I don't keep painting until after Saturday night!      <br />     <br /> Clerk: Oh yes! Every gallon you bought automatically becomes the $200 paint.      <br />     <br /> Customer: But what are all these, "Paint on sale from $10 a liter" signs?      <br />     <br /> Clerk: Well that's for our budget paint. It only comes in half- gallons. One $5 half-gallon will do half a room. The second half- gallon to complete the room is $20. None of the cans have labels, some are empty and there are no refunds, even on the empty cans.      <br />     <br /> Customer: To hell with this! I'll buy what I need somewhere else!      <br />     <br /> Clerk: I don't think so, sir. You may be able to buy paint for your bathroom and bedrooms, and your kitchen and dining room from someone else, but you won't be able to paint your connecting hall and stairway from anyone but us. And I should point out, sir, that if you paint in only one direction, it will be $300 a gallon.      <br />     <br /> Customer: I thought your most expensive paint was $200!      <br />     <br /> Clerk: That's if you paint around the room to the point at which you started. A hallway is different.      <br />     <br /> Customer: And if I buy $200 paint for the hall, but only paint in one direction, you'll confiscate the remaining paint.      <br />     <br /> Clerk: No, we'll charge you an extra use fee plus the difference on your next gallon of paint. But I believe you're getting it now, sir.      <br />     <br /> Customer: You're insane!      <br />     <br /> Clerk: Thanks for painting with United!   </ul> </h5> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/giving_blood.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-01T08:11:11-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Giving Blood]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### --> I've never donated blood to any organization before, preferring to leave it inside my body so the mosquitoes know where to find it. &nbsp;The idea that there are hospitals and charities and relief organizations--really, a whole industry--dedicated to sucking blood out of people frankly makes me want to hold a cross in front of me and go to sleep wearing a necklace of garlic every night.   <br />   <br /> Oddly, I often have the same reaction to Peter Jennings.   <br />   <br /> But then an appeal from the Red Cross made me change my mind about the whole thing, because with so many demands being made on the blood supply from so many directions, they give free cookies.   <br />   <br /> I showed up at the blood donation center feeling a little nervous. My anxiety only increased when I saw the ambulance parked as a precaution near the front door and the half dozen people milling around wearing white coats. &nbsp;With all these emergency medical personnel in the area, I worried they might have already run out of chocolate chip.   <br />   <br /> I don't know what I expected. &nbsp;I suppose I thought that draining a person's circulatory system would be similar to changing the oil in an automobile. &nbsp;But the whole thing starts with a questionnaire, wherein they gather your entire medical history.&nbsp;Apparently they need to be very particular about sharing blood, so that, for example, a Sagittarius only receives blood from a Sagittarius, and a narcoleptic never gets a donation from an insomniac, lest he wind up a person who is always falling asleep, but can't. The medical technician assigned to help me with the questionnaire pulled out his clipboard and regarded me professionally. &nbsp;"Now, Mr. Cameron, first question: Are you feeling healthy today?"   <br />   <br /> "No, not really," I responded truthfully.   <br />   <br /> "Oh?" &nbsp;He tapped his pen on the paper. &nbsp;"What's wrong?"   <br />   <br /> "I've sort of been low on sugar," I told him mournfully, glancing meaningfully at the table where they kept the cookies. &nbsp;"Plus I'm worried I might have something seriously wrong with my pancreas."   <br />   <br /> "Your...pancreas? &nbsp;Why do you say that?" he asked.   <br />   <br /> "Well, I've had everything else tested," I explained. &nbsp;"So I figure it must be the pancreas."   <br />   <br /> "Hmm...are you under the care of a doctor?"   <br />   <br /> "Oh, yes!" I informed him brightly. &nbsp;"I talk to the doctor nearly every day!"   <br />   <br /> "What does he say?"   <br />   <br /> "He says not to call him so much," I replied.   <br />   <br /> "I meant about your pancreas. &nbsp;Does he agree?" the technician elaborated.   <br />   <br /> "Oh, yes, of course. &nbsp;Well, not totally. &nbsp;Actually, no. &nbsp;But it is my body, after all. &nbsp;I feel like I should know what's going on with it," I affirmed.   <br />   <br /> "You can feel it?" he pressed.   <br />   <br /> "Of course! &nbsp;It's right here." &nbsp;I showed him where I often had pancreatic fits and spasms.   <br />   <br /> "That's actually your liver, Mr. Cameron."   <br />   <br /> "Oh." &nbsp;I laughed lightly. &nbsp;"Here?"   <br />   <br /> "Kidney," he responded, shaking his head.   <br />   <br /> "More here."   <br />   <br /> "That's your heart."   <br />   <br /> "Well, anyway, my doctor hasn't yet come up with a successful treatment," I continued.   <br />   <br /> "I see." &nbsp;He frowned at his clipboard.   <br />   <br /> "Do you think maybe we'd be more comfortable conducting this interview at the cookie table?" I suggested.   <br />   <br /> "Okay, other than the pancreas issue, you feel fine?" he inquired hopefully.   <br />   <br /> "Oh, no. &nbsp;I need to see an ear, nose and throat specialist," I advised.   <br />   <br /> "How come?"   <br />   <br /> "For my ear, nose and throat," I said simply.   <br />   <br /> "I see. &nbsp;Well, we'll take your temperature in a minute, and if that's normal, we'll go ahead and answer this question 'yes'," he decided. "Is that alright with you?"   <br />   <br /> "I often run fevers that don't register on the thermometers," I warned him.   <br />   <br /> "They don't...register?" he repeated.   <br />   <br /> "The medical name for them is 'stealth fevers'," I informed the technician. &nbsp;"Well, at least, that's what I call them. &nbsp;My doctor is very concerned. &nbsp;He has me e-mail him every time I get one, no matter what time of day or night. &nbsp;I used to just call, but he says e-mail is better."   <br />   <br /> "Ah." &nbsp;The technician looked a bit distressed, perhaps worried I might be contagious.   <br />   <br /> "You seem a little down," I told him. &nbsp;"Would a cookie help?"   <br />   <br /> "No," he sighed resignedly. &nbsp;"It's just that I suddenly realized something awful." &nbsp;He raised his eyes sadly to mine. &nbsp;"This is just the first question. I've got 32 more." </h5> </p>
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  <category><![CDATA[auto accessories]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-01T08:11:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Accessorize with Class]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">Anyone who has ever owned a car has probably found a need for <b><a href="http://www.buyautotruckaccessories.com/" target="_blank">auto accessories</a> </b><span style="">at one time or another.<b> </b>The</span> worst part is driving around from store to store trying to find the perfect part or component that matches a certain make, style and type of vehicle. Wouldn’t it be easier to go online and find a one stop venue that has all the right parts for whatever car, truck, SUV or minivan you drive? BuyAutoTruckAccessories.com not only offers this, they guarantee they have the lowest prices around. With an easy to use online shopping format, the accessory you want will be easy to find, pick out and pay for. If it goes on your vehicle you’re sure to find it here. </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-04T06:11:53-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Helpful Home Remedies]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <ol>     <li> If you are choking on an ice cube, don't panic. Simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat and presto! The blockage will be almost instantly removed.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Clumsy?&nbsp;&nbsp;Avoid cutting yourself while slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold them while you chop away.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Avoid arguments with the little woman about lifting the toilet seat by simply using the sink.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> For high blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing pressure in your veins. Remember to use a timer.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives, then you will be too afraid to cough.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Have a bad toothache?&nbsp;&nbsp;Smash your thumb with a hammer and you will forget all about that toothache!      </li>   </ol>   <br /> </h5> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-04T06:11:34-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[WWJD- or What Would Jesus Drive?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### --> Most people assume WWJD is for "What would Jesus do?" But the initials actually stand for"What would Jesus drive?"    <br />   <br /> One theory is that Jesus would tool around in an old Plymouth because "the Bible says God drove Adam and Eve out of the Garden of Eden in a Fury." But in Psalm 83, the Almighty clearly owns a Pontiac and a Geo. The passage urges the Lord to "pursue your enemies with your Tempest and terrify them with your Storm."    <br />   <br /> Perhaps God favors Dodge pickup trucks, because Moses' followers are warned not to go up a mountain "until the Ram's horn sounds a long blast."    <br />   <br /> Some scholars insist that Jesus drove a Honda but didn't like to talk about it. As proof, they cite a verse in St. John's gospel where Christ tells the crowd, "For I did not speak of my own Accord... " Meanwhile, Moses rode an old British motorcycle, as evidenced by a Bible passage declaring that "the roar of Moses' Triumph is heard in the hills."    <br />   <br /> Joshua drove a Triumph sports car with a hole in its muffler: "Joshua's Triumph was heard throughout the land."    <br />   <br /> And, following the Master's lead, the Apostles carpooled in a Honda, for as it says... "The Apostles were all in one Accord." </h5> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[capella]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-04T06:11:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Getting In Line for Online Education]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Whether to increase job satisfaction or earning power, there is hardly a working adult around that hasn’t felt the need to further his or her education to get ahead. However, the idea of returning to a classroom environment can be so intimidating, many turn the idea down before they give it a chance. With <b><a href="http://www.collegeanduniversity.net/index.cfm?event=flc&amp;fid=109" target="_blank">capella university</a> </b><span style="">one can get just the education they need without ever having to leave the comfort of their home or office. The reputable online college offers a vast number of accredited courses and brings students in attendance from all over the world into one single virtual classroom. Interested? </span>For more information, <span style="">&nbsp;</span>just call 1-888-CAPELLA (227-3552). </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-06T02:11:35-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[WIll Rogers- He Had a Point]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><ul>   <h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">     <li> "I don't make jokes. I just watch the government and report the facts."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "With Congress, every time they make a joke it's a law, and every time they make a law it's a joke."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Never blame a legislative body for not doing something. When they do nothing, that don't hurt anybody. When they do something is when they become dangerous."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Be thankful we're not getting all the government we're paying for."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "The trouble with practical jokes is that very often they get elected."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "The short memories of American voters is what keeps our politicians in office."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "The more you read and observe about this Politics thing, you got to admit that each party is worse than the other. The one that's out always looks the best."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Our public men are speaking every day on something, but they ain't saying anything."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "The budget is a mythical bean bag. Congress votes mythical beans into it, and then tries to reach in and pull real beans out."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "If you ever injected truth into politics you have no politics."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "Everything is changing. People are taking the comedians seriously and the politicians as a joke."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "The income tax has made liars out of more Americans than golf."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "The only difference between death and taxes is that death doesn't get worse every time Congress meets."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> "I don't want to complain, but every time they build a tax structure, the first thing they nail is me."     </li>   </h5> </ul> </p>
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  <dc:date>2007-11-06T02:11:53-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Cute Quotes from Geneology Forums]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><br />  <ol>   <li> My family coat of arms ties at the back ... is that normal?      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> My family tree is a few branches short! All help appreciated.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> My ancestors must be in a witness protection program!      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Shake your family tree and watch the nuts fall!      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> My hobby is genealogy, I raise dust bunnies as pets.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> How can one ancestor cause so much TROUBLE?!      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> I looked into my family tree and found out I was a sap ...      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> I'm not stuck, I'm ancestrally challenged.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> I'm searching for myself; Have you seen me?      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> If only people came with pull-down menus and on-line help ...      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Isn't genealogy fun? The answer to one problem leads to two more!      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> It's 2000 ... Do you know where your Great Great Grandparents are?      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> A family reunion is an effective form of birth control.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> A family tree can wither if nobody tends it's roots.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> A new cousin a day keeps the boredom away.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> After 30 days unclaimed ancestors will be adopted.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Am I the only person up my tree ... sure seems like it.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Any family tree produces some lemons, some nuts, and a few bad apples.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Ever find an ancestor HANGING from the family tree?      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> FLOOR: The place for storing your priceless genealogy records.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Gene-Allergy: It's a contagious disease but I love it.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Genealogists are time unravelers.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Genealogy is like playing hide and seek: They hide ... I seek!      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Genealogy: Tracing yourself back to better people.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> "Crazy" is a relative term in my family.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> A pack rat is hard to live with but makes a fine ancestor.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> I want to find ALL of them! So far I only have a few thousand.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> I Should have asked them BEFORE they died!      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> I think my ancestors had several "Bad heir" days.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> I'm always late. My ancestors arrived on the JUNE flower.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Only a Genealogist regards a step backwards, as progress.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Share your knowledge, it is a way to achieve immortality.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Heredity: Everyone believes in it until their children act like fools!      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> It's an unusual family that hath neither a lady of the evening or a thief.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Many a family tree needs pruning.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Shh! Be very, very quiet ... I'm hunting forebears.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Snobs talk as if they had begotten their own ancestors!      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> That's strange: half my ancestors are WOMEN!      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> I'm not sick, I've just got fading genes.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Genealogists live in the past lane.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Cousins marrying cousins: Very tangled roots!      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Cousins marrying cousins: A non-branching family tree      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Alright! Everybody out of the gene pool!      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Always willing to share my ignorance ...      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Documentation ... The hardest part of genealogy.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Genealogy: Chasing your own tale!      <br />   </li> </ol> </p>
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  <category><![CDATA[krillion]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-06T03:11:06-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[High Definition for the Rest of Us!!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">The word is out! Distributors want high definition TV's in your home!! The newest wave of buyers- or the smartest consumers- always wait until the hype blows over to make their electronics purchases.&nbsp;In order for companies to catch the attention of these buyers, high definition TV prices are as competitive as ever! So who’s got the best deal on that <b><a href="http://www.krillion.com/xNT-Pioneer-Televisions" target="_blank">pioneer HDTV</a> </b><span style="">you’ve been thinking of? Why not check out the </span>Krillion Localization Engine and find out? Krillion not only shows you the best prices, they show what big box stores <i style="">in your local area</i> are carrying the item you’re looking for. This means no driving from store to store- just seek, find and go get what you want at the price you want. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yes, it can be that easy. </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-08T11:11:05-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Craptastic Housecleaning Tips]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <ol>     <li> Vacuuming too often weakens the carpet fibers. Say this with a serious face, and shudder delicately whenever anyone mentions Carpet Fresh.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Dust bunnies cannot evolve into dust rhinos when disturbed. Rename the area under the couch "The Galapagos Islands" and claim an ecological exemption.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Layers of dirty film on windows and screens provide a helpful filter against harmful and aging rays from the sun. Call it an SPF factor of 5 and leave it alone.