<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465</id><updated>2010-03-10T17:04:45.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann Tucker Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeds2.feedburner.com/AnnTuckerBlog'/><author><name>Shaggy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052145861114956227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>329</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-6518827027285313681</id><published>2010-03-09T12:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:46:40.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/duckinyard-759378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 173px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/duckinyard-759362.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well yesterday the lady next door called and said I had a duck in my driveway.  I said "what kind of a duck?"  She said a live, full grown duck and it was drinking rainwater out of puddles on the driveway.  I grabbed my camera and headed out the back door and had to shoot through the chain link gate.  I tried to move closer but it decided to leave at that point.   The other day I had a raccoon in the back yard.  Do I have a sign on my house that says ZOO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bummer,  my physical therapist says the results from the second MRI didn't show any pinched nerves either.  Now what?  Guess I will go ahead and see the neurologist in April.  I am taking my daughter with me.  She is one of those people who demands an answer of some sort!  And she is getting really tired of me not being able to go and do things with her and the kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Duh, I won something!!!!  At my favorite hometown grocery, every 21st person checking out got to draw a ticket from the box and I got a gallon of Borden milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did I tell you that when I fell I broke my eye glasses in half and then one of the lens fell out.  Well I waited till my face went down and I looked a little better and I went back to my optometrist and asked for some rubber frames.  Guess what!  My lens and frames were still under warranty.  Usually they check on things like that and my warranty usually had run out 3 days before the accident.  What good luck.  I got them back today at NO CHARGE.  Speaking of the fall, I went to the dentist yesterday and they did some more work with the laser and on my lip also.  The dentist said I had an infection in there so he put me on some antibiotics to help clear it up.  I was wandering why my lip was so sore and still hurt when all my other 'owies' have healed up.  I still had this little knot on the inside and they had worked on it the last dental day and it helped but they had more to do.  Wonder why a doctor doesn't do something like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/farrah-fawcett-poster-777944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 175px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/farrah-fawcett-poster-777942.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to say I am ashamed of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences who intentionally did not mention Farrah Fawcett at the Oscars memorial section the other night.  They mentioned Michael Jackson, who was only a singer and not Farrah who had 19 movies and was a member of the Academy for 40 years.  The picture here is my son and his Farrah poster when he was about 12.  He got all kinds of requests for this photo after she died and it was even in a magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-6518827027285313681?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/6518827027285313681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=6518827027285313681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6518827027285313681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6518827027285313681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/03/tuesday-tidbits.html' title='Tuesday Tidbits'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-5737528736473067989</id><published>2010-03-07T11:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:13:08.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A woman's week at the gym!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine. (author unknown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Diary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For my birthday this year, my husband  purchased a week of personal training at the local health club.  Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.  I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MONDAY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god-- with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile.  Woo Hoo!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines.. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TUESDAY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door...  Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it!  My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile.  His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!  It's a whole new life for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;_______________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WEDNESDAY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it.  I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals..  Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members..  His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster.  Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators?  Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life.  He said some other crap too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;_______________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THURSDAY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Butthole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl.  I couldn't help being a half an hour late-- it took me that long to tie my shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom.  He sent some skinny witch to find me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine-- which I sank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;_________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FRIDAY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate that demon Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic, little aerobic instructor.  If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Christo wanted me to work on my triceps.  I don't have any triceps!  And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the darn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher.  Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;__ ______________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SATURDAY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today.  Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SUNDAY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over.  I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun-- like a root canal or a hysterectomy.  I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy this and send to a friend who needs to laugh.  We all need a good laugh   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-5737528736473067989?