<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465</id><updated>2010-05-03T12:06:29.305-05:00</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>344</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-8519997695591392699</id><published>2010-04-22T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:43:19.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A granny post, I guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think I have writers or rather bloggers block.&amp;nbsp; I can't think of anything to write about.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever wondered what people would really like to read about?&amp;nbsp; In the blogs I read, I have a blog I like because she is so much like me and is so down to earth.&amp;nbsp; Another because she really has a sense of humor,&amp;nbsp; one that has an interesting life.&amp;nbsp; My son's because I always find out something interesting about him,&amp;nbsp; even after all these years.&amp;nbsp; There is one that has moved mostly to Facebook so I read him there, one who writes about things he really likes and another that has sort of quit writing, where are you?&amp;nbsp; There are several that are so creative and have the prettiest and neatest ideas.&amp;nbsp; It makes me sad that I can't do those things to my house anymore or the holiday crafts, but I do like to look.&amp;nbsp; One young mother does such good things for the children in Africa.&amp;nbsp; Ah to be young, healthy and enthusiastic again.&amp;nbsp; I know I have far more blogs that I follow than I can really do justice to.&amp;nbsp; I try to read them all each day but there are days........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen those Topsy Turvy Tomato planters that hang, on tv?&amp;nbsp; Well those didn't work for me or anyone I know but let me tell you we were at Atwoods (a farm and home store) and in their plant section they had some tomato plants growing out of these black bags and they were HUGE.&amp;nbsp; I have never seen such great looking tomato plants!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They can't help but produce.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The ones on tv,&amp;nbsp; you had to add the soil, and the tomato plants and then water and hope for the best.&amp;nbsp; These are ready for water and sun and that's it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They were only $12, about half what the tv ones were.&amp;nbsp; I sure wanted one but I really don't have a convenient place to hang it and I already have a bunch of&amp;nbsp; tomato plants in the ground.&amp;nbsp; Don't you just love home grown tomatoes (bacon and tomato sandwiches)&amp;nbsp; hmmmmmmm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/incense-725948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/incense-725946.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am watching HGTVs new show Selling New York and I enjoy seeing all those million dollar apartments.&amp;nbsp; One soap stars parents are having trouble selling their apartment,&amp;nbsp; $5.65 million.....so this realtor brought in a "spiritual intuit"- to cleanse the negative energy out of the apartment.&amp;nbsp; He waved a deal with some&amp;nbsp; burning incense and waved some flowers around, held his hands to the front door, said a prayer or two and said the apartment would sell soon but they will rent for $25,000. a month for a while first.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Duh - aside from spending millions on a home, how about spending $25K a month for rent?&amp;nbsp; Maybe I need one of those guys just to bring energy in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4624534815033532465-8519997695591392699?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/8519997695591392699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=8519997695591392699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/8519997695591392699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/8519997695591392699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/04/granny-post-i-guess.html' title='A granny post, I guess'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-6227861181133111814</id><published>2010-04-17T18:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:48:53.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More thoughts on nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Rose bushes..I make notes on this little text edit form on my computer so I can finish when it's time for a post.&amp;nbsp; Only thing I sometimes can't remember why I wrote what I did, like Rose Bushes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Remember I recently mentioned my medicine and taking my Fish Oil capsules.&amp;nbsp; Well I bought this huge bottle the last time I was at Sams.&amp;nbsp; Says one is equal to 3 so that was great.&amp;nbsp; When I opened them and started to fill my pill box I noticed they were cloudy and I wondered if they were bad and had passed the use date.&amp;nbsp; I pulled the bottle out again and looked it over to see what the date was and who I might call when I saw my error.&amp;nbsp; These are "&lt;b&gt;enteric coated - no fishy after taste&lt;/b&gt;"&amp;nbsp; Hurray..Sure glad I didn't throw them out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I was wanting something to hide my garden hose when it is in the front yard.&amp;nbsp; I won't leave it on the grass and hate it laying on the driveway.&amp;nbsp; The holder is back in the middle of the carport and I don't want to have to reposition it so I don't fall over it so I needed something to hang the rest on after I water.&amp;nbsp; Finally found something at Atwoods Farm and Home.&amp;nbsp; A metal thing you stick in the ground and hang the hose on.&amp;nbsp; Only $9.99 so good deal.&amp;nbsp; Then we went to Lowes and I saw one of those big metal bowls that you roll your hose in which was what I really wanted but there are $24.95 so guess I will stay with what I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Does anyone but me wonder what is going on with all the earthquakes, tsunamis, volcano eruptions?&amp;nbsp; Do you think God is mad at us?&amp;nbsp; Maybe he is just mad at the Democrats and the rest of us are caught in the middle.&amp;nbsp; Can you imagine being stuck in an airport in Europe and not able to get home?&amp;nbsp; I have been in a lot of European and Middle Eastern airports and I would not want to sleep on their floor in front of everyone.