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Cobwebs artfully draped over lampshades reduces the glare from the bulb, thereby creating a romantic atmosphere. If your husband points out that the light fixtures need dusting, simply look affronted and exclaim, "What? And spoil the mood?"        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> In a pinch, you can always claim that the haphazard tower of unread magazines and newspapers next to your chair provides the valuable Feng Shui aspect of a tiger, thereby reducing your vulnerability. Roll your eyes when you say this.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Explain the mound of pet hair brushed up against the doorways by claiming you are collecting it there to use for stuffing hand sewn play animals for underprivileged children.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> If unexpected company is coming, pile everything unsightly into one room and close the door. As you show your guests through your tidy home, rattle the door knob vigorously, fake a growl and say, "I'd love you to see our Den, but Fluffy hates to be disturbed and the shots are SO expensive."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> If dusting is REALLY out of control, simply place a showy urn on the coffee table and insist that "THIS is where Grandma wanted us to scatter her ashes..."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Don't bother repainting. Simply scribble lightly over a dirty wall with an assortment of crayons, and try to muster a glint of tears as you say, "Junior did this the week before that unspeakable accident... I haven't had the heart to clean it..."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Mix one-quarter cup pine-scented household cleaner with four cups of water in a spray bottle. Mist the air lightly. Leave dampened rags in conspicuous locations. Develop an exhausted look, throw yourself onto the couch, and sigh, "I clean and I clean and I still don't get anywhere..."       <br />      </li>   </ol> <!-- Credit Source -->  </h5>  <h6 class="credit" align="center">   <br /> </h6> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-08T11:11:04-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Kumpewter Iliteruts Yewnite!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### --> Take heart, anyone among you who believes you are technologically challenged, you "ain't seen nuthin' yet." This is an excerpt from a "Wall Street Journal" article.  <ol>   <li> HP/Compaq is considering changing the command "Press Any Key" to "Press Return Key" because of the flood of calls asking where the "Any" key is.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> AST technical support had a caller complaining that her mouse was hard to control with the dust cover on. The cover turned out to be the plastic bag the mouse was packaged in.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> A Dell technician advised his customer to put his troubled floppy disk back in the drive and close the door. The customer asked the 'tech to hold on and was heard putting the phone down, getting up and crossing the room to close the door (to the room).      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Another Dell customer called to say he couldn't get his computer to print anything. After 40 minutes of troubleshooting, the technician discovered the man was trying to print a piece of paper by holding it in front of the monitor screen and pressing the "Print Screen" key.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Yet another Dell customer called to complain that his keyboard no longer worked. He had cleaned it by filling up his bath tub with soap and water, and soaked the keyboard for a day. Then he removed all the key buttons and washed them individually.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> A confused caller to IBM was having trouble printing documents. He told the technician that the computer had said it "couldn't find printer." The user said he tried turning the computer screen to face the printer, but that his computer still said: "couldn't find printer."      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> An exasperated caller to Dell Tech Support couldn't get her new Dell Computer to turn-on. After ensuring the computer was plugged in, the technician asked her what happened when she pushed the power button. Her response, "I pushed and pushed on the foot pedal, but nothing happens." The "foot pedal" turned out to be the computer's mouse.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> A woman called the Canon help desk with a problem with her printer. The 'tech asked her if she was running it under "Windows." The woman responded, "No, my desk is next to the door. But that is a good point -- because the man sitting in the cubicle next to me is under a window, and his printer is working fine."      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Tech Support (reportedly a true dialog):      <ul> "Bob, press the Control and Escape keys       <br /> at the same time. That brings up a task list       <br /> in the middle of the screen. Now press the       <br /> letter 'P' to bring up the Program Manager."       <br /> Customer: "I don't see a "P".       <br /> Tech: "The keyboard, Bob."       <br /> Customer: "What do you mean,&nbsp; 'P' ?"       <br /> Tech: "On your keyboard, Bob."       <br /> Customer: "I'm not going to do that!!!"     </ul>   </li> </ol> </p>
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  <category><![CDATA[martin]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-08T12:11:34-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Direct Marketing Worldwide]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/direct_marketing_worldwide.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">If you’re looking for a company that can offer an innovative <b><a href="http://www.martinworldwide.net/" target="_blank">Mailing Lists</a> </b>that brings more value with more replies and unbelievable business opportunities, then you want Martin Worldwide and ResponseCom™. As a forerunner in the mailing list industry, Martin Worldwide is now able to use its decades of established experience to offer clients a vast mailing list database of every type of customer a company is looking for. Not only do they offer this, they offer their services in a cost effective manner that makes direct mail marketing a viable and priceless advertising option. For more information, please call (888) 267-3545 and ask for Chip Matthews, Client Relations Manager </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-10T10:11:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Exercise ain't all it's cracked up to be...]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/exercise_aint_all_its_cracked_up_to_be.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><ul>   <h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">     <li> Walking can add minutes to your life. This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $5000 per month.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was 60. Now she's 97 years old and we don't know where the heck she is.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> The only reason I would take up exercising is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> I joined a health club last year, spent about 400 bucks. Haven't lost a pound. Apparently you have to go there.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> I have to exercise early in the morning before my brain figures out what I'm doing.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> I have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> The advantage of exercising every day is that you die healthier.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small country.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> And last but not least: I don't exercise because it makes the ice jump right out of my glass.        <br />       <br />     </li>   </h5> </ul> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-10T10:11:05-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[You Know You Live in a Small Town When...]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/you_know_you_live_in_a_small_town_when.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><br />  <ol>   <li>The town newspaper is published monthly.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> It has an aquarium -- stocked with live minnows.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> The town is named after EVERYONE'S distant relative.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> It was founded on April Fools' Day as a practical joke.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> The Ice Cream store has only two flavors, chocolate and vanilla.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> There's no hospital -- only a first aid kit.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> For fun on Saturday nights, people drive up and down main street.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> There's no bank... as soon as someone gets enough money, they leave.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> The only traffic jam's are caused when a farmer drives down Main Street on his combine.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> The local phone book has a yellow page.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Third Street is on the edge of town.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> The 7-11 is only open from 8 - 5.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> The only road crossing Main Street is a dirt road.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> At the last beauty contest, nobody won 2nd or 3rd place.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> The one-block-long Main Street dead ends in both direction.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> There's no place to go that you shouldn't.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> "Night on the Town" takes only 11 minutes.      <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> The New Year's baby was born in October.   </li> </ol> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/symark_the_best_in_security.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[security]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-11T11:11:30-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Symark: The Best in Security]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/symark_the_best_in_security.