<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675</id><updated>2009-11-06T14:19:36.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Onknees-   Its not what you think.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-4272469076472904968</id><published>2008-11-21T19:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T06:49:41.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SSdasbxIs9I/AAAAAAAAAlE/KufUn7Kylk4/s1600-h/jerry.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271281608275047378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SSdasbxIs9I/AAAAAAAAAlE/KufUn7Kylk4/s400/jerry.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SSdaeRlL6hI/AAAAAAAAAk8/zR7CZweWPVs/s1600-h/amy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271281365022403090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SSdaeRlL6hI/AAAAAAAAAk8/zR7CZweWPVs/s400/amy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twins separated at birth? Amy Winehouse without that huge beehive thing on her head....and Jerry Seinfeld.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I love her music and Jerry makes me laugh and reminds me of my friend &lt;a href="http://joec66.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-4272469076472904968?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/4272469076472904968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=4272469076472904968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/4272469076472904968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/4272469076472904968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/11/could-it-be.html' title='Could it be????'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SSdasbxIs9I/AAAAAAAAAlE/KufUn7Kylk4/s72-c/jerry.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-4101896440186942748</id><published>2008-11-18T21:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:50:06.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lean On Me..When Your Not Strong...I'll Be Your Friend, I'll Help You Carry Ooonnnn....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life gets a little crazy. Sometimes we need a little help. Sometimes we want to help a little. It's all okay-really....  &lt;div&gt;Im sure that you have all heard that teachers are overworked and underpaid. Its been like that for awhile and likely to continue, Obama or no Obama. So it's nice when you can turn  to a peer for some simple words of encouragement, a shoulder to cry on , share a funny story or just vent..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here at the Ridge, thats exactly what's happening . In our own classroom at lunchtime, we gather to get some therapy. Jennifer is a teacher during the day, a graduate student in Psychology at night, a tutor at night, a single mom of two and trust me, I don't know how she does it. She is intelligent, very hard working, thoughtful, creative, and caring. Which is why she conducts our "Lunchtime Therapy". Here is a clip of her last session (which happened to be today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-139c129a8fb47d38" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTHEkYvTDzfKwCOrD7lfke_uKndxhigAiYTwyeY9OfEo9LpgINAgxe3W96QYsM5mepxdetxhcPQ-IwdWZwafIVQXAvzZzyoFsOx48s_bQXGmveTQY21ntzVG0t4c8SSNO81s2PzGMISFyUG8q9rUenK6w7GYZ2AhPduz8GDHgHC0lSpG-1CRukYLyFdYEshclCuJtbeGbgzNNa84pz_WF8yx%26sigh%3Ddhaa4pgbXpbgeC5zzxkxVJhAdTs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D139c129a8fb47d38%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Dr6BavKMO4BN1xQBUzYvXbToSKss&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTHEkYvTDzfKwCOrD7lfke_uKndxhigAiYTwyeY9OfEo9LpgINAgxe3W96QYsM5mepxdetxhcPQ-IwdWZwafIVQXAvzZzyoFsOx48s_bQXGmveTQY21ntzVG0t4c8SSNO81s2PzGMISFyUG8q9rUenK6w7GYZ2AhPduz8GDHgHC0lSpG-1CRukYLyFdYEshclCuJtbeGbgzNNa84pz_WF8yx%26sigh%3Ddhaa4pgbXpbgeC5zzxkxVJhAdTs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D139c129a8fb47d38%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Dr6BavKMO4BN1xQBUzYvXbToSKss&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-4101896440186942748?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=139c129a8fb47d38&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/4101896440186942748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=4101896440186942748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/4101896440186942748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/4101896440186942748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/11/lean-on-mewhen-your-not-strongill-be.html' title='Lean On Me..When Your Not Strong...I&apos;ll Be Your Friend, I&apos;ll Help You Carry Ooonnnn....'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-3667768480967199664</id><published>2008-11-15T07:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:00:35.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fear It's Getting Worse, Folks.....</title><content type='html'>Spotted on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt; personals this morning.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freins&lt;/span&gt; first is okay(but if good loving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; fallow?)&lt;/strong&gt; - m4w - 55 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oakland&lt;/span&gt; pk blvd)&lt;br /&gt;Reply to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:pers-919857172@craigslist.org?subject=freins%20first%20is%20okay(but%20if%20good%20loving%20dont%20fallow%3f)%20-%20m4w%20-%2055%20(oakland%20pk%20blvd)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mailto:pers-919857172@craigslist.org?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Date: 2008-11-15, 3:27AM EST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you need to find a gay person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hi i am from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lebanon&lt;/span&gt; all that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;freind&lt;/span&gt; stuff (&amp;amp; going out )with&lt;/span&gt; no hope in sight is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;boaring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;realation&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; you think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a dog call me i f you need a good man w/solid back bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sam&lt;/span&gt; 954 552 3437&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yeath&lt;/span&gt; send me your photo (i hope you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; look like you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SR7CO01p1LI/AAAAAAAAAk0/05Su9m5rzpU/s1600-h/1191f012c3k43pb3l28bfa4d86801261b128f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268862174027699378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SR7CO01p1LI/AAAAAAAAAk0/05Su9m5rzpU/s400/1191f012c3k43pb3l28bfa4d86801261b128f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;oakland&lt;/span&gt; pk blvd&lt;br /&gt;it's NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to contact this poster with services or other commercial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;interestsPostingID&lt;/span&gt;: 919857172&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my (never to be mailed) response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dear Sam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In addition to the atrocious spelling, which is making my eye twitch as I scan my desk for a red pen, I must comment on the fact that you do not exactly present as God's gift to women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And, no, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sam&lt;/span&gt;" I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;don'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; know what you mean when you write that if I send a picture, "you don't look like YOU KNOW"---you mean, LIKE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Because unless you have an enormously huge penis, or tongue or bank account, I predict that you will be advertising on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt; for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;looooong&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Some suggestions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Use spellcheck/dictionary/or a smart friend to correct your spelling and grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Leave gay references out of your ad---it screams IGNORANT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Make sure you have a solid erection to go with the solid backbone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. Don't post a picture of you and your mother (or is that you with "YOU KNOW"...in which case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it explains the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;expression&lt;/span&gt; on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will be checking back often to see how you are doing....I hope that your ad does not migrate to the "casual encounters" section, but I suppose you must do what you must do.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Good Luck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Annette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-3667768480967199664?