&amp;nbsp; Also the last time I was in a Paris airport restroom they wanted a tip to give me one section of toilet paper...duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I saw this and thought it sounded good: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Hamburger Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1 unbaked pie shell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1 lb extra lean hamburger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1 can tomato soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1 pkg shredded cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;garlic sale, salt and pepper to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Line pan with shell, cook hamburger til done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;add soup and seasonings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Simmer for about 5 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;pour in pie shell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;cover with cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;bake at 325 for 25-30 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;let sit 10 minutes before serving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; Garage sales were awful today (1 bird house), guess because it has been sprinkling and slow rain for two days.&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/4624534815033532465-6227861181133111814?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/6227861181133111814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=6227861181133111814' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6227861181133111814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6227861181133111814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/04/weekend-wisdom.html' title='More thoughts on nothing'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-6391661747635126304</id><published>2010-04-14T10:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:53:55.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's already Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever been curious what a certain house looked like inside if you see it is for sale?&amp;nbsp; Go to, &lt;a href="http://www.trulia.com/"&gt;http://www.trulia.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; put in your town of choice and most homes will have photos of the inside.&amp;nbsp; A very interesting site to entertain you for a few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email wanting me to sign to get a sale site here in our town from an Air Force Base person.&amp;nbsp; I see that there are lots of towns already listed and one might be right near you.&amp;nbsp; It is sort of like a Craigslist and I understand you can bargain with the seller.&amp;nbsp; You can be a buyer or a seller. Check this out if you have not been to this site before:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://bookoo.com/"&gt;http://bookoo.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The raccoon and duck are gone, now it will be the invasion of the neighbors cats.&amp;nbsp; There are two sets of 5 kittens in boxes on her porch.&amp;nbsp; They are starting to leave the box and wander down the steps.&amp;nbsp; The last three years those people let their cat have kittens and let them run all over the hood.&amp;nbsp; It smells of cat pee under my hedge and my renter says her flower bed smells the same.&amp;nbsp; Our best local plant store does not plant rue anymore and doesn't carry Coleus Canina but she said use cedar mulch and on the internet I found a place that said use moth balls.&amp;nbsp; I will let you know what happens.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A beautiful day and I have no plans so I could do what I wanted.&amp;nbsp; Then my car made this banging noise when I took my foot off the brake.&amp;nbsp; Off I went to the shop with my lunch in hand that I had picked up.&amp;nbsp; I lost track of what was wrong when he got to almost $800.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The springs in my suspension are worn out (my car is 10 years old) or something and they must order them from company (Toyota).&amp;nbsp; It's not so much the cost of the parts as the cost of the time to put them in (5 hours).&amp;nbsp; Then later I need to get new struts I think and that is another 5 or 6 hundred.&amp;nbsp; Well that shot my day..and my week and the month.&amp;nbsp; On top of that I am only supposed to drive it if I must.&amp;nbsp; Parts take 4-5 days to come in.&amp;nbsp; Oh yes, my Chinese carryout was cold by the time I got home - ate it anyway.&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/4624534815033532465-6391661747635126304?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/6391661747635126304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=6391661747635126304' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6391661747635126304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6391661747635126304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/04/its-already-wednesday.html' title='It&apos;s already Wednesday...'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-5111097738468977973</id><published>2010-04-13T09:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:44:33.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Thrifty Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i432.photobucket.com/albums/qq44/joannabrittain/SouthernHospThriftyTreasurescopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My Saturday bargain find for only $15!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/desk-717338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/desk-717322.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4624534815033532465-5111097738468977973?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/5111097738468977973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=5111097738468977973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/5111097738468977973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/5111097738468977973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/04/todays-thrifty-treasures.html' title='Today&apos;s Thrifty Treasures'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-2449375748773381667</id><published>2010-04-12T09:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T09:45:29.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic classifieds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In search of a Dumpster Diving ride/partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Just moved to Tulsa and would like to find some one to trash pick with. I don't drive which can make the whole thing a little difficult for me, but I have been doing it for several years, if some one wants to go that has not been before, or am another pair of hands for someone that doesn't mind me coming with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Would like to meet a best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a male best friend to enjoy life with.