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/5737528736473067989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=5737528736473067989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/5737528736473067989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/5737528736473067989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/03/womans-week-at-gym.html' title='A woman&apos;s week at the gym!'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-4366107933270781840</id><published>2010-03-05T17:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:11:54.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dooce.com blog author joins HGTV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/Heather-Armstrong-719047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/Heather-Armstrong-719043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heather B. Armstrong of dooce.com is widely acknowledged to be the most popular “mommyblogger” in the world. She has more than 1.6 million followers on Twitter, and was recently named by Forbes Magazine as one of the 30 most influential women in media, along with Diane Sawyer, Kelly Ripa and Oprah Winfrey. She has been profiled in the Wall Street Journal and the New York Times, and she’s appeared as a guest on Oprah, The Bonnie Hunt Show and CNN. Armstrong is the author of the 2009 New York Times bestselling book, It Sucked and Then I Cried: How I Had a Baby, a Breakdown, and a Much Needed Margarita. Armstrong lives in Salt Lake City with her husband, Jon Armstrong, their two young daughters, and two dogs, Chuck and Coco.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Check out her current &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://blog.hgtv.com/design/2010/03/04/diamond-in-the-rough/"&gt;post on HGTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-4366107933270781840?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/4366107933270781840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=4366107933270781840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/4366107933270781840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/4366107933270781840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/03/doocecom-blog-author-joins-hgtv.html' title='Dooce.com blog author joins HGTV'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-3310024362918200802</id><published>2010-03-02T18:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:20:42.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuggies For Seniors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://adamandkristinapulsipher.blogspot.com/2010/03/snuggies-for-seniors.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 96px; height: 127px;" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n120/dragonfly101201/Snuggies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While it may sound silly up front, it really is a serious effort. If anyone would like to contribute, click on the button above to help with the cause. Or please donate some Snuggies to needy nursing homes in your area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-3310024362918200802?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/3310024362918200802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=3310024362918200802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/3310024362918200802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/3310024362918200802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/03/snuggies-for-seniors_02.html' title='Snuggies For Seniors'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-5949023599853314647</id><published>2010-02-25T20:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:10:19.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday I went to the dentist (previous planned appointment) and was greeted by his staff with looks of deepest sympathy as well as the dentist himself.  Now I must tell you this was the very first time I have had laser cleaning.  They deaden one quarter of your mouth then proceed to get rid of everything bad in your mouth.  I have always had a problem with tartar.  While she was in there she went ahead and lasered my wounded inside lower lip which she said was in need of help.  Remember that was where my teeth went when I fell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Tuesday was the day for the MRI to see if I have a pinched nerve that is causing my right foot to disappear.  I took a walker since I had a long way to walk from where I had to park and way down the hall from check in, to where they have the MRI machine.  I knew I would never make it with my bad back and my fear of falling again.  Even though I feel like an old, old lady with the walker, it sure helped me get where I was going.  I loved the lady who wanted to help me open the office door while trying to maneuver the walker through.  When I said  thanks but I can manage she said she guessed I was used to doing that.  I wanted to scream, no I am not used to doing this,  I am just tired of smashing my face into the cement!  Thank goodness my appointment was at the end of the day and there weren't many people around that area of the hospital.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The following day was PT day.  They are really nice people.  Two lady therapists own the place so that was interesting.  She really said until they find out why I fall, about all they can do is help me strengthen my foot and right leg.  I hate it when they do lots of things on their table then tell me to do similar at home.  I have no bed hard enough for that and if I get on the floor, it takes me half an hour to get up again.  That leaves the couch which I have to share with the cats bed and doesn't give me room to stretch out.  Thank goodness several of the exercises can be done in a chair which is my forte anyway.  I will go back tomorrow before my doctors appointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Today was hair cut day.  The place I was going last Thursday when I fell.  My beautician told me she bent down in church to get something off the floor and hit her nose on the pew but she didn't look anything like I did.  Last week must have been the week of the 'shiner'.   Most of the scabs have fallen off or I have knocked them off scratching.  A bottle of vitamin E liquid can do wonders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-5949023599853314647?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/5949023599853314647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=5949023599853314647' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/5949023599853314647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/5949023599853314647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/02/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-283284562353864730</id><published>2010-02-20T20:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:34:15.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A nose dive........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OK, here's my latest trick.   Thursday I was leaving the house to go get a haircut when I fell down my two stairs from porch to carport.  I fell face first right into the cement driveway.  As I laid there with my nose bleeding a river, I at least realized my teeth were still intact.  My glasses were broken in half and had pretty much stabbed me on each side of my nose.  I could see my cell phone, got hold of it, called my son to come quick and rescue me.  He only lives about 6 blocks away so he got here quick.  He got me upright, grabbed a towel for my bleeding nose and helped me into the house.  