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thanks to Symark Software, those using Linux and Unix systems no longer have to worry about password security issues. <span style="">&nbsp;</span>Symark Software is the maker of PowerBroker and PowerPassword User Management Edition, a software that now works in perfect conjunction the new HP Integrity servers that run HP-UX 11i v3 operating systems. When working with financial, personal information and other sensitive data, having a system that prevents internal and external threats is an absolute must. As cybercrooks get smart, Symark Software gets even smarter, always keeping computing security on the cutting edge. Since 1985 Symark has offered <b><a href="http://www.symark.com/case_studies.htm" target="_blank">Password Vault</a> </b><span style=""><span style="">&nbsp;</span>and other top of the line security programs that are routinely used by some of the top agencies and organizations around. </span> </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/if_college_students_had_written_the_bible_it_would_have_gone_a_little_something.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-15T11:11:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[If college students had written the Bible it would have gone a little something]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/if_college_students_had_written_the_bible_it_would_have_gone_a_little_something.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;it would have gone a little something like this..... <br /> <br /> <h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <ul>     <li> The Last Supper would have been eaten the next morning -- cold.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> The Ten Commandments would actually be only five -- double-spaced and written in a large font.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> A new edition would be published every two years in order to limit reselling.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Forbidden fruit would have been eaten because it wasn't cafeteria food.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Paul's letter to the Romans would become Paul's email to abuse@romans.gov.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> The reason Cain killed Abel: they were roommates.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> The reason why Moses and followers walked in the desert for 40 years: they didn't want to ask directions and look like freshmen.       <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Instead of God creating the world in six days and resting on the seventh, He would have put it off until the night before it was due and then pulled an all-nighter.     </li>   </ul> </h5></p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/its_time_to_buy_a_new_car_when.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-15T11:11:46-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[It's time to buy a new car when...]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/its_time_to_buy_a_new_car_when.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <ol>     <li>Your passenger seat is on the National Register of Historic Places.        <br />       <br />      </li>     <li>Instead of an airbag, there's a whoopie cushion taped to your steering wheel.        <br />       <br />      </li>     <li>You lose the stop-light challenge to a 14-year old on a moped.        <br />       <br />      </li>     <li>15-Minute Jiffy Lube lasts for only 3 days.        <br />       <br />      </li>     <li>Thieves repeatedly break into your car just to take "The Club."        <br />       <br />      </li>     <li>When you gas up, the attendant asks "Can I re-duct-tape that windshield for you?"        <br />       <br />      </li>     <li>While waiting at stop light, people run up asking if anyone was hurt.        <br />       <br />      </li>     <li>For the last five years, you've had to settle for making "vroom vroom" noises while sitting in the driveway.        <br />       <br />      </li>     <li>You keep losing dates on left turns.        <br />       <br />      </li>     <li>Your gas gauge measures in cubits.        <br />       <br />      </li>     <li>Traffic reporters are starting to refer to you by name when discussing morning tie-ups.        <br />       <br />      </li>     <li>It hasn't been the same since Henry Ford borrowed it.       <br />      </li>   </ol> <!-- Credit Source -->  </h5>  <h6 class="credit" align="center">   <br /> </h6> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[coins]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-15T12:11:55-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Uncommon Service of Monaco Rare Coin]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/the_uncommon_service_of_monaco_rare_coin.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thanks to Monaco Rare Coin, finding a reputable <b><a href="http://www.zoomcoin.com/" target="_blank">coin dealer</a> </b>that offers a vast array of uncommon gold or silver investment-grade currency is easier than ever. Monaco is a branch of the highly regarded Monex firm, a company that has spent decades helping those interested in investing in gold and silver bullion. Monaco Rare Coin offers investors and collectors alike the chance to diversify and enhance their collection and do so in the most cost effective manner possible. Monaco Account Representatives not only have the resources to give a client what they want, they have the immeasurable knowledge to get them what they need.   <br /> </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/marriage_counseling.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-16T09:11:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Marriage Counseling??]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/marriage_counseling.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### -->    <blockquote> After just a few years of marriage filled with constant arguments, a young man and his wife decided the only way to save their marriage was to try counseling. They had been at each other's throats for some time and felt that this was their last straw.      <br />     <br /> When they arrived at the counselor's office, the counselor jumped right in and opened the floor for discussion. "What seems to be the problem?"      <br />     <br /> Immediately, the husband held his long face down without anything to say. In contrast, the wife began talking 90 miles an hour, describing all the wrongs within their marriage.      <br />     <br /> After 15 minutes of listening to the wife, the counselor went over to her, picked her up by her shoulders, kissed her passionately and sat her back down. Afterwards, the wife sat speechless.      <br />     <br /> The marriage counselor looked over at the husband, who stared in disbelief. The counselor said to the husband, "Your wife NEEDS that at least twice a week!"      <br />     <br /> The husband,&nbsp; stunned at his wife's speechlessness, replied, "I can have her here on Tuesdays and Thursdays."    </blockquote> </h5> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/why_dogs_cant_use_the_computer_without_a_problem.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-16T09:11:14-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why Dogs Can't Use the Computer Without a Problem...]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/why_dogs_cant_use_the_computer_without_a_problem.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### -->  <ol>   <li> He's distracted by cats chasing his mouse.      <br />     <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> SIT and STAY were hard enough; CUT and PASTE are out of the question.      <br />     <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Saliva-coated floppy disks refuse to work.      <br />     <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Three words: carpal paw syndrome.      <br />     <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> Involuntary tail wagging is a dead give-away that he's browsing www.purina.com instead of working.      <br />     <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> The fire hydrant icon is simply too frustrating.      <br />     <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> He can't help attacking the screen when he hears, "You've Got Mail."      <br />     <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> It's too messy to "mark" every Web site he visits.      <br />     <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> The FETCH command isn't available on all platforms.      <br />     <br />     <br />   </li>   <li> He can't stick his head out of Windows XP.   </li> </ol> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/how_smart_consumers_find_credit_cards.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-16T10:11:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[How Smart Consumers Find Credit Cards]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/how_smart_consumers_find_credit_cards.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Credit card companies are well known for hiding behind their small print. This can make finding a credit card that doesn’t have any hidden surprises rather difficult. That is unless you’re using </span>CreditCardSearchEngine.com. CreditCardSearchEngine.com not only lists cards from reputable sponsors such as Mastercard, Visa and Discover, they list the rates, which cards have what benefits and the best choices for those with bad credit. It even makes finding <b><a href="http://www.creditcardsearchengine.com/student.php" target="_blank">Credit Cards For Students</a> </b><span style="">that are smart and reliable an easy task. There’s no better resource for the smart consumer who like to know their options before making that final decision. <span style="">&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;</span></span> </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/exactly_where_are_you_located.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-21T08:11:13-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Exactly where are you located?]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/exactly_where_are_you_located.