&amp;nbsp; Like Flea markets and yard sales.&amp;nbsp; Age 58 to 60.&amp;nbsp; &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/4624534815033532465-2449375748773381667?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/2449375748773381667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=2449375748773381667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/2449375748773381667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/2449375748773381667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/04/you-couldnt-make-this-up.html' title='Classic classifieds'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-5160413205999879542</id><published>2010-04-07T19:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:00:04.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an ordinary Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The bottom just fell out of the thermometer from in the 70s to 40s.&amp;nbsp; Brrrrrrrr&amp;nbsp; Just got a warning:&amp;nbsp; * LATE TONIGHT &amp;amp; THUR MORNING: TEMPS WILL DROP TO 25 TO 32 DEGREES. THESE FREEZING TEMPS COULD HARM BLOOMING &amp;amp; NEWLY GROWING VEGETATION IF STEPS ARE NOT TAKEN TO PROTECT THE PLANTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm clouds around all day.&amp;nbsp; Big dark, rolling ones.&amp;nbsp; No rain tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mickey D's upped it prices on the cost of a sausage, egg and cheese McMuffin - got one yesterday and it was $2.42 (when I complained she said 19 was tax.&amp;nbsp; This is the second time they have upped the cost of that item in the last year.&amp;nbsp; Guess I will start making my own or go there and get the sausage, cheese mcMuffin (from the dollar menu) and bring it home and put my own egg on it.&amp;nbsp; That would drop my cost at MD to $1.08.&amp;nbsp; That is ridiculous charging 1.23 for an egg!!!&amp;nbsp; (as is the 19 cent tax)&amp;nbsp; Can you imagine what it will be when we have to start paying the "value added tax" on everything!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't get weepy on me, but Daisy Duck was finally captured by animal control and will be relocated to the lake at Government Springs Park with other ducks of her kind.&amp;nbsp; Bye Daisy, have a good life!&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should have kept Daisy around and cooked free duck eggs for my mcMuffin!&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/4624534815033532465-5160413205999879542?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/5160413205999879542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=5160413205999879542' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/5160413205999879542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/5160413205999879542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/04/just-ordinary-wednesday.html' title='Just an ordinary Wednesday'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-2644760542467987340</id><published>2010-04-05T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:24:40.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you get April Fooled?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/larry-732952-762595.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/larry-732952-762594.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Some very clever employees decorated their boss' office on April Fools Day!!&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/4624534815033532465-2644760542467987340?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/2644760542467987340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=2644760542467987340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/2644760542467987340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/2644760542467987340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/04/did-you-get-april-fooled.html' title='Did you get April Fooled?'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-6284562817905687272</id><published>2010-04-03T15:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:22:39.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New iPad......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2605-748005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2605-747976.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;I went over to my son's after his iPad came in the mail today. (He is busy downloading all the updates before&lt;br /&gt;he even gets to play with it)&amp;nbsp; It is really a Wow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe he didn't order me one...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4624534815033532465-6284562817905687272?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/6284562817905687272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=6284562817905687272' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6284562817905687272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6284562817905687272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/04/new-ipad.html' title='The New iPad......'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-4297974957822915876</id><published>2010-03-31T09:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:32:38.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark your April calendar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Most people think April is best known for April Fools Day and Easter but let me tell you how wrong that is.  Behind Easter there are more very important monthly, weekly and daily observances that should not be ignored.   April is Month of the Frog, International Twit Award, National Decorating, and Straw Hat. During the month there is International Pooper-Scooper Week:  1-7 (everyone needs to mark this one), National Week of the Ocean: 4-10 (???),  International Whistler's Week:  14-18, and most importantly Sky Awareness Week:  18-24 (be sure you are aware of the sky).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;During the month,  I felt you might need to schedule your appointments around the following Daily Observances:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sorry Charlie Day: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;St Stupid Day: 1 -http://www.saintstupid.com/event.html#newz (I know a lot of people who need to celebrate this day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pony Express Day: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;International Beaver Day: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No Housework Day: 7 (Now this would be my favorite day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;National Cherish An Antique Day: 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;International "Louie Louis" Day:  11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;D.E.A.R. Day (aka Drop Everything and Read): 12 - http://www.dropeverythingandread.com/NationalDEARday.