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/3667768480967199664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=3667768480967199664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/3667768480967199664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/3667768480967199664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-fear-its-getting-worse-folks.html' title='I Fear It&apos;s Getting Worse, Folks.....'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SR7CO01p1LI/AAAAAAAAAk0/05Su9m5rzpU/s72-c/1191f012c3k43pb3l28bfa4d86801261b128f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-8009389310329054799</id><published>2008-11-11T06:57:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:17:09.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Veterans Day----Some More Reasons To Be Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SRl1YbQ40kI/AAAAAAAAAe4/S4iTTos-es0/s1600-h/Pre-Basic_Training.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267370301682405954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SRl1YbQ40kI/AAAAAAAAAe4/S4iTTos-es0/s400/Pre-Basic_Training.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thirty- two years ago, I had the bright idea of joining the Army (obviously the circus wasn't in town, or it could have gone that way). Let me set the scene: 18, problems with authority, hard headed, defiant, lazy, loud, disco queen, etc (Can someone say, "Private Benjamin?). You get the picture. All the things the US Army DID NOT want. I will not bore you with the details of my enlistment except to say that a good time was had by all (except perhaps my family, when I did stupid things that worried them). I DID have the dubious distinction of being in the first group of women to be known as "soldiers" and not WACs (Womens Army Corp) as we were the first to engage in co-ed basic training and responsible for the same level of mastery in all areas as the men--right alongside them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SRl1gzfrKQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-QQ5o_qTUOE/s1600-h/Basic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267370445625829634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SRl1gzfrKQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-QQ5o_qTUOE/s400/Basic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What this country should be &lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt; for was that as a Vietnam War Era veteran, in a peacetime Army, I did not see combat. A few photos to snap you back into reality and be thankful for me. Don't thank me for being a veteran, thank me for not re-enlisting.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SRl1yapL6LI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zhbfexA8pCY/s1600-h/My_hysterical_laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267370748192483506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SRl1yapL6LI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zhbfexA8pCY/s400/My_hysterical_laugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267370670882015618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SRl1t6o7yYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/V4ErNmzGoMc/s400/whoMe_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  Who Me? No, I dont know how your air mattress got holes in it!!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SRl2CjNyOFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/s9a8GrxKO2U/s1600-h/HQ_Co.7th_SFG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267371025371379794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SRl2CjNyOFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/s9a8GrxKO2U/s400/HQ_Co.7th_SFG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not a sobriety test  --&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267370903676852706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SRl17d3jGeI/AAAAAAAAAfY/sp1ro3RWizA/s400/MY_Room-Ft_Bragg,_NC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Martha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stewart&lt;/span&gt; would be proud...this is my barracks room---all Holly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hobbied&lt;/span&gt; and Micky Moused up!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tellin&lt;/span&gt; ya...count your blessings, America!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-8009389310329054799?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/8009389310329054799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=8009389310329054799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/8009389310329054799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/8009389310329054799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-veterans-day-some-more-reasons-to.html' title='Happy Veterans Day----Some More Reasons To Be Thankful'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SRl1YbQ40kI/AAAAAAAAAe4/S4iTTos-es0/s72-c/Pre-Basic_Training.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-3273569258010619552</id><published>2008-11-09T21:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:58:27.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Name That Answer.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There was a show once upon a time...It was called " Name That Tune"..The contestants would listen to a melody and name it before their competition did. Nice show, I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k75RjNqKB0jYm8IhQl"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k75RjNqKB0jYm8IhQl" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k75RjNqKB0jYm8IhQl"&gt;Name That Tune Michael vs. Barbara Part 1 of 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/JackBauer112"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JackBauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;112&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast forward about 26 years.....The boy-child calls and asks for advice...could be cooking, cleaning, laundry, relationships, etc......whatever.I am advised that it is stressful for him to call because I have too much to say...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not a problem, I know that I overdo the conversation to include pros, cons and alternatives to whatever the question was......usually losing the caller in the end.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now, my son prefaces his calls with the phrase, "Name that answer in 10 words or less. mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in a hurry"..this is usually in response to something he needs in the grocery store, work issues, school, and he needs it immediately-if not sooner. Love that about him....nothing has changed in 26 years.....So, now I have to name that answer in 10 seconds, give or take a few?Well, i'll try, but i can't promise...I'm Latin...nothing can be said in few words.&lt;br /&gt; But seriously, he is my first...how can I deny him??? OK- I'll try....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who am I kidding? Both my kids are MOST important... So, I better get it right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-3273569258010619552?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/3273569258010619552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=3273569258010619552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/3273569258010619552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/3273569258010619552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/11/name-that-answer.html' title='Name That Answer.....'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-5984584399820100408</id><published>2008-11-06T23:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:09:50.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate News...No, Really !!</title><content type='html'>Here it is Wednesday. I'm recovering from my Tuesday Election night festivities at a local tavern (my candidate won) and very thankful that I can now go home and relax AND sleep. I get a call from a friend that I MUST watch South Park (I haven't watched that since Cartman found out about his father, or mother or something).&lt;br /&gt;Well, I watched it and then this show called "Chocolate News" comes on. It's kind of like the Dave Chapelle Show, except its hosted and done by David Alan Grier. In any case, his opening monologue of course is the to-be-expected speech about Obama, and history and MLK yadda yadda yadda. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy the right person won, but its hard to beat the classy, eloquence of Obama's victory speech that night, and frankly, I'm done with hearing others go on about it.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, he goes into this skit where he is dressed as a woman who worked the polls during this election.....This is a great stuff....Wednesday night folks...Comedy Central....10:30, after South Park. Tune into "Chocolate News".....you will pee your pants. I did, but I'm menopausal...it's different with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="comedy_central_player" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.comedycentral.