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### -->George and Harold are two old retired widowers who reside close to each other and do constant welfare checks on each other. Much of their relationship is based on pragmatism rather than real friendship or personal affection. One day, as he drinks his morning coffee, George opens the morning paper and turns to the obituaries page.    <br />   <br /> He gets the shock of his life when he sees his own obituary in the column. He realizes that the query for info on him by the local newspaper several months earlier, was in preparation for this event. He correctly surmises that it is a mistaken entry from their database.    <br />   <br /> It still excites and rankles him, so he calls Harold up. "Harold- you up yet?" asks George.    <br />   <br />Harold sleepily answers, "Yeah, but I'm only now starting my coffee."    <br />   <br /> "Harold, open the newspaper to page 31."    <br />   <br /> "Why, what's in the paper?"    <br />   <br /> "Harold, get the paper and open it to page 31 NOW!"    <br />   <br /> "Ok, Ok, I've got the paper here, so what's in page 31?"    <br />   <br /> "Harold, look at the bottom of column !"    <br />   <br /> "OK, OK, stop yelling in my ear!" The paper rustles for a few seconds, then a long silent pause ensues.    <br />   <br /> Finally, Harold comes on the line quietly and fearfully asks, "So George, where are you calling me from right now?" </h5> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/message_for_your_answering_machine.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-21T08:11:13-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Message for Your Answering Machine]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/message_for_your_answering_machine.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### -->    <ol>     <li> (Very fast:) Hi, this is 904-4344. If you want to leave a message, please wait for the tone. If you want to leave your name and number, please press pound, press 3, then dial your name, then press 6 and dial your number. If you want to leave your name and just a message, press star, press 6, ask for extension 4443, then leave your name and message. If you want to leave your number and the time you called, please press star twice, spin in a circle, press 1 twice, talk loud and BEEP!        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> This is Jeff, you're not in now, so I'll leave a message.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> The number you have reached, 226-0477, has been changed. The new number is 226-0477. (Yes, same number.)        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> The party you dialed is not available. Your call is being diverted to an alternate number. Please stand by... (Ring...) The number you dialed must be dialed by your 0 operator. (Click, beep, dial tone.)        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Hello. (Pause.) Hello? (Pause.) Hello! (Pause.) No, it doesn't look as if I'm in right now. Maybe you should leave a message at the beep or call me back later. BEEP. (Pause three seconds.) Just kidding, that wasn't really the beep. Are you ready now? (or) (Long pause, sound of phone dropping, sleepy voice:) Argh! (Pause.) Hello... (Sound of phone dropping, then a yawn.) Sorry man... I'm a bit tired at the moment... (Long yawn.) I'm going back to sleep now... Just going to switch the answering machine on... (or) Hello? (Pause. Roommate's voice:) C'mon, Matt, we're gonna be late! - - Hold on, there's someone on the phone! Hello? -- C'mon, dude! -- Hello? Aaah, whatever... BEEP        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Hello, this is David. I don't live here, so if you were trying to call me, you've dialed the wrong number. On the other hand, if you were trying to call John, Jim, or Eric, please leave your name and number at the tone. I don't guarantee that one of them will call you back -- only that I won't.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> (Deadpan voice:) Hi, This is Dave. Please leave a message as soon as possible and I'll get back to you at the sound of the tone.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Hello, this is Ron. I'm not home right now, but I can take a message. Hang on a second while I get a pencil. (Open a drawer and shuffle stuff around.) OK, what would you like me to tell me?        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Blah, blablablah, blah, blah. Blah? Blah blah. Blah. BEEP        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Pick up the phone and say:) This is Chris. I'm not here right now. Leave me a message. BEEP. (Then listen.)        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Sorry, Chris and Susan aren't here right now. Please leave your name and number after the tone. If you are calling regarding an outstanding debt, please leave your message BEFORE the tone.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Please leave your name and number -- But first, a short algebra quiz: How much is 5Q + 5Q? (Pause while caller thinks: 10Q) You're welcome!      </li>   </ol> </h5> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/journey_lite_to_lap_band_surgery.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[weight loss surgery]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-21T09:11:56-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Journey Lite to Lap Band Surgery]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/journey_lite_to_lap_band_surgery.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sometimes, when dieting and exercise simply aren’t enough, losing weight can require a little extra help. With all the recent scares over the myriad of weight loss procedures lately, considering the option of <b><a href="http://www.journeylite.com/about_the_surgery.php" target="_blank">weight loss surgery</a> </b><span style="">&nbsp;</span>can be rather daunting. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">However, Journey Lite has stepped up to fill the need that still exists in this area by specializing in Laparoscopic Adjustable Gastric Banding. Their surgical facilities consist of healthcare professionals that lead the way in offering only safe and sound, least invasive surgical weight loss solutions in existence. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">With the <span class="caps">LAP</span>-BAND® System, laparoscopic incisions place a band around the upper portion of the stomach creating a smaller passageway and area for food. This prevents overeating as those who have the surgery will fill fuller faster. Less calorie intake means a smooth and steady weight loss with no feelings of hunger or deprivation. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="caps">With LAGB</span> or the <span class="caps">LAP</span>-BAND® System, there is no major surgery. There is no stapling of the stomach, no rerouting of the digestive system at all. The <span class="caps">LAP</span>-BAND® System is and outpatient procedure that is <i style="">adjustable</i> and <i style="">completely reversible.</i> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">&nbsp;</i> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Journey Lite provides full range top rated patient care for the seriously overweight, offering not only excellent medical care but supportive after patient care as well. </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-23T04:11:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Say What?]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/say_what.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left"> A judge was interviewing a woman regarding her pending divorce, and asked, "What are the grounds for your divorce?"    <br />   <br /> She replied, "About four acres and a nice little home in the middle of the property with a stream running by."    <br />   <br /> "No," he said, "I mean what is the foundation of this case?"    <br />   <br /> "It is made of concrete, brick and mortar," she responded.    <br />   <br /> "I mean," he continued, "What are your relations like?"    <br />   <br /> "I have an aunt and uncle living here in town, and so do my husband's parents."    <br />   <br /> He said, "Do you have a real grudge?"    <br />   <br /> "No," she replied, "We have a two-car carport and have never really needed one."    <br />   <br /> "Please," he tried again, "is there any infidelity in your marriage?"    <br />   <br /> "Yes, both my son and daughter have stereo sets. We don't necessarily like the music, but the answer to your questions is yes."    <br />   <br /> "Ma'am, does your husband ever beat you up?"    <br />   <br /> "Yes," she responded, "about twice a week he gets up earlier than I do."    <br />   <br /> Finally, in frustration, the judge asked, "Lady, why do you want a divorce?"    <br />   <br /> "Oh, I don't want a divorce," she replied. "I've never wanted a divorce. My husband does. He said he can't communicate with me." </h5> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-11-23T04:11:13-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Say What? Part II]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/say_what_part_ii.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <blockquote> Two buddies, Bob and Earl, were among the biggest baseball fans in America. Their entire adult lives, Bob and Earl discussed baseball history in the winter, and they pored over every box score during the season. They went to sixty games a year. They even agreed that whoever died first would try to come back and tell the other if there was baseball in heaven.      <br />     <br /> One summer night, Bob passed away in his sleep after watching the Yankee victory earlier in the evening. He died happy.      <br />     <br /> A few nights later, his buddy Earl awoke to the sound of Bob's voice from beyond.      <br />     <br /> "Bob is that you?" Earl asked.      <br />     <br /> "Of course it's me," Bob replied.      <br />     <br /> "This is unbelievable!" Earl exclaimed. "So tell me, is there baseball in heaven?"      <br />     <br /> "Well I have some good news and some bad news for you. Which do you want to hear first?"      <br />     <br /> "Tell me the good news first."      <br />     <br /> "Well, the good news is that yes, there is baseball in heaven, Earl."      <br />     <br /> "Oh, that is wonderful! So what could possibly be the bad news?"      <br />     <br /> "You're pitching tomorrow night."    </blockquote> <!-- Credit Source -->  </h5>  <h6 class="credit" align="center">   <br /> </h6> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[ baby gifts]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-12-03T06:12:32-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[A Gift for Baby is Always Money Well Spent]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sometimes when you want something extra special for the expectant mom in your life it means shopping at an extra special place. The Nest Baby Shop is that specialty store dedicated to providing the most original, thoughtful baby gifts and trinkets one could hope to find. One can <b><a href="http://www.babynest.com/" target="_blank">buy baby gifts</a> </b><span style="">that are not only of high quality but personalized with names or initials as well. Not to be left out, those planning a baby shower will also be in good hands as The Nest Baby Shop is the best place to find invitations, party favors, baby related party games and other unique and unforgettable items.</span> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-12-14T10:12:22-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Read it beofre you send it out]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <ol>     <li> It was incorrectly reported last Friday that today is T-shirt Appreciation Day. In fact, it is actually Teacher Appreciation Day.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> There was a mistake in an item sent in two weeks ago which stated that Ed Burnham entertained a party at crap shooting. It should have been trap shooting.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> There are two important corrections to the information in the update on our Deep Relaxation professional development program. First, the program will include meditation, not medication. Second, it is experiential, not experimental.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> In the City Beat section of Friday's paper, firefighter Dwight Brady was mis-identified. His nickname in the department is "Dewey." Another firefighter is nicknamed "Weirdo." We apologize for our mistake.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Our newspaper carried the notice last week that Mr. Oscar Hoffnagle is a defective on the police force. This was a typographical error. Mr. Hoffnagle is, of course, a detective on the police farce.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> In a recent edition, we referred to the chairman of Chrysler Corporation as Lee Iacoocoo. His real name is Lee Iacacca. The Gazette regrets the error.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> Apology: I originally wrote, "Woodrow Wilson's wife grazed sheep on front lawn of the White House." I'm sorry that typesetting inadvertently left out the word "sheep."        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> In one edition of today's Food Section, an inaccurate number of jalapeno peppers was given for Jeanette Crowley's Southwestern chicken salad recipe. The recipe should call for two, not 21, jalapeno peppers.        <br />       <br />     </li>     <li> The marriage of Miss Freda vanAmburg and Willie Branton, which was announced in this paper a few weeks ago, was a mistake which we wish to correct.      </li>   </ol> </h5> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-12-14T10:12:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Joy of Chilluns]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/the_joy_of_chilluns.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> Trying to dress an active little one is like trying to thread a sewing machine while it's running. <br /> <br /> There are only two things a child will share willingly: communicable diseases and their mother's age. <br /> <br /> Cleaning your house while your kids are at home is like trying to shovel the driveway during a snowstorm. <br /> <br /> Kids really brighten a household; they never turn off any lights. <br /> <br /> An alarm clock is a device for waking people up who don't have small kids. <br /> <br /> Shouting to make your kids obey is like using the horn to steer your car, and you get about the same results! <br /> <br /> Any child can tell you that the sole purpose of a middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble.</font></b></b> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[beep beep]]></category>
  <category><![CDATA[wolo]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-12-14T11:12:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Wolo Horns- So Low the Prices]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/wolo_horns_so_low_the_prices.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal">There’s the oil changes, headlights, car washes and tires- but you probably never think about your car’s horn until you absolutely need to. It’s actually one of the most important safety devices on your car and you definitely never want to be without one. Even if you never thought about it, do your self a favor and head on over to check out BuyAutoTruckAccessories.com. You can find yourself a <b><a href="http://www.buyautotruckaccessories.com/search/search.asp?keywords=wolo" target="_blank">wolo horn</a> </b><span style="">at </span>a price that will really make you want to sound <i>your</i> horn. Even if you don’t need one right away, there is an amazing variety of unique models that can make your car, truck or boat stand way out from the rest. It’s the perfect Christmas gift for that person who seems to have everything. I mean really- do they have a horn that plays La Cucaracha? </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-12-19T09:12:53-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Where Confession Really Pays Off]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/where_confession_really_pays_off.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> Tommy went to confession on Friday and said, "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." <br /> <br /> "What are your sins, my son?" <br /> <br /> "I kissed a girl after school yesterday." <br /> <br /> "Who was it, Tommy?" <br /> <br /> "I cannot tell you Father, I would feel bad." <br /> <br /> "Was it Mary Donovan?" he asked. <br /> <br /> "No Father, please forgive me, but I cannot tell you who it was." <br /> <br /> "Was it Catherine McKenzie?" <br /> <br /> "No Father," he replied. <br /> <br /> "Well then it has to be Sarah Martha O'Keefe?" <br /> <br /> "No Father, please forgive me, I cannot tell you who it was." <br /> <br /> "Okay, Tommy, I want you to say five Hail Mary's and four Our Fathers for your sin." <br /> <br /> So Tommy walked out to the pews where his friend Joseph was waiting. <br /> <br /> "What did 'ya get?" asked Joseph. <br /> <br /> "I got five Hail Marys, four Our Fathers, and three good leads." <br /></font></b></b> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-12-19T09:12:59-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[It Would Only Be Logical.....]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/it_would_only_be_logical.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> My son Zachary, 4, came screaming out of the bathroom to tell me he'd dropped his toothbrush in the toilet. So I fished it out and threw it in the garbage. <br /> <br /> Zachary stood there thinking for a moment, then ran to my bathroom and came out with my toothbrush. <br /> <br /> He held it up and said with a charming little smile, "We better throw this one out too then, 'cause it fell in the toilet a few days ago." </font></b></b> </p>
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  <category><![CDATA[capella]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-12-19T10:12:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Get Your Masters In Counseling- Online!]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/get_your_masters_in_counseling_online.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">This blog post is based on information provided by Blogitive. For more information, please visit Blogitive.com. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">   <br /></span> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">If you’ve ever considered getting your<b> <a href="http://www.capella.edu/schools_programs/human_services/masters/counseling_studies.aspx" target="_blank">masters in counseling</a> </b>but aren’t sure just where you’d find the time, look no further than </span>Capella University (www.capella.edu). Capella University is already widely known as one of the most reputable online learning resources available; however, now Capella offers even more. They are the first and only online learning resource accredited by <span class="caps">CACREP</span>, the Council for Accreditation of Counseling and Related Educational Programs. To get more information one can listen to Capella’s Inside Online Education podcast feature that presents a number of interviews with students, staff members and other guest speakers. Each podcast is approximately fifteen minutes long and is also available on iTunes.  </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-12-19T10:12:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[A Matter of Opinion]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">My cousin worked on the </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Alaska</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> pipeline as a welder. He said helicopters were a big help in covering the rugged ground.   <br />   <br /> I've never forgotten a story he told about being in the communications room of one of the base camps when a call came in. A panicked voice called to request another helicopter be sent up to the forward work camp.   <br />   <br /> A supervisor happened to drop in and heard the conversation between the dispatcher and the mechanic. He got on the radio to ask the mechanic on the other end why they need another helicopter.   <br />   <br /> The obviously harried mechanic paused before transmitting his reply, then said vaguely, "Well, the one we have won't fly."   <br />   <br /> The frustrated supervisor pressed the question, "Why won't it fly."   <br />   <br /> After a long pause came another reluctant response, "Well, I say it won't fly because it's upside down. The pilot says it won't fly because it's under twenty feet of water."