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Licorice Day:  12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Walk on Your Wild Side Day: 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Take a Wild Guess Day:  15 (I will make that guess when someone asks me something)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That Sucks Day:  15  (I seem to have a lot of these days lately)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;National Wear Your Pajamas To Work Day:  16 (I almost wish I was working - at least on this day only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;National Hanging Out Day:  19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Talk Like Shakespeare Day:  23 - http://www.talklikeshakespeare.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hug An Australian Day:  26  (this is a good idea but I don't know anyone from Australia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;National Hairball Awareness Day: 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hope this will be a great month for you.&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/4624534815033532465-4297974957822915876?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/4297974957822915876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=4297974957822915876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/4297974957822915876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/4297974957822915876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/03/mark-your-april-calendar.html' title='Mark your April calendar'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-755731697758698509</id><published>2010-03-27T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T20:53:57.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you got a plan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Need someone to give me a free new Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I constantly see the ads for "Need free car, free this or free that".  I grew up thinking that if I wanted a car then I would have to work to save up enough money, at least for a down payment.  Now I find out after 60 some years that I was doing it all wrong. Starting now I will use a new approach.... I need a newer Car, not a 2009, something bigger and more expensive. If you have one just sitting around in your garage, collecting dust, then call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Need large item for free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looking for a large heavy item, boat, car, back hoe, grader, bob cat, travel trailer.  So if you need to get something like this out of your yard let us know.  Delivered be best but may be able to haul away.  Thank you for looking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Get real, if you can't afford to buy a car, then how will you afford to keep it insured or do regular maintenance on it. Every car is going to need brakes and starters, etc replaced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I understand hard times, believe me I know it very well, but at some point you have to quit hoping someone else will do it and maybe go out and get a second job, come up with a plan that will change your finances. Then stick to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4624534815033532465-755731697758698509?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/755731697758698509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=755731697758698509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/755731697758698509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/755731697758698509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/03/have-you-got-plan.html' title='Have you got a plan?'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-6701897834769252777</id><published>2010-03-25T14:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:51:36.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thoughtful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I take a truck load of pills a day for the old ticker and I can't believe my heart doctor insists I take those gosh-awful, belch making, terrible tasting, fish oil capsules.  Do they really think they are good for helping your blood slip and slide through your veins?  Someone said put them in the fridge and they wouldn't taste but I figure all my food would eventually taste like fish oil.  I guess I need to remember I haven't seen many fish with heart problems so it must be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How many of you scream and yell at the person in front of you,  in a drive thru line, who is on the cell phone and not paying attention to the fact that they could be on their way to the interstate by now if they would get off the phone.  Cell phone calls are worse than putting make up on in the car while waiting in line.  OMG what did people do before they could spend every minute with a cell phone at their ear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I keep wanting to call someone or write someone and say "if people don't buy health insurance now what makes you think they will buy it if you make it cheaper?"  They are sitting at home or on some park bench and spending their money on booze, drugs and cigarettes and are not about to spend it on health care.  Why doesn't the IRS go after all the government people working in DC who haven't paid taxes in years????  I understand they owe in the billions plus the congressmen and senators who owe their taxes.  Get them first then you have a right to go after some poor schulp in the park under the newspaper....lol.  (P S - I bet a lot of people who don't have health care have a cell phone!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow starts three days of the town wide Garage Sale.....Woo Hoo!!  My daughter is taking Friday off and we are geared to go about 7:15 in the am.  I will let you know if I find all those things I have been unable to live without.  Bet you wish you were going with us?&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/4624534815033532465-6701897834769252777?