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml" width="332" height="316" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allownetworking="external" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#cccccc" quality="high" flashvars="videoId=209597"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-5984584399820100408?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/5984584399820100408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=5984584399820100408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/5984584399820100408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/5984584399820100408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/11/chocolate-newsno-really.html' title='Chocolate News...No, Really !!'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-1784573103185074367</id><published>2008-11-03T23:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:11:41.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not as Smart as I Thought.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SQ_WYBEE70I/AAAAAAAAAeo/vS0KIqeH1iE/s1600-h/disappointment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264662197510139714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SQ_WYBEE70I/AAAAAAAAAeo/vS0KIqeH1iE/s400/disappointment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it...I'm stumped. The behaviorist, strategist, modification whiz... stumped!!!! Can you believe it? It is sooo frustrating to me that it almost brings me to tears.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over while expecting different results....So why do I keep extending myself and keep giving people the benefit of the&lt;br /&gt;doubt if time and time again they end up disappointing me? and of course, each time I end up feeling more stupid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be Karma....I know that I have disappointed people who gave me the benefit of the doubt and then got nothing in return--or worse. So tell me beloved blog readers----what to do? I am open to all suggestions. I can't feel any worse than I do right now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-1784573103185074367?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/1784573103185074367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=1784573103185074367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/1784573103185074367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/1784573103185074367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-as-smart-as-i-thought.html' title='Not as Smart as I Thought.....'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SQ_WYBEE70I/AAAAAAAAAeo/vS0KIqeH1iE/s72-c/disappointment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-1409658858068684377</id><published>2008-11-01T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:51:10.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dick n' Sandwich</title><content type='html'>Yup....you heard right. A few years ago, we were sitting around hours after the Thanksgiving meal, when my son said he wanted to have some pie. I said I was hungry as well. He asked what I was in the mood for and I said, "&lt;strong&gt;A dicken sandwich&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought my son's head was going to come off his shoulders. You would have thought I suggested that both he and his sister and I bond over some Brazilian Waxing sessions. It took some explaining, but he realized that I was talking about a REAL sandwich and not anything, uh...hmm, well, you know.....not a DICK and &lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt; a SANDWICH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M YOUR MOTHER, FOR CHRIST SAKE!!!!! I'm open, but not THAT open!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the initial shock wore off, then they made up some dick jokes of their own. Such as : Pat's girlfriend at the time did not want a dicken sandwich, but would rather have dick n' cider...and on and on in that vein---okay, maybe not the best choice of words there....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case....there is such a thing as a "Dicken Sandwich". The name and idea is copyrighted to &lt;a href="http://www.mcnallystavern.com/"&gt;McNallys Tavern&lt;/a&gt;, which bythe way has quite a history-and is simply a Turkey dinner---in a sandwich. THATS IT!!!!!! The most fun you can have with your clothes on, folks. I can't wait to use the term at the church socials and the PTA meetings. Im thinking it will increase participation at my Book Club gatherings, if I mention that refreshments will consist of dicken sandwiches and coffee or tea......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262787600986732242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SQktcI0k9tI/AAAAAAAAAdo/jCvDQNlFK2E/s400/CAJAFICFCA91E0PICAOSOKP3CAWU4BSMCAZMPYIBCADHSGFZCAB09W2TCAG3TABMCAMG5X4FCAO856TCCAZBZ3YVCAC1Y020CA8HTL1PCAKZPECJCARWAPCZCATKHIA3CASNVR8YCAANF5RXCAD4TQRBCA80I61Y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its still early, and it was all I could do to wait til November, but its the 1st of November now and this is why I look forward to Thanksgiving!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-1409658858068684377?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/1409658858068684377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=1409658858068684377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/1409658858068684377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/1409658858068684377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/10/dick-n-sandwich.html' title='Dick n&apos; Sandwich'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SQktcI0k9tI/AAAAAAAAAdo/jCvDQNlFK2E/s72-c/CAJAFICFCA91E0PICAOSOKP3CAWU4BSMCAZMPYIBCADHSGFZCAB09W2TCAG3TABMCAMG5X4FCAO856TCCAZBZ3YVCAC1Y020CA8HTL1PCAKZPECJCARWAPCZCATKHIA3CASNVR8YCAANF5RXCAD4TQRBCA80I61Y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-7291344215487549698</id><published>2008-10-29T23:00:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:27:22.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Palin is now the SECOND most powerful woman in the U.S.</title><content type='html'>FRI, NOV. 7, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnnbcvideo.com/index.html?nid=ENxIEX0htuT78CDpIJJKojMxOTU4NTA-&amp;amp;referred_by=12654374-aN.W.Ix"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obama's Loss Traced to Annette Dominguez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          "Single Nonvoter Tipped Election to McCain-Palin Ticket "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Latest News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnnbcvideo.com/taf.shtml?id=&amp;amp;nid=ENxIEX0htuT78CDpIJJKojMxOTU4NTA-"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gov. Palin: 'Lookit That—I'm The Second-Most Powerful Person In The World'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnnbcvideo.com/taf.shtml?id=&amp;amp;nid=ENxIEX0htuT78CDpIJJKojMxOTU4NTA-"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Neighbor: 'Annette Always Seemed So Normal'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnnbcvideo.com/taf.shtml?id=&amp;amp;nid=ENxIEX0htuT78CDpIJJKojMxOTU4NTA-"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;World: 'Really? Again? Really?!?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnnbcvideo.com/taf.shtml?id=&amp;amp;nid=ENxIEX0htuT78CDpIJJKojMxOTU4NTA-"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Health Care Advocates Predict Reform By 2034&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/4923781517959598675-7291344215487549698?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/7291344215487549698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=7291344215487549698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/7291344215487549698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/7291344215487549698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/10/sarah-palin-is-now-second-most-powerful.html' title='Sarah Palin is now the SECOND most powerful woman in the U.S.'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-3900306558284641695</id><published>2008-10-29T06:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T06:23:07.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Week? Or Groundbreaking News? YOU Decide...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SQg5d5-t8OI/AAAAAAAAAdI/k8R42-Wf30Q/s1600-h/106158492v4_350x350_Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262519350525292770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SQg5d5-t8OI/AAAAAAAAAdI/k8R42-Wf30Q/s400/106158492v4_350x350_Front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2168796_dog-likes-mccain-obama.html?utm_source=eHOD&amp;amp;utm_medium=email&amp;amp;utm_content=2168796&amp;amp;utm_campaign=29_10_2008"&gt;How to Find Out if Your Dog Likes McCain or Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/members/eletendre.html"&gt;Eric Letendre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate: (6 Ratings)&lt;br /&gt;Every four years the biggest election in the country takes place. It's an exciting time of the year for anyone even mildly interested in politics. But what about your dog? Is your dog a Democrat or a Republican? There is only one way to find out--you have to ask your dog. Before I go any further, I want to remind you that you should not get upset with your dog if they have a different political affiliation than you. Remember your Mother's advice: "Don't discuss politics, religion or money." In this article you'll discover how to ask your best friend this all important question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-3900306558284641695?