I am glad he is a graphic artist instead of a doctor as he did mention that it was too bad I didn't get my glasses at WalMart since they only cost $38 there.  I did manage a snicker even though I felt more like crying.  I also realized I had put most of my teeth into my bottom lip, scrapped the skin off my face under my nose and that I had a grapefruit size bump on my right hip.  I must have hit that on the step. Meanwhile my son was on the phone to one of his tennis buddies, a general surgeon, to see what were the signs of a broken nose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Needless to say Friday morning I was a really scary sight!  I looked like a MAC truck had hit me, and a little like a Pug I had once.  I have red and blue half moon circles under each eye, a cut across the bridge of my nose, a red bruise on my forehead, the scrape under my nose and the largest bottom lip I have ever seen.  I got into my doctor and he informed me I had not broken my nose but I sure have bruised it.  I loved the fact that he warned me I could look forward to, due to my age and my looser skin, all that bruising running on down my face to my chin.  I did experiment a little with powder on my face to cover some of my bruises.  It helped a little but I don't think I have enough makeup to cover all this.  I fell because I sometimes feel my right foot is just not there and it puts me off balance and you might know I ALWAYS fall flat on my face.  My doctor sent me over to some PT folks who are going to teach me better balance and how not to fall or maybe catch myself.  (guess I am not the only person who falls)  Then I have to go get an MRI and see if there is a nerve being pinched that makes my foot go away.  That is the weirdest feeling!!!..especially when I know what is coming next - BLAM.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Funny but I am wearing my old glasses and can see better than with the broken ones.  Maybe I jolted my sight when my head hit the pavement.  I am definitely going to look for rubber frames.  I cannot believe how much my nose hurts if I happen to touch it. So to finish off my story I certainly advise you to carry your cell phone with you everywhere you go, in case you need to call for help.  Hey, that's what I can invent, a wrist bag for my cell phone.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-283284562353864730?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/283284562353864730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=283284562353864730' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/283284562353864730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/283284562353864730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/02/nose-dive.html' title='A nose dive........'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-745392789256663724</id><published>2010-02-19T17:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:54:46.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops! Did I Tell Everyone That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/thief-750221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 177px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/thief-750220.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Posting information to social networking sites about when you're not at home has some risks.  Have you even thought about what you are doing when listing so much personal information on Facebook and Twitter?  As I was reading about this I also thought about bloggers who are telling everyone when they are going on vacation or to meetings.  Have you thought about who is also reading your blog besides your friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In one 10-minute period, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.pleaserobme.com/"&gt;Please Rob Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; presented 289 "new opportunities" as the site listed people who had checked into places such as work, the airport and the supermarket and posted their location on Twitter or Facebook. They said their site was started for fun and to let people know how dangerous it can be to tell the world your every move.  I know we get a little free with the information we pass on to others but maybe we should be a little more careful in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-745392789256663724?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/745392789256663724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=745392789256663724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/745392789256663724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/745392789256663724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/02/ill-list-my-every-move.html' title='Oops! Did I Tell Everyone That?'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-8858212255140354751</id><published>2010-02-18T19:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:29:39.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/skatekey-731196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/skatekey-731194.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Know what this is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-8858212255140354751?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/8858212255140354751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=8858212255140354751' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/8858212255140354751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/8858212255140354751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/02/take-guess.html' title='Take a Guess'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-7275018840419268350</id><published>2010-02-16T19:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:19:28.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Granny Wears Boots?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/sweaterboot-759329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/sweaterboot-759328.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can you believe that a 16 year old granddaughter would want to wear her grandmothers sweater boots?  I know they think I belong in the dark ages, but yesterday one of my g-daughters said "Let me wear your shoes."  Then even this morning I get another plea.  Ok, so I let her wear my sweater boots to school.  Guess I am not an old "fuddy-duddy" after all. She said when her friends said they thought they were so neat and she told them they were mine, they said no way. Alas, I had to order two more pairs for the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Reminds me of the day they saw me in my Toyota RAV4 for the first time.  "Granny you are too old to be driving that car." was what I heard.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-7275018840419268350?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/7275018840419268350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=7275018840419268350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/7275018840419268350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/7275018840419268350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/02/grannys-shoes.html' title='Your Granny Wears Boots?'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-5169390205440022216</id><published>2010-02-12T20:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:29:02.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/happyvday-796520.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 97px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/happyvday-796515.