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/6701897834769252777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=6701897834769252777' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6701897834769252777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6701897834769252777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/03/thoughtful-thursday.html' title='A Thoughtful Thursday'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-873506642581695211</id><published>2010-03-22T11:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:50:47.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/alien-747033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 117px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/alien-747030.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;Did anyone else miss Saturdays holiday?  March 20 was Alien Abduction Day, when "the skies are carefully watched by those expecting / wishing to be abducted by an alien life form," states &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/"&gt;eHow.com&lt;/a&gt;.  The strange holiday's origins are unclear, though it was clearly popularized by the 2008 Alien Abduction Day festival in Toronto.  For next year, you can keep track of all your alien and UFO sightings. If you are new at this sort of extraterrestrial stuff, &lt;a href="http://www.ufocenter.com/"&gt;UFOcenter.com&lt;/a&gt; can help. You will find "The Web's most comprehensive and up-to-date UFO information source; provided by America's foremost UFO Reporting Agency; in continuous operation since 1974." The site even features a UFO sighting report form (gotta get me one of those forms just in case).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Daisy" the duck (she/he has been named) has moved in permanently I guess.  I gave my renter a large trash can and told her she could turn it on the side and maybe Daisy would move in during the blizzard of Saturday.  She did go in for a minute or two but eventually came back out.  Even with a towel to lay on ducks are not as easy to make a home for as a dog.&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/4624534815033532465-873506642581695211?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/873506642581695211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=873506642581695211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/873506642581695211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/873506642581695211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/03/last-saturdays-holiday.html' title='Mondays Musings'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-4486889980055712136</id><published>2010-03-20T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:01:26.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw-Shucks</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/IMG_2594-716200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 234px;" src="http://www.anntuckerblog.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2594-716164.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;Guess there are no garage sales today!!!&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/4624534815033532465-4486889980055712136?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/4486889980055712136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=4486889980055712136' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/4486889980055712136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/4486889980055712136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/03/aw-shucks.html' title='Aw-Shucks'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-1500520316511072935</id><published>2010-03-17T18:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:49:59.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did the raccoon eat the dog food?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I guess the duck has moved in, at least in the next door back yard (my rent house) and the family who lives in my rent house is keeping their cute dog in my back yard when he's out.  My back yard has grass and theirs doesn't since the last renters let all the grass die in both the front and back.  My renter went and got a city animal trap to help me catch the raccoon but two nights have passed and we have no black eyed furry friend in the cage!!!  I am thinking we need to change food items in the cage.  Don't think a raccoon likes dog food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My grandson told me Friday that if I wanted to I could write down on my Christmas paper that he wears a size 5 roller blade!  Guess you know where we went Saturday after his basketball game.....K-Mart for roller blades.  He is so into indoor skating and he skates so long on Friday night, at the skating rink,  that his feet actually hurt.  He could never have waited till Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A life long friend of mine passed away over the weekend and I attended his funeral today.  In his little handout it said he never met a math problem or computer that he didn't like.  His wife had related that in the 60's when she tried to cash one of his paychecks, the store was a little leery because it was from an unknown business called IBM!!!  She also said when he would explain to people what he did their eyes would often glaze over, &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;(I have a nephew who builds computer programs and he does the  same to me).  &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; He was in with that first batch of people who knew one day everyone would have a computer at home.   He will be missed by those who knew him.&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/4624534815033532465-1500520316511072935?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/1500520316511072935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=1500520316511072935' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/1500520316511072935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/1500520316511072935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/03/did-raccoon-eat-dog-food.html' title='Did the raccoon eat the dog food?'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624534815033532465.post-6709947253778495316</id><published>2010-03-12T12:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:49:35.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up Without A Cell Phone.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is for all us "old farts"...and some of you middle-aged...becoming...like us...OFs.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I have no idea who wrote it and I have added some of my own thoughts.  