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/3900306558284641695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=3900306558284641695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/3900306558284641695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/3900306558284641695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/10/slow-week-or-groundbreaking-news-you.html' title='Slow Week? 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YOU Decide...'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SQg5d5-t8OI/AAAAAAAAAdI/k8R42-Wf30Q/s72-c/106158492v4_350x350_Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-1682871302901516330</id><published>2008-10-26T09:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:26:42.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Shooting Fish in a Fuckin' Barrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SQRv5UTCsqI/AAAAAAAAAc4/3hL_JcgF1JE/s1600-h/shooting-fish-in-a-barrel.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261453295167386274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SQRv5UTCsqI/AAAAAAAAAc4/3hL_JcgF1JE/s400/shooting-fish-in-a-barrel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What kind of person would I be &lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt; as a jumping off point, I were to use any of the pictures from this particular &lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/pictures/view/994511/"&gt;slide show&lt;/a&gt;? My integrity, consummate good taste, and credibility would forever (no matter how hard I scrubbed) be a wee bit tarnished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that was hard...y'all know I don't give a fuck what people think. If they don't like what I write or post, they can take their ass elsewhere---oh, or THEY may be the subject of the next post..that's MY personal favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in the interest of wanting to post something and finding these pics to be like a car accident-you don't want to look, but still can't tear yourself away-consider this your Pre-Halloween trick post.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-1682871302901516330?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/1682871302901516330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=1682871302901516330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/1682871302901516330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/1682871302901516330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-shooting-fish-in-fuckin-barrel.html' title='Like Shooting Fish in a Fuckin&apos; Barrel'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SQRv5UTCsqI/AAAAAAAAAc4/3hL_JcgF1JE/s72-c/shooting-fish-in-a-barrel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-412103224815765142</id><published>2008-10-21T07:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:28:14.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New--&gt; Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade</title><content type='html'>Dear Ms. Lulu (AKA "the girl child"), &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided to enter your shoes in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade (of shoes).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259563275268313186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SP247rgO0GI/AAAAAAAAAcg/EqEVkQmNlNw/s400/IMG_0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marvin the Martian will be made into the opening float.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SP25PeZqVfI/AAAAAAAAAco/_7ZWv66hWY0/s1600-h/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259563615348479474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SP25PeZqVfI/AAAAAAAAAco/_7ZWv66hWY0/s400/IMG_0515.JPG" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how overjoyed they are!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your (not cheap) cosmetology school mannequin head life-partners HAVE been elected as the Parade Martials to co-represent the LGBT community in the hopes that NY state will soon follow other forward thinking states and legalize marriage for Gay and Lesbian citizens.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SP25lrKbGvI/AAAAAAAAAcw/8SYef0SEy6Q/s1600-h/IMG_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259563996731349746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SP25lrKbGvI/AAAAAAAAAcw/8SYef0SEy6Q/s400/IMG_0517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New YorkNote: By a May 29, 2008 directive, New York only recognizes gay marriages from couples legally married outside of the state. &lt;a href="http://gaylife.about.com/b/2008/05/29/new-york-recognizes-out-of-state-gay-marriages.htm"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until your acceptance letter is received, please place these shoes in your room for safekeeping, as I know there will be a mad rush to get initial interviews with them by the tabloids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Management (AKA Mom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-412103224815765142?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/412103224815765142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=412103224815765142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/412103224815765142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/412103224815765142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-macys-thanksgiving-day-parade.html' title='New--&gt; Macy&apos;s Thanksgiving Day Parade'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SP247rgO0GI/AAAAAAAAAcg/EqEVkQmNlNw/s72-c/IMG_0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-3977075261095510737</id><published>2008-10-19T23:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:08:00.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your flu shots!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SPv9o2hxmFI/AAAAAAAAAcY/cbD_3rY3yDA/s1600-h/Flu-cold-chart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259075868158957650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" height="363" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SPv9o2hxmFI/AAAAAAAAAcY/cbD_3rY3yDA/s400/Flu-cold-chart.gif" width="401" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By coincidence, I came down with what I thought was a cold---the day BEFORE-I had scheduled my flu shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I went downhill quickly. In bed, headaches, chills, pains, aches, thirst. I have spent 4 days so far drinking liquids, peeing and sleeping. The way I look at it, the only good (always the optimist) that can come of this is that I drop a few pounds.&lt;br /&gt;I happened to begin to experience complications from my asthma and hightailed it to the doctor today. Steroids are wonderful. (I know they are bad for you...but why is it that the things that make you feel good are either fattening , immoral or dangerous?). I won't go into the specifics, but by tomorrow I will be reroofing the house, changing the oil and tuning up the car, pressure cleaning the neighbors house, cooking 5 course meals and making my students beg the nurse for extra meds to slip to their teacher.....ahhh, steroids.&lt;br /&gt;But----&gt;If you don't have asthma or chronic bronchitis which may cause your blood oxygen level to drop to 95% or less...you will have to follow the original regimen of liquids, tylenol, peeing and sleeping....no medrol dosepaks for you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just be good to yourself and impose on you friends for chicken soup and runs to Publix for Ginger Ale (69 cents for 2 liters--such a deal).....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-3977075261095510737?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/3977075261095510737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=3977075261095510737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/3977075261095510737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/3977075261095510737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-your-flu-shots.html' title='Get your flu shots!!!!!!'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SPv9o2hxmFI/AAAAAAAAAcY/cbD_3rY3yDA/s72-c/Flu-cold-chart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-3107776601587468770</id><published>2008-10-16T00:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:56:20.