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Valentine’s Day is a holiday that has existed since Roman Times and was “Christianized” by the early church.  The holiday is named after one or more early Christian martyrs named Valentine and was established by Pope Gelasius I in 496 AD. It is traditionally a day on which lovers express their love for each other by presenting flowers, offering confectionery, and sending greeting cards (known as "valentines"). The holiday first became associated with romantic love in the circle of Geoffrey Chaucer in the High Middle Ages, when the tradition of courtly love flourished.  Before the big card and flower companies came on the scene, people were giving their sweethearts tokens of their affection on February 14th.  The first mass-produced cards weren’t the product of a big company, but of a Massachusetts’s woman, Esther Howland, who liked a handmade English Valentine card she received so much that she began manufacturing them (that was in 1847).  The U.S. Greeting Card Association estimates that approximately one billion valentines are sent each year worldwide, making the day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year, behind Christmas. The association estimates that, in the US, men spend on average twice as much money as women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-5169390205440022216?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/5169390205440022216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=5169390205440022216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/5169390205440022216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/5169390205440022216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/02/valentines-day-is-holiday-that-has.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-6321535341592767924</id><published>2010-02-11T20:27:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:39:00.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Illegal Cows?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/cow-719308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/cow-719307.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that during the mad cow epidemic our government could track a single cow, born in Canada almost three years ago, right to the stall where she slept in the state of Washington?  And, they tracked her calves to their stalls.  But they are unable to locate 11 million illegal aliens wandering around our country.  Maybe they should give each of them a cow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-6321535341592767924?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/6321535341592767924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=6321535341592767924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6321535341592767924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6321535341592767924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/02/cows.html' title='Illegal Cows?'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-1442926561816634275</id><published>2010-02-09T19:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:30:40.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for Something?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I happened to stumble on some new search engines. Perhaps you haven't heard of a couple of them.  &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the following partially taken from an article by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry McCracken-          FOXNews.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.bing.com/"&gt;http://www.bing.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The new version is Google's most formidable competitor for general-purpose Web searching, with numerous nice touches -- for instance, you get playable previews of videos right in search results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.kayak.com/"&gt;  http://www.kayak.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; a travel search engine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://vark.com/"&gt;  http://vark.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; a free service (located at Vark.com) whose members serve as a panel of experts on an array of topics. You can ask questions via e-mail or your favorite instant-messaging service; Aardvark relays them to people who it thinks may know about the subject, then collects their answers and delivers them back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.wolfframalpha.com/"&gt;  http://www.wolfframalpha.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; calls itself a "computational knowledge engine," but I think of it as a 21st-century equivalent of a thick, fact-packed paperback almanac. It's a vast repository of knowledge skewing towards the mathematical and scientific that you can explore by entering questions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://search.twitter.com/"&gt;http://search.twitter.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You'll find a Google-like search engine at search.twitter.com that returns 140-character "tweets" from Twitter members, often containing links to articles around the Web.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.siri.com/"&gt;  http://www.siri.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;/ the first iPhone app that's the commercialized result of a multimillion-dollar Defense Department research project. It's a "virtual personal assistant" that uses voice recognition, your GPS location, and links to local information and services to respond to requests you speak into an iPhone 3GS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-1442926561816634275?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/1442926561816634275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=1442926561816634275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/1442926561816634275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/1442926561816634275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/02/searching-for-something.html' title='Searching for Something?'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-4011666238570660991</id><published>2010-02-07T18:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:51:48.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Bin Laden?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;While I have been sitting here twiddling my thumbs (blog wouldn't upload) I certainly wasn't letting the world pass me by. Have you ever wondered why we can't seem to find Osama Bin Laden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/afghanhouse1-701157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 310px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/afghanhouse1-701146.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/afghanhouse3-744847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/afghanhouse3-744838.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/afghanhouse2-772826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 219px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/afghanhouse2-772816.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/afghanhouse4-709689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 199px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/afghanhouse4-709679.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-4011666238570660991?