If you got this in an email please excuse me but I thought it was good for a laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&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;When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning.... Uphill...Barefoot... BOTH ways... yadda, yadda, yadda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it! But now that I'm over the ripe old age of thirty &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(way over)&lt;/span&gt;, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia!  And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don't know how good you've got it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have the Internet &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(or even tv)&lt;/span&gt;. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(my generation paid 2 cents!  Can you imagine the Post Office making it on that amount of money?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(my mom's favorite was a switch from the lilac bush)&lt;/span&gt;  As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our a$$! Nowhere was safe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There were no MP3's or Napsters or iTunes! If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(we didn't even have tape recorders)&lt;/span&gt; and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up! There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car. We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished, and then the tape would come undone rendering it useless. Cause, hey, that's how we rolled, Baby! Dig? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called, they got a busy signal, that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There weren't any freakin' cell phones either. If you left the house, you just didn't make a damn call or receive one. You actually had to be out of touch with your "friends". OH MY GOD !!! Think of the horror... not being in touch with someone 24/7!!! And then there's TEXTING. Yeah, right. Please! You kids have no idea how annoying you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your parents, your boss, your bookie, your girlfriend, a collection agency... you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We didn't have any fancy PlayStation or Xbox video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'. Your screen guy was a little square!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You actually had to use your imagination!!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen...Forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(Gosh we didn't even have that, we had an orange crate and our imaginations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You had to use a little book called a TV Guide or the Sunday paper to find out what was on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off you're a$ and walk over to the TV to change the channel!!! NO REMOTES!!! Oh, no, what's the world coming to?!?! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(my friends and I had to share the radio with our family members - now a murder mystery on the radio definitely takes a good imagination)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was no Cartoon Network, Disney, or Nick either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying? We had to wait  ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-finks!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(Now my kids watched cartoons on Saturday while I could sleep in but when I was a kid we were outside and gathering our friends early on Saturday.  We didn't waste a minute of a Saturday or Sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And we didn't have microwaves. If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove! Imagine that!  And our parents told us to stay outside and play...all day long. Oh no, no electronics to soothe and comfort. And if you came back inside... you were doing chores!  And car seats - oh, please! Mom threw you in the back seat and you hung on. If you were lucky &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;in the front seat&lt;/span&gt;, you got the "safety arm" across the chest at the last moment if she had to stop suddenly, and if your head hit the dashboard, well that was your fault for calling "shot gun" in the first place!  See! That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled rotten! You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980 or any time before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Over 30 &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(and way over 30)&lt;/span&gt; Crowd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Send this to someone you'd like to make smile) &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/4624534815033532465-6709947253778495316?l=www.anntuckerblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/6709947253778495316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4624534815033532465&amp;postID=6709947253778495316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6709947253778495316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4624534815033532465/posts/default/6709947253778495316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.anntuckerblog.com/2010/03/growing-up-without-cell-phone.html' title='Growing Up Without A Cell Phone.....'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><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='9 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>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>9</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>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>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>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>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>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>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>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>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>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>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>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>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>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>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>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>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>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04474339462986922659</uri><email>atucker@suddenlink.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17139586866040569582'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