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama, I love ya, but can you please stop calling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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But O...times are tough and everytime you call me, you are using up my minutes!!! I find it hard to interrupt and cut off at the knees someone who sounds so nice and considerate when convincing me for the 47th time that I should vote for you. At this point , Im considering NOT voting so that I can &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; go into debt to pay my phone bill..unless of course you have a campaign promise for that...So let me reinforce the strong points of MY life....Im a professional and a student,a mother &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; a father, a lover not a hater, but sometimes a masterbater, doesn't really matter, im tired of all the chatter...so Obama, I love ya babe, but ya gotta quit calling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-6214044046405379585?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/6214044046405379585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=6214044046405379585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/6214044046405379585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/6214044046405379585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/10/obama-i-love-ya-but-can-you-please-stop.html' title='Obama, I love ya, but can you please stop calling?'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-1643981391893628268</id><published>2008-10-07T06:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:15:48.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home vs  Human Maintenance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SOtDUGKGnRI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XdCHpx_eoFg/s1600-h/snoopybitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254367402787249426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SOtDUGKGnRI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XdCHpx_eoFg/s400/snoopybitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the process of settling into a new (to me) home, I have encountered a few things that have required replacing or fixing. This does not seem unreasonable to me, although I began to see parallels in a home that had not been "lived in" for a while and myself who has not been "loved in" in a while. Stop-I know what your thinking, too much information right? I don't care-its my blog-get your big girl panties on and deal with it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm on a mission--okay, maybe not a mission, but I have at least set a goal: Get out, get a guy, get ______. (You get to fill in the blank). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not even looking for Mr. Right. I will settle for Mr. Right Now at least for awhile....I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; a whole new respect for the term "test drive". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not trading in for a newer model, however. I would like someone my age or a bit older. A &lt;strong&gt;LITTLE BIT&lt;/strong&gt; older....Well, we shall see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As part of my renovation, replacement, maintenance, etc. I have had to unearth some clothing that I had kind of left behind which, frankly, were sexy. I need to find places to go that will utilize these great clothes and meet men who will appreciate them-and me. AND after last Saturdays outing with a girlfriend, I realized that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to have to do some serious exercise to get back in shape.  Stay tuned.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt;.......What have I learned?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="2" title="Click to correct"&gt;that its &lt;/span&gt;true that "If you don't use &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="0" title="Click to correct"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; you will lose it and/ or &lt;strong&gt;it will rust, clog, sputter, stain,creak, stall, lose pressure, drip, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SOs_DwIZr8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZS-n74tBhjI/s1600-h/home+maintenance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254362723950112706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="121" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SOs_DwIZr8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZS-n74tBhjI/s400/home+maintenance.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;crack, mildew. &lt;/strong&gt;This also applies to home maintenance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-1643981391893628268?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/1643981391893628268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=1643981391893628268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/1643981391893628268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/1643981391893628268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-vs-human-maintenance.html' title='Home vs  Human Maintenance'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SOtDUGKGnRI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XdCHpx_eoFg/s72-c/snoopybitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-2263469267025098560</id><published>2008-09-25T23:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:32:42.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceiling Fan Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SNxU3bMySAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/eGi2dddMoUM/s1600-h/ceiling+fan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250164576778078210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SNxU3bMySAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/eGi2dddMoUM/s400/ceiling+fan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shit you not...I sat straight up in bed at 3 at A .M yesterday because I could have sworn that I heard a MAN moaning and gasping and all while in "the act". Im thinking, damn.....that guy next door is pretty loud....and yes, I was still listening.....when I realized it was coming from the darn fan over my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why was I listening? Well...if you have been around at all and have read this blog, you KNOW that I am a student of human nature---also known as a voyeur. Shoot me , ok? I yam what I yam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do I do???? Use WD40?, readjust the blades, recharge the rabbit and take advantage of the sound effect? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250167396813713090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SNxXbkprLsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ko1Ey-UqUqM/s400/pope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I understand that this could be a good thing, but I also feel like it could be taunting me.........Any thoughts?   (NOT YOU, JOE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-2263469267025098560?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/2263469267025098560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=2263469267025098560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/2263469267025098560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/2263469267025098560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/09/ceiling-fan-sex.html' title='Ceiling Fan Sex'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SNxU3bMySAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/eGi2dddMoUM/s72-c/ceiling+fan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-2801881905557372260</id><published>2008-09-08T18:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:00:37.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving, Moving On, Moving Out, Moving Along,Moving Up, Moving My Ass......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SNMeOv5JpcI/AAAAAAAAAbE/vut0qOg92JY/s1600-h/moving.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247571229539935682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="309" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SNMeOv5JpcI/AAAAAAAAAbE/vut0qOg92JY/s400/moving.bmp" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhhh moving....As in moving from one place to another.....I hate it, dread it, but still, you'd think I'd be an expert by now. Grew up moving with my parents whenever a "better" opportunity came along in the way of building management, moving when I ran away and joined the Army, moving when I married an Army man, and of course the inevitable moving when the Army/Police man moved on to the trophy wife (please refer to &lt;a href="http://onknees.blogspot.com/2007/12/get-your-balls-out-of-your-wifes-purse.html"&gt;Balls 1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://onknees.blogspot.com/2007/12/get-your-balls-out-of-your-wifes-purse_08.html"&gt;Balls 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://onknees.blogspot.com/2007/12/get-your-balls-out-of-your-wifes-purse_08.html"&gt;-&lt;/a&gt;---and that was ALL by the age of 24.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hate it SO much, that I took 3 whole weeks to do it. I only moved as much as I could transport in my car one trip at a time, in the back seat and trunk without anything touching doors or ceiling of the car-unlike the illustration at left. Hence, the lack of update to my blog on a regular basis (well, as regular as it ever was).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The good news is that Im done and my life is settling into some semblance of its former self, albeit in a different setting. I HAVE although been finding things and making notes for future posts, so stay tuned.