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/4011666238570660991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=4011666238570660991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/4011666238570660991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/4011666238570660991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/02/wheres-bin-laden.html' title='Where&apos;s Bin Laden?'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-8320285905769111876</id><published>2010-02-01T20:13:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T10:04:41.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk and Antique Collectors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/pickers-755844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/pickers-755825.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to recommend a tv series, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Pickers&lt;/span&gt;.'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to all you&lt;br /&gt;people who like to make something useful out of an old item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It follows childhood friends Mike Wolfe and Frank Fritz, antiques collectors&lt;br /&gt;who travel the U.S. looking for rare artifacts and national treasures.&lt;br /&gt;It is on the History Channel, 50,  and is on Monday's at 8 central time.&lt;br /&gt;You can find other times they show episodes if you go online to &lt;a href="http://affiliate.zap2it.com/tvlistings/ZCGrid.do?aid=twop"&gt;Television Without Pity&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They stop at old farms and other places and find the neatest old items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-8320285905769111876?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/8320285905769111876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=8320285905769111876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/8320285905769111876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/8320285905769111876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/02/american-pickers.html' title='Junk and Antique Collectors'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-2797065957317262788</id><published>2010-01-30T19:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T10:06:24.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Cucumber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/cucumber-761935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/cucumber-761934.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This information was in The New York Times several weeks ago as part of their "Spotlight on the Home" series that highlighted creative and fanciful ways to solve common problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;1. Cucumbers contain most of the vitamins you need every day, just one cucumber contains Vitamin B1, Vitamin B2, Vitamin B3, Vitamin B5, Vitamin B6, Folic Acid, Vitamin C, Calcium, Iron, Magnesium, Phosphorus, Potassium and Zinc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;2. Feeling tired in the afternoon, put down the caffeinated soda and pick up a cucumber.  Cucumbers are a good source of B Vitamins and Carbohydrates that can provide that quick pick-me-up that can last for hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;3. Tired of your bathroom mirror fogging up after a shower?  Try rubbing a cucumber slice along the mirror, it will eliminate the fog and provide a soothing, spa-like fragrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;4. Are grubs and slugs ruining your planting beds?  Place a few slices in a small pie tin and your garden will be free of pests all season long.  The chemicals in the cucumber react with the aluminum to give off a scent undetectable to humans but drive garden pests crazy and make them flee the area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;5. Looking for a fast and easy way to remove cellulite before going out or to the pool?  Try rubbing a slice or two of cucumbers along your problem area for a few minutes, the phytochemicals in the cucumber cause the collagen in your skin to tighten, firming up the outer layer and reducing the visibility of cellulite.  Works great on wrinkles too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;6. Want to avoid a hangover or terrible headache?  Eat a few cucumber slices before going to bed and wake up refreshed and headache free. Cucumbers contain enough sugar, B vitamins and electrolytes to replenish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;essential nutrients the body lost, keeping everything in equilibrium, avoiding both a hangover and headache!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;7. Looking to fight off that afternoon or evening snacking binge? Cucumbers have been used for centuries and often used by European trappers, traders and explores for quick meals to thwart off starvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;8. Have an important meeting or job interview and you realize that you don't have enough time to polish your shoes?  Rub a freshly cut cucumber over the shoe, its chemicals will provide a quick and durable shine that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; not only looks great but also repels water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;9. Out of WD 40 and need to fix a squeaky hinge?  Take a cucumber slice and rub it along the problematic hinge, and voila, the squeak is gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;10. Stressed out and don't have time for massage, facial or visit to the spa?  Cut up an entire cucumber and place it in a boiling pot of water, the chemicals and nutrients from the cucumber with react with the boiling water and be released in the steam, creating a soothing, relaxing aroma that has been shown the reduce stress in new mothers and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; college students during final exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;11. Just finish a business lunch and realize you don't have gum or mints?  Take a slice of cucumber and press it to the roof of your mouth with your tongue for 30 seconds to eliminate bad breath, the phytochemcials will kill the bacteria in your mouth responsible for causing bad breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;12. Looking for a 'green' way to clean your faucets, sinks or stainless steel?  Take a slice of cucumber and rub it on the surface you want to clean, not only will it remove years of tarnish and bring back the shine, but is won't leave streaks and won't harm you fingers or fingernails while you clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;13. Using a pen and made a mistake? Take the outside of the cucumber and slowly use it to erase the pen writing, also works great on crayons and markers that the kids have used to decorate the walls!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pass this along to everybody you know who is looking for better and safer ways to solve life's everyday problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-2797065957317262788?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/2797065957317262788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=2797065957317262788' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/2797065957317262788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/2797065957317262788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/01/amazing-cucumber.html' title='The Amazing Cucumber'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-777333700993375208</id><published>2010-01-29T11:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T10:08:07.