</span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-12-19T10:12:17-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Either Way It Works Out]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/either_way_it_works_out.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">   <br /> Bernie and Esther were not the most religious couple and in fact they really only went to church once a year. As they were leaving the church, the minister said, "Bernie, it sure would be nice to see you and Esther here more than once a year!"   <br />   <br /> "I know," replied Bernie, "but at least we keep the Ten Commandments."   <br />   <br /> "That's great," the minister said. "I'm glad to hear that you keep the Commandments."   <br />   <br /> "Yep," Bernie said proudly, "Esther keeps six of them and I keep the other four."</span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <dc:date>2007-12-19T10:12:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Capella Universtiy-Open...  the Door for Working Adults]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/capella_universtiyopen_the_door_for_working_adults.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">This blog post is based on information provided by Blogitive. For more information, please visit Blogitive.com.<b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">If you’re looking for an all out acclaimed, accredited and reputable online learning venue, then check out <b><a href="http://colleges.usnews.rankingsandreviews.com/usnews/edu/college/directory/brief/drglance_32673_brief.php" target="_blank">capella university</a></b><span style="">. Since 1993, people have been earning Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees in everything from </span>technology to psychology. As thousands of students from nearly 60 countries have found, there are over 100 graduate and undergraduate programs available to further ones education and career with. It is the perfect option for the working adult that is looking to give themselves a stronger foundation to stand on. Capella is accredited by The Higher Learning Commission and is in association with the North Central Association of Colleges.  </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-12-19T10:12:46-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Illiterate Immigrant...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left"> Mr. Greenberg was an illiterate immigrant, but he worked hard, saved his pennies, and started a small business. &nbsp;It did well, and soon he had enough money to send for the wife and children.    <br />   <br /> The work kept him very busy, so he never had time to learn to write, but the bank was happy to do business with him, even though his signature consisted of two O's.    <br />   <br /> He prospered, he opened more stores, the kids were transferred to private schools, the family moved into a fancy house (with one staircase going nowhere just for show), . &nbsp;. &nbsp;. &nbsp;you get the idea.    <br />   <br /> One day his banker, Mr. &nbsp;Smith, asked him to drop by.    <br />   <br /> "So vat's the problem?" Greenberg asked, a bit anxiously.    <br />   <br /> Smith waved a bunch of checks at him. &nbsp;"Perhaps nothing," he said, "but I wanted to be on the safe side. &nbsp;These recent checks of yours are all signed with 3 O's, but your signature of record has just 2."    <br />   <br /> Greenberg looked embarrassed. &nbsp;"I'm sorry about making trouble," he said, "but my 'vife said that since I'm now such a high-class rich guy, I should have a middle name!" </h5> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-12-19T10:12:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Scottish Couple]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/the_scottish_couple.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%;" align="left">   <br /> <!-- Start of Text ##### --> A young Scottish lad and lass were sitting on a low stone wall, holding hands, gazing out over the loch. For several minutes they sat silently, then finally the girl looked at the boy and said, "A penny for your thoughts, Angus."    <br />   <br /> "Well, uh, I was thinkin'...perhaps it's aboot time for a wee kiss."    <br />   <br /> The girl blushed, then leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Then he blushed. The two turned once again to gaze out over the loch.    <br />   <br /> Minutes passed, then the girl spoke again. "Another penny for your thoughts, Angus."    <br />   <br /> "Well, uh I was thinkin'...perhaps its noo aboot time for a wee cuddle."    <br />   <br /> The girl blushed, then leaned over and cuddled him for a few seconds. Then he blushed. Then the two turned once again to gaze out over the loch.    <br />   <br /> After a while, she again said, "Another penny for your thoughts, Angus."    <br />   <br /> "Well, uh I was thinkin'...perhaps its aboot time you let me pewt ma hand on yer leg."    <br />   <br /> The girl blushed, then took his hand and put it on her knee. Then he blushed. Then the two turned once again to gaze out over the loch before the girl spoke again.    <br />   <br /> "Another penny for your thoughts, Angus."    <br />   <br /> The young man glanced down with a furled brow. "Well, noo," he said, "my thoughts are a wee bit more serious this time."    <br />   <br /> "Really?" said the girl in a whisper, filled with anticipation.    <br />   <br /> "Aye," said the lad, nodding.    <br />   <br /> The girl looked away in shyness, began to blush, and bit her lip in anticipation of the ultimate request.    <br />   <br /> And he said, "Dae ye nae think it's aboot time ye paid me the first three pennies?" </h5> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[monex]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-12-26T08:12:05-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Monex Makes It Easy]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/monex_makes_it_easy.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">With the way the economy is going lately, the idea of investing in <b><a href="http://monex.com/prods/gold.html" target="_blank">gold bullion</a></b> is coming off as a stellar option, even for the individual who does not typically find themselves investing at all. Those looking for a resource to show them the ropes and offer first rate assistance should consider Monex Deposit Company. Monex offers 30 years worth of market experience and has a dedicated staff that can help new clients learn everything they need to know about investing in gold. They not only can tell the history of precious metals, they are a visible presence in the market helping investors keep an eye on prices and getting their customers the best deals possible. <span style="">&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;</span></span> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-12-26T08:12:59-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[In a manner of speaking....]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/in_a_manner_of_speaking.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> The applicant for life insurance was finding it difficult to fill out the application. The salesman asked what the trouble was, and the man said that he couldn't answer the question about the cause of death of his father. <br /> <br /> The salesman wanted to know why. After some embarrassment the client explained that his father had been hanged. <br /> <br /> The salesman pondered for a moment. "Just write: 'Father was taking part in a public function when the platform gave way'." </font></b></b> </p>
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  <dc:date>2007-12-26T09:12:23-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Health, Wellness and Canine Spirituality]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> An effusive client brought a litter of golden-retriever puppies to my veterinary clinic for inoculations and worming. She loved them so much, she couldn't keep from remarking about their cute habits. <br /> <br /> As the look-alike pups squirmed over and under one another in their box, I realized it would be difficult to tell the treated ones from the rest. I turned on the water faucet, wet my fingers, and moistened each dog's head when I had finished. <br /> <br /> After the fourth puppy, I noticed my hitherto talkative client had grown silent. As I sprinkled the last pup's head, the woman leaned forward and whispered, "I never realized they had to be baptized." </font></b></b> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-12-28T12:12:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Don't Blow Your Cool! Radiator.com is Here to Help!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">You looked high, you’ve looked low. Where exactly does one look for and find that<b> <a href="http://www.radiator.com/acura-integra-radiator.html" target="_blank">Integra Radiator</a></b>? If its cooling components you need, it’s Radiator.com you want. They catalog not only parts and pieces of the parts you need, they ship straight out to you from the closest possible warehouse. Your car will be keepin’ it cool in no time! This American run business serves the single customer as well as commercial clients- and both will always receive the best customer care possible. Without the middleman, the great prices on quality parts certainly beats paying for the cheaply made- and easy to break- parts of other providers. </span> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-12-28T12:12:12-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Unanswered prayers OR out of the mouths of babes]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> <br /> The preacher's 5 year-old daughter noticed that her father always paused and bowed his head for a moment before starting his sermon. One day she asked him why. <br /> <br /> "Well, Honey," he began, proud that his daughter was so observant of his messages, "I'm asking the Lord to help me preach a good sermon." <br /> <br /> "How come He doesn't do it?" she asked.</font></b></b> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-12-28T12:12:26-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Let Johnny Graduate??]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> It's graduation day at the elementary school in Los Angeles, and everybody's waiting to get their diplomas. Everybody but Little Johnny. At the assembly, the entire senior class stands up and shouts "Let Johnny graduate; let Johnny graduate!" <br /> <br /> The principal agrees to give Johnny one last chance. "If I have five apples in my right hand and five in my left hand, Johnny, how many apples do I have?" he asked. <br /> <br /> Johnny thought long and hard and then said "Ten." <br /> <br /> After hearing the answer the entire senior class stood up and shouted, "Give Johnny another chance; give Johnny another chance!"</font></b></b> </p>