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-2801881905557372260?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/2801881905557372260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=2801881905557372260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/2801881905557372260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/2801881905557372260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/09/moving-moving-on-moving-out-moving.html' title='Moving, Moving On, Moving Out, Moving Along,Moving Up, Moving My Ass......'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SNMeOv5JpcI/AAAAAAAAAbE/vut0qOg92JY/s72-c/moving.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-2835769709965524369</id><published>2008-09-01T21:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:01:23.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrogate Cat Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLychpSeXjI/AAAAAAAAAak/Wks3fe2TzEY/s1600-h/catheatun8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241236168185372210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLychpSeXjI/AAAAAAAAAak/Wks3fe2TzEY/s400/catheatun8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kitty is in heat--My four-footed one,thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(no, Joe: Mine is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; on the shelf, Bucko)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The poor thing is so miserable and Im going to get her fixed...she is on the list at the Spay Shuttle. Palm Beach County's answer to low cost, conveyor belt styled spay and neutering services. She is #1600 or was when I called and scheduled 2 months ago....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meanwhile, she is miserable and so are we. Its not the caterwauling that is usually the norm,but rather the rubbing and grunting and squirming and POSTURING that is the problem. So, I went online---and here is what I found. Once I got done laughing at the sheer perversity of introducing a q-tip into my cats vagina and simulating sex, I hid all the q-tips in case my son happened to read this post. Without further ado....please read the article that started it all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://everything2.com/index.pl?node_id=737861"&gt;How To Calm A Cat In Heat&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--If anyone else has any realistic and less bestiality type hints, please feel free to let me know. Until then I will be attempting to cut in line at the Spay Shuttle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-2835769709965524369?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/2835769709965524369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=2835769709965524369' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/2835769709965524369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/2835769709965524369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/09/surrogate-cat-sex.html' title='Surrogate Cat Sex'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLychpSeXjI/AAAAAAAAAak/Wks3fe2TzEY/s72-c/catheatun8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-3703075243896805928</id><published>2008-08-28T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:50:55.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner With Julie Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLdiV0a8JzI/AAAAAAAAAac/aHgJLwAUIi8/s1600-h/old+waitress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239764818457274162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLdiV0a8JzI/AAAAAAAAAac/aHgJLwAUIi8/s400/old+waitress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A continuation of the &lt;a href="http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/08/flo-waitress-has-been-spotted-at.html"&gt;August 17th post&lt;/a&gt; where we make plans to go to dinner with a most excellent waitress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had agreed to meet at the Lantana Ale House, a kind of sports, music, inside /outside seating kind of place. I have eaten there quite often and knew that there was a variety of food which most likely would please all the members of our party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived, the sign at the door asked you to wait to be seated-Julie moves on past it, scans the area and chooses a set of tables that she proceeds to put together for us. We are still sheepishly inching our way towards the tables, waiting for a wait staff to question why we did not wait---I guess she thought better of asking after seeing how Julie took charge of the situation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are seated (by Julie) when suddenly our real waitress comes out and begins her spiel forgetting to mention "Todays specials". Julie jumps on that like white on rice---I was starting to feel afraid for the young waitress. Julie takes everyones drink order and then recites it back to the girl in an organized fashion along with our appetizer order. I thought this was the end of it and that the girl would take the hint that she needed to step up her game.  I relaxed and let out a deep breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we start perusing the menu and it turns out that Julie is the Gold Medal winner in the"I have some questions" event. Joe used to swear that it was me, but it turns out I cannot even score bronze against Julie. Of course, her questions are better than mine because she knows what goes on behind the scenes in a restaurant. My burning question is always, "Are the wings breaded or can I git em nekkid?", which is enough to make Joe roll his eyes and apologize for the trouble I causing...DICK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE did not say peep during Julies interrogation of the waitress concerning cooking methods, frozen or fresh, light or heavy, trans fat or not, cream versus milk, real ice tea vs powdered, etc. I kept waiting for him to comment....DICK. Not even a vein on his bald head stood out...DICK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, I appreciated Julies expertise as she timed the waitresses trips to the table, refills of water, accuracy of dinner order....NONE of which were to Julies standards. It came down to a tip countdown, whch is to say everytime the waitress did not DO what Julie considered to be timely and appropriate, the announcement was made of what her tip had decreased to. When I heard 17% and we had just been served...all thoughts of trying out this line of work some summer went right out the window...I was not worthy  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not quite sure what the final total was, although the bill was about $126.00 for six people....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to go out again with Julie and Mike...... and DICK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-3703075243896805928?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/3703075243896805928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=3703075243896805928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/3703075243896805928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/3703075243896805928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/08/dinner-with-julie-part-2.html' title='Dinner With Julie Part 2'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLdiV0a8JzI/AAAAAAAAAac/aHgJLwAUIi8/s72-c/old+waitress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-6624669761861963168</id><published>2008-08-26T05:52:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:06:13.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Sister 2008---Coming to a church social hall near you!!!</title><content type='html'>Rome-&lt;a href="http://www.palmbeachpost.com/search/content/shared-gen/ap/Feature_Stories/ODD_Nuns_Beauty_Contest.html"&gt;Italian Priest Organizes a Beauty Contest&lt;/a&gt;--Finally someone is recognizing that nuns are women too and need to start becoming as self involved and superficial as the rest of their gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know...whats the world coming to? But did you really think that the world of high fashion, makeup, cosmetic surgery, and bitchiness would &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; expand to include the very women that practically pioneered the concept of the basic black dress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not sure who the judges would be (thats a whole other blog post), but I would hope that they would be unbiased individuals with an appreciation for displays of womanly pulchritude. I mean, who can compete with Sophia Loren in a nuns habit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238995496544194178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="268" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLSmpY9jToI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xKMCg2_nbGs/s400/Sophia_Loren_388062a.