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You should see our yard, granny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/snowscene-772212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/snowscene-772210.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Note:  My grandson is only 6 years old and has not learned about measurements yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I called his house this morning and he is so excited about the snow.  We are in Oklahoma and we rarely have a good snow. He proceeded to tell me: "You should see the snow in our yard granny.  It's 40 inches (as of 11 am this morning, we have had 8 inches).  We aren't used to this much snow granny (mind you, he lives around the block from me).  It is snowing again.  Our front yard looks like the North Pole.  It is 40 inches!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly amazed at the kids of today and where they get their information.  Of course he has two teenage sisters, can use a computer and he plays with a PSP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-777333700993375208?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/777333700993375208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=777333700993375208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/777333700993375208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/777333700993375208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/01/note-my-grandson-is-only-6-years-old.html' title='You should see our yard, granny!'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-6972645498088526128</id><published>2010-01-26T17:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:16:19.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Like.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;“Life is like a roll of toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;It goes faster when it gets to the end of the roll.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-6972645498088526128?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/6972645498088526128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=6972645498088526128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6972645498088526128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6972645498088526128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/01/life-is-like.html' title='Life is Like.........'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-7423993883792612803</id><published>2010-01-25T17:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:21:38.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/old-farmer-763982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 137px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/old-farmer-763980.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Old Farmer's Advice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;   Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.&lt;br /&gt;Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.&lt;br /&gt;A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.&lt;br /&gt;Words that soak into your ears are whispered...not yelled. &lt;br /&gt;Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive your enemies; it messes up their heads. &lt;br /&gt;Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take a very big person to carry a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot unsay a cruel word.&lt;br /&gt;Every path has a few puddles. &lt;br /&gt;When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty. &lt;br /&gt;The best sermons are lived, not preached.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the stuff people worry about isn't gonna happen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge folks by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.&lt;br /&gt;Live a good, honorable life.. Then when you get older and think back, you'll enjoy it a second time.&lt;br /&gt;Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't bothering you none.&lt;br /&gt;Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a Rain dance. &lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin'.  Always drink upstream from the herd.&lt;br /&gt;Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.&lt;br /&gt;Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back in.&lt;br /&gt;If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around..&lt;br /&gt;Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply.  Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-7423993883792612803?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/7423993883792612803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=7423993883792612803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/7423993883792612803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/7423993883792612803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/01/good-advice.html' title='Good Advice'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-6741832752547154358</id><published>2010-01-22T18:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:59:10.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever tried Vpike?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/camera-733841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 132px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/camera-733840.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is neat and really works.  Just put in the address, including City and State.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vpike.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;http://www.vpike.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Put in any address.  For example, put in the address of where you grew up, and you will be able to see the house you lived in growing up.  There is a little map with a little man on it.  You can move the little man up and down the block if you need to.  I did that and was able to use the up and down arrows to navigate around my old neighborhood and see the houses of my childhood buddies.  I was even able to move the arrows to my old grade school.  It was such a rush to see where I spent the formative years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;There may be some addresses that have not been filmed yet but I found mine. Try it.  This is fun.  Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-6741832752547154358?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/6741832752547154358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=6741832752547154358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6741832752547154358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6741832752547154358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/01/ever-tried-vpike.html' title='Ever tried Vpike?'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-8053127589423906640</id><published>2010-01-21T09:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:03:41.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alert for Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ALERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have to pass this on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; To All,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;National Gang week is starting soon.  This is their new target method:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While driving on any roads, if you see a baby car seat sitting on the side of the road,&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT STOP!