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  <dc:date>2007-12-29T05:12:38-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Credit Cards for the Rest of Us]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">As those who have tried to shop online, rent a car or book a hotel room have found, there's just no getting away without a credit card these days. This can be a big worry for those cardless individuals who have no credit, low credit or just plain bad credit. The good news is </span>CreditCardSearchEngine.com is not only a site to compare credit card rates and benefits, it has<span style=""> <b><a href="http://www.creditcardsearchengine.com/" target="_blank">Credit Card Applications</a> </b>for every major credit card. This includes Visa, </span>Mastercard, Disover and many others. There are also companies that help an individual build their credit score with low limit credit cards for those with no, low or bad credit. This allows those individuals needing their break to find exactly what they need. </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-12-29T05:12:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Stupid dog]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> <br /> A large dog walks into a butcher's shop with a purse in its mouth. He puts the purse down and sits in front of the meat case. "What is it, boy?" the butcher asks, joking around with his customers. "Want to buy some meat?" <br /> <br /> "Woof!" barks the dog. <br /> <br /> "Hmm," says the butcher. "What kind? Liver, bacon, steak--" <br /> <br /> "Woof!" interrupts the dog. <br /> <br /> "And how much steak? Half a kilo, one kilo--" <br /> <br /> "Woof!" says the dog. The amazed butcher wraps up the meat and finds the money in the dog's purse. <br /> <br /> As the dog leaves, the butcher decides to follow. The dog enters an apartment house, climbs to the third floor, and begins to scratch on the door. With that, the door swings open and an angry man starts shouting at the dog. <br /> <br /> "Stop!" yells the butcher. "What are you doing? That's the most clever animal I've ever seen!" <br /> <br /> "Clever?" counters the man. "This is the third time this week he's forgotten his keys!" </font></b></b> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/the_spirit_of_giving.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-12-29T05:12:18-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Spirit of Giving]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><b><font class="text" face="Arial, Helvetica" size="2"> A minister of a city church enjoyed a few drinks, but his passion was for peach brandy. One of his congregants would make him a bottle each Christmas. One year, when the minister went to visit his friend, hoping for his usual Christmas present, he was not disappointed. However, his friend told him that he had to thank him for the peach brandy from the pulpit the next Sunday. <br /> <br /> In his haste to get the bottle, the minister hurriedly agreed and left. <br /> <br /> The next Sunday the minister suddenly remembered that he had to make a public announcement that he was being supplied alcohol from a member of the church. That morning, his friend sat in the church with a grin on his face, waiting to see the minister's embarrassment. <br /> <br /> The minister stepped into the pulpit and said, "Before we begin, I have an announcement. I would very much like to thank my friend, Joe, for his kind gift of peaches... and for the 'spirit' in which they were given!" </font></b></b> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-12-29T09:12:10-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Success Comes with Good Wedding Planning]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Contrary to popular notion, there are some women who are just totally in the dark about</span><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> </span><a href="http://www.weddingchannel.com/" target="_blank">Wedding Planning</a></b><span style="">. Luckily, </span>WeddingChannel.com is here to save the day with the most extensive resource for wedding advice, gear, accessories, fashion and anything else that goes into making this special occasion the most memorable ever. The magic is in the fact that one can find all they need in one spot- yet find many services available locally. The best planned wedding is the wedding that causes the least amount of stress. What could be better than finding almost everything you need within a click or two of a mouse? <span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"></span> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-12-29T09:12:00-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Because (some) men are like that....]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">The room was full of pregnant women and their partners. The Lamaze class was in full swing. The instructor was teaching the women how to breathe properly, and informing the men how to give the necessary assurances at this stage of the plan.   <br />   <br /> "Ladies, exercise is good for you," announced the teacher. Walking is especially beneficial. And, gentlemen, it wouldn't hurt you to take the time to go walking with your partner!"   <br />   <br /> The room was very quiet. Finally, a man in the middle of the group raised his hand.   <br />   <br /> "Yes?" asked the instructor.   <br />   <br /> "Is it alright if she carries a golf bag while we walk?"</span></b> </p> </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://anglund.mindsay.com/married_for_the_night.mws</guid>
  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-12-29T09:12:41-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Married for the Night….]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">A priest and a nun were lost in a snowstorm. After a while, they came upon a small cabin. Being exhausted, they prepared to go to sleep. There was a large stack of blankets and a sleeping bag on the floor in the corner of the room, but only one bed.   <br />   <br /> Being a gentleman, the priest said, "Sister, you sleep on the bed. I'll sleep on the floor in the sleeping bag." Just as he got zipped up in the bag and was beginning to fall asleep, the nun said "Father, I'm cold." He unzipped the sleeping bag, got up, got a blanket and put it on her.   <br />   <br /> Once again, he got into the sleeping bag, zipped it up and started to drift off to sleep when the nun once again said, "Father, I'm still very cold." He unzipped the bag, got up again, put another blanket on her and got into the sleeping bag once again.   <br />   <br /> Just as his eyes closed, she said, "Father, I'm sooooo cold." This time, he remained in the sleeping bag and said, "Sister, I have an idea. We're out here in the wilderness where no one will ever know what happened. Let's pretend we're married." The nun said, "That's fine by me." To which the priest yelled out,   <br /></span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">   <br /></span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">"Get up and get your own damn blanket!"</span></b> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[parenthood]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-12-30T10:12:58-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[No More Parents Left in the Dark]]></title>
  <link>http://anglund.mindsay.com/no_more_parents_left_in_the_dark.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Being a new parent can be a challenge and anything that makes it easier should be given its full kudos. Lilaguide.com offers the best in <b><a href="http://www.lilaguide.com/" target="_blank">parenting resources</a> </b>that help new parents and parents to be find just about everything and anything they might need, from finding a good stroller to locating maternity clothes. No longer does anyone have to be in the dark about any type of baby related information with this extensive 24 hour a day information resource. The best part is the ratings on each service by real live actual parents. This allows one to get a realistic point of view on everything from pediatricians to postpartum help to baby and me classes.<span style="">&nbsp; </span></span> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
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  <dc:date>2007-12-30T10:12:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Now THAT's Respect, I tell Ya]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Two fellas are fishing in a boat under a bridge. One looks up and sees a funeral procession starting across the bridge. He stands up, takes off his cap, and bows his head. The procession crosses the bridge and the man puts on his cap, picks up his rod and reel, and continues fishing.   <br />   <br /> The other guy says, "That was touching. I didn't know you had it in you."   <br />   <br /> The first guy responds, "Well, I felt it was the right thing to do&nbsp;.&nbsp;.&nbsp;. after all, I was married to her for 40 years."</span></b> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b> </p> </p>
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  <author>anglund</author>
  <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
  <dc:date>2007-12-30T10:12:40-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Ye Asketh, Ye Receiveth]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I've always ordered beverages one simple way, e.g. "A Coke, please."   <br />   <br /> Lately, though, this hasn't seemed to work. Waitresses now often respond, "I'm sorry, we don't have Coke. We have Pepsi, Diet Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, 7-Up, Mr. Pibb, Fanta, Yahoo and Red Bull."   <br />   <br /> Tired of listening to the long list of soft drinks, I thought I'd make life easier. So one day I simply asked the snack bar lad at a movie theatre for a "dark, cold, carbonated beverage."   <br />   <br /> The young man behind the counter chuckled and asked, "Yes sir, and would you like a long, thin, cylindrical plastic sucking device with that?"</span></b> </p> </p>
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