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;I hope that we get to see some of this pageant, but while we are waiting, I have scoured the internet (okay, google images) for ideas as to what we would see... Im going to skip the Nuns Parade of Nations bit and go right to the talent show&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLSbirdjCaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/VOx5ZidMgY0/s1600-h/nun_girl_ruler_2_90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238983286623242658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="190" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLSbirdjCaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/VOx5ZidMgY0/s400/nun_girl_ruler_2_90.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Im thinking that many of these ladies would be performing this technique, perfected over many years of dealing with unruly Catholic school angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again there are the ones that have more of a Fine Arts bent and will wow you with their talent at painting from a live model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLSeXo5zrBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/JLPFjS9TfLo/s1600-h/nunpainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238986395492789266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLSeXo5zrBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/JLPFjS9TfLo/s400/nunpainting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What pageant would be complete without the Evening Gown competition? Black is a wonderful color. You can dress it up or down. An outfit you can wear from Convent, to classroom , to fetish convention to confessional, and back to the Convent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238984557082868162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLScsoSuecI/AAAAAAAAAZM/BlahbglPagA/s400/evening+gown.jpg" width="88" border="0" /&gt;The swimsuit competition is always popular (especially with the priests). Here is where the ladies can pull out all the stops and highlight their best assets . Modesty be damned...we gotta win!!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLSfvrgfowI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/uBk-YX3-TJo/s1600-h/nunswimsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238987908020413186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLSfvrgfowI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/uBk-YX3-TJo/s400/nunswimsuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as in any competition, there are winners and losers, and we would like to think that in the religious world, as community role models, that nuns would display admirable sportsmanship....well, you keep thinking that. Im here to tell you that they are just regular people and feel the ecstasy of winning&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238989456088067778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLShJyglbsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/7Wio7upuBrk/s400/paageantwinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                          and also the agony of defeat. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLShoSKSsOI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xJcLs2aUURE/s1600-h/nuns6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238989979980574946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="216" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLShoSKSsOI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xJcLs2aUURE/s400/nuns6.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gotta love it. Stay tuned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nun beauty pageant: Cat Fight at 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-6624669761861963168?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/6624669761861963168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=6624669761861963168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/6624669761861963168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/6624669761861963168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/08/miss-sister-2008-coming-to-church.html' title='Miss Sister 2008---Coming to a church social hall near you!!!'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SLSmpY9jToI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xKMCg2_nbGs/s72-c/Sophia_Loren_388062a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-3323208895329229987</id><published>2008-08-19T07:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:59:05.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunist? or Optimist?</title><content type='html'>In the midst of constant weather reporting, active tornado sightings and at least one causing damage in Wellington (just 10 miles from me), Im so glad that there are still people that can see the humor.....&lt;br /&gt;(Posted on Craigslist under the FREE category for Palm Beach County)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="ef" href="http://miami.craigslist.org/email.friend?postingID=803053579"&gt;email this posting to a friend&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://miami.craigslist.org/"&gt;south florida craigslist&lt;/a&gt; &gt; &lt;a href="http://miami.craigslist.org/pbc/"&gt;palm beach co&lt;/a&gt; &gt; &lt;a href="http://miami.craigslist.org/pbc/zip/"&gt;free stuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please &lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/help/flags_and_community_moderation"&gt;flag&lt;/a&gt; with care:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fl" id="flag16" title="Wrong category, wrong site, discusses another post, or otherwise misplaced" href="http://miami.craigslist.org/flag/?flagCode=16&amp;amp;postingID=803053579" jquery1219146653828="2"&gt;miscategorized&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="fl" id="flag28" title="Violates craigslist Terms Of Use or other posted guidelines" href="http://miami.craigslist.org/flag/?flagCode=28&amp;amp;postingID=803053579" jquery1219146653828="3"&gt;prohibited&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="fl" id="flag15" title="Posted too frequently, in multiple cities/categories, or is too commercial" href="http://miami.craigslist.org/flag/?flagCode=15&amp;amp;postingID=803053579" jquery1219146653828="4"&gt;spam/overpost&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="fl" id="flag9" title="Should be considered for inclusion in the Best-Of-Craigslist" href="http://miami.craigslist.org/flag/?flagCode=9&amp;amp;postingID=803053579" jquery1219146653828="5"&gt;best of craigslist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Free natural water.....forget Mona Vie (Rain-band)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Reply to: &lt;a href="mailto:sale-803053579@craigslist.org?subject=Free%20natural%20water.....forget%20Mona%20Vie%20(Rain-band)"&gt;mailto:sale-803053579@craigslist.org?subject=Free%20natural%20water.....forget%20Mona%20Vie%20(Rain-band)&lt;/a&gt;Date: 2008-08-19, 4:19AM EDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SKq0XmPHuRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/eF-8w4Lx3Rw/s1600-h/Fay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236195834265581842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SKq0XmPHuRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/eF-8w4Lx3Rw/s400/Fay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Put a bucket outside &amp;amp; get plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Rain-band&lt;br /&gt;it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interestsPostingID: 803053579&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-3323208895329229987?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/3323208895329229987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=3323208895329229987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/3323208895329229987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/3323208895329229987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/08/opportunist-or-optimist.html' title='Opportunist? or Optimist?'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SKq0XmPHuRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/eF-8w4Lx3Rw/s72-c/Fay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-4165446660775840752</id><published>2008-08-17T15:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:39:41.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Aging Lesbians--You Need to Change To "Digital" Programming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My friend Joe and I can speak/discuss/debate and bicker about a plethora of subjects. He is Republican and I am Democrat. He likes Nine Inch Nails and I like James Brown. I am easy going and he is easily excitable. One of the best things we have in common is that we are tolerant of other peoples differences whether they are religious, sexual, culinary or fashion related.&lt;br /&gt;So imagine my consternation when after telling a story ,multiple times, about a friend I have , who is a Lesbian and in her late 80's--Joe asks me if she is &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; a Lesbian. He asks me EVERY time. What does he think?&lt;br /&gt;I watched this movie "&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.kingfisherpress.com/images/P1010475Denchsat-45.