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; This could be the Gang's trap.  They target people especially women, to stop their vehicle to help a baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; They make this baby look as if it has blood on itself or on it's clothes.&lt;br /&gt;When you exit from your vehicle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in attempt to help, the gangs jump out from cornfields or tall bushes.&lt;br /&gt;They have beaten woman to near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; death, and then continue to rape them.  Their goal is to torture the victims to death in anyway possible.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you do happen to see a car seat,&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT STOP, CALL POLICE IMMEDIATELY!!!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Please forward this message to everyone you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Officer R. Duplechin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alvin ISD Police&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alvin High School Campus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2790 W. Hwy 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alvin, Tx. 77511&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(281) 331-2320&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(281) 245-2676&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-8053127589423906640?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/8053127589423906640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=8053127589423906640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/8053127589423906640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/8053127589423906640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/01/please-watch-this.html' title='Alert for Women'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-5659355569624576299</id><published>2010-01-17T19:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:09:26.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess the item.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/tvtestpattern-710212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/tvtestpattern-710205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you know what this is?&lt;br /&gt;If you do, you are about my age, if not,&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-5659355569624576299?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/5659355569624576299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=5659355569624576299' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/5659355569624576299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/5659355569624576299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/01/lets-play-whats-your-age.html' title='Guess the item.....'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-2450491551007610147</id><published>2010-01-15T08:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:04:36.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions That Can Haunt You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/penny-722461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 123px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/penny-722459.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Can you cry under water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Why do you have to "put your two cents in"... But it's only a "penny for your thoughts"?  Where's that extra penny going to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Why does a round pizza come in a square box?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-What disease did cured ham actually have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up like every two hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn't he just  buy dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune? Why did you just try singing the two songs above?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call it a hemorrhoid when it's in your butt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-2450491551007610147?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/2450491551007610147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=2450491551007610147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/2450491551007610147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/2450491551007610147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/01/questions-that-can-haunt-you.html' title='Questions That Can Haunt You'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-2932177196221301640</id><published>2010-01-09T20:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:16:09.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Don't Hear Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/FriendsOlder-701362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 189px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/FriendsOlder-701327.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Be sure to refill the ice trays, we're going to have company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Watch for the postman, I want to get this letter to Willie in the mail today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Quit slamming the screen door when you go out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Be sure and pull the windows down when you leave, it looks like a shower is coming up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Don't forget to wind the clock before you go to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Wash your feet before you go to bed, you've been playing outside all day barefooted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Why can't you remember to roll up your britches legs? Getting them caught in the bicycle chain so many times is tearing them up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-You have torn the knees out of that pair of pants so many times there is nothing left to put a patch on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Don't you go outside with your school clothes on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Go comb your hair; it looks like the rats have nested in it all night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Be sure and pour the cream off the top of the milk when you open the new bottle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Take that empty bottle to the store with you so you won't have to pay a deposit on another one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Put a dish towel over the cake so the flies won't get on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Quit jumping on the floor! I have a cake in the oven and you are going to make it fall if you don't quit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Let me know when the Fuller Brush man comes by, I need to get a few things from him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-You boys stay close by, the car may not start and I will need you to help push it off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-There's a dollar in my purse, get 5 gallons of gas when you go to town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Open the back door and see if we can get a breeze through here, it's getting hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-You can walk to the store; it won't hurt you to get some exercise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Don't sit too close to the front at the movies.  It's hard on your eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-If you pull that stunt again, I am going to wear you out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Don't lose that button; I'll sew it back on after awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Wash under your neck before you come to the table, you have beads of dirt and sweat all under there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Get out from under the sewing machine; pumping it messes up the thread! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Don't turn the radio on no,  I want the battery to be up when the Grand Ole Opry comes on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-No! I don't have 10 cents for you to go to the show. Do you think money grows on trees? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Eat those turnips, they'll make you big and strong like your daddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-That dog is NOT coming in this house! I don't care how cold it is out there, dogs don't stay in the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Sit still!  I'm trying to get your hair cut straight and you keep moving and now it's all messed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Hush your mouth! I don't want to hear words like that!  I'll wash your mouth out with soap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-It is time for your system to be cleaned out.  I am going to give you a dose of castor oil tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-If you get a spanking in school and I find out about it, you'll get another one when you get home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Quit crossing your eyes! They'll get stuck that way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Soak your foot in this pan of kerosene so that bad cut won't get infected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When you take your driving test, don't forget to signal each turn. Left arm straight out the window for a left turn; left arm bent up at the elbow for a right  turn; and straight down to the side of the door when you are going to stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-It's: 'Yes Ma'am!' and 'No Ma'am!' to me, young man, and don't you forget it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;      Y'all come back now, ya hear! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;      Bring back any memories?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-2932177196221301640?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/2932177196221301640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=2932177196221301640' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/2932177196221301640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/2932177196221301640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/01/things-you-dont-hear-anymore.html' title='Things You Don&apos;t Hear Anymore'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-1894468894707113175</id><published>2010-01-08T13:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:16:56.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a Shocker!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/cellphone-701775.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/cellphone-701772.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is starting my New Year out with a shocker.  I had no idea about this, did you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The following is quoted from a Fox News article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"If you own a phone, you're paying for the fastest growing welfare program in the U.S.: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;free cell phones for low-income Americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The program, which is paid for through a tax on all home phones and cell phones known as the Universal Service Charge, is expected to exceed $1 billion this year, according to Erik Iversen, spokesman for the Universal Service Fund, the quasi-governmental agency set up to administer the program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"The reality is this is just frosting on an enormous cake," says Robert Rector, an analyst with the Heritage Foundation. "We spend over $800 billion a year providing various types of assistance to the poor. That's one dollar in every 20 in this economy. It's huge and we really can't afford it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Qualification for the subsidy is dependent on income. However, if a person is already enrolled in any of the popular federal welfare programs such as Medicaid, food stamps, low income housing, or the free school lunch, they are automatically eligible for a free cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So if an individual signs up for the program while on food stamps, then gets a job, no regulatory process exists to assure the subsidy ends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well guess that makes my day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-1894468894707113175?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/1894468894707113175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=1894468894707113175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/1894468894707113175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/1894468894707113175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/01/this-is-shocker.html' title='This is a Shocker!!'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-5311302802745768623</id><published>2010-01-01T13:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:39:33.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPE for the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/Newyear2010-750597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/Newyear2010-750570.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish you all a Happy New Year.  Instead of new years resolutions I am going to HOPE for some things.  I hope my family and friends have good health, wealth and happiness this coming year.  I hope our government will wake up and see that the "people" want to be heard instead of ignored.  I hope people will vote out those who have made their government positions a career instead of a job they were voted in to do.  I want us to be more defensive in what we do and see.  Watch for terrorist activity and things that can harm us.  Stand behind our law enforcement and military men and women who serve our country and put their lives on the line for us.  I wish for a good education for my grandchildren and a wonderful planet for them to inherit.  Free from wars and disease and  I hope we become more of a country with a deeper belief in God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What would be your "Hope" for 2010?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-5311302802745768623?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/5311302802745768623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=5311302802745768623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/5311302802745768623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/5311302802745768623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/01/hope-for-future.html' title='HOPE for the future'/><author><name>Grannyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>