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.kingfisherpress.com/Summer%25202007.htm&amp;amp;h=1423&amp;amp;w=2472&amp;amp;sz=2206&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=13&amp;amp;tbnid=-GBW4sXLObVT_M:&amp;amp;tbnh=86&amp;amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Daging%2Blesbian%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den"&gt;Notes On a Scandal&lt;/a&gt;" with Judi Dench &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SKh-KZokg-I/AAAAAAAAAY0/LXXTIJKmNAk/s1600-h/JudiDench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235573283963044834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="136" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SKh-KZokg-I/AAAAAAAAAY0/LXXTIJKmNAk/s400/JudiDench.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Cate Blanchett. Heres the gist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the best movies we've seen in a few years, "Notes on a Scandal" is a complex story, beautifully scripted and filmed by Director Richard Eyre. But let Rolling Stones' Peter Travers summarize it:&lt;br /&gt;Blanchett plays Sheba Hart, a new art teacher at London's St. George School. Beautiful and upper-class, Sheba has an older husband (the ever-amazing Bill Nighy) and a son with Down syndrome. She is also having it on with Steven Connolly (Andrew Simpson), one of her fifteen-year-old students. It's Sheba's bad luck that while giving Steven a vigorous blow job she's caught by Barbara Covett (Dench), a lesbian teacher who agrees not to make a scandal if Sheba will become her friend. There's more, much more. And until the film goes off the deep end of melodrama, you'll be riveted. This is the bravest, riskiest role of Dench's brilliant screen career.&lt;br /&gt;The film ends with Dench on the bench were she watches life pass by in front of her and awaits her next female victim. But her time on earth, and her profession life as a teacher, is growing short. Mixed up beauties like Blanchett don't come along every day. So a large part of her life is filled with bitter longing.&lt;br /&gt;The use of sonata form to tie in the parallels between beginning and ending is highly effective, and emotionally rounds off the drama on an appropriate dissonant chord. It is almost as though a serial killer lies in wait for her next victim. It is inevitable that she come along. We wait with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress...today as we were having breakfast--at Toojays--served by Julie---I got a call from my friend and Joe again asks---"Is she still a lesbian?" That did it....I turned to him and asked if he thought that women should change their thinking or how they express their sexuality if they are a lesbian of a certain age?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do they need to do? Change to "digitalization" as opposed to being with a partner? What was the solution? Should they contact "CUMCAST" for their needs? Tell me Joe...is their a cutoff age for Lesbians and their sexual orientation? I welcome your logical and pithy explanation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-4165446660775840752?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/4165446660775840752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=4165446660775840752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/4165446660775840752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/4165446660775840752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/08/attention-aging-lesbians-you-need-to.html' title='Attention Aging Lesbians--You Need to Change To &quot;Digital&quot; Programming'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SKh-KZokg-I/AAAAAAAAAY0/LXXTIJKmNAk/s72-c/JudiDench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-8153352599445616643</id><published>2008-08-17T14:17:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:00:41.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flo the Waitress Has Been Spotted at Toojays in Lake Worth</title><content type='html'>Dinner with Julie-Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SKhxwayF9NI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZrlxCcgk7GM/s1600-h/Julie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235559643455288530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" height="344" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SKhxwayF9NI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZrlxCcgk7GM/s400/Julie.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SKhvP1oZREI/AAAAAAAAAYc/POy59wKRqMs/s1600-h/alice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235556884703429698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="111" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SKhvP1oZREI/AAAAAAAAAYc/POy59wKRqMs/s400/alice.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SKhubVSODNI/AAAAAAAAAYU/_9fI7U9Kn_s/s1600-h/diner_logo.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember the show "&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/classics4ever/alice/index2.htm"&gt;Alice&lt;/a&gt;"? It was a show set in Mel's Diner in Phoenix, Arizona. There was Mel, the owner/cook, Vera the shy waitress, Alice the newly arrived single mom waitress and Flo-my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite because she was real- real honest, real loud, real intolerant of assholes and fools---My kinda woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a point of reference, the picture of the cast of "Alice" is pictured on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the left. The blonde woman is Flo. Dont worry about anyone else in the picture, she is the only one that matters, except for the customers she abused, which are NOT pictured and are too many to present here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now.....please see the image of Julie (real name) at top right. I think Julie resembles Flo. Just my opinion. That is where the resemblance ends. I thought Flo was "assertive". Julie makes Flo look like Mother fuckin Teresa. She is a waitress at Toojays deli in downtown Lake Worth, and has been in this line of work for years apparently and successful for her inimitable way of interacting with customers whether they are hers or not. She is great....like a mind reader almost.....don't piss her off and she will meet your every need---even before you know you have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends Joe and David invited me along to breakfast one morning and I met Julie. I thought she was great. Especially when she was having a conversation with us and told someone that was trying to speak that "they were not in this conversation and should shutup" -I think my dang nipples got hard.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had such a good time that Joe suggested we go to dinner later on. Julie's significant other Mike was at Toojays during all this&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235561384569728082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SKhzVw8H7FI/AAAAAAAAAYs/JMZBS703zoU/s400/Mike.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt; and thought dinner was a good idea. So we made plans......I was curious...what is it like to go out to dinner with a person who is a server-and a good one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-8153352599445616643?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/8153352599445616643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=8153352599445616643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/8153352599445616643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/8153352599445616643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/08/flo-waitress-has-been-spotted-at.html' title='Flo the Waitress Has Been Spotted at Toojays in Lake Worth'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SKhxwayF9NI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZrlxCcgk7GM/s72-c/Julie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923781517959598675.post-9090422595334347997</id><published>2008-07-29T17:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:52:41.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Now Half a Century Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SJ4RfYiztbI/AAAAAAAAAYA/t9sfn65M3vg/s1600-h/105_2595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232639047913158066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SJ4RfYiztbI/AAAAAAAAAYA/t9sfn65M3vg/s400/105_2595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 29, 1958-A day that will live in infamy!!! ---at least to the individuals who had the dubious pleasure of being around me as I grew up and some others that sauntered thrugh my life after adulthood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What other important milestones occurred on my birthdate? &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history.do?action=Landing&amp;amp;displayDate=7/29&amp;amp;categoryId=leadstory"&gt;THIS DAY IN HISTORY&lt;/a&gt; Check it out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what does reaching 50 mean? For me it means gratitude that I am still alive and have not killed myself with as many stupid stunts I have participated in. I will not list them here, but instead have documented many in about 15 journals so far which will not see the light of day until I am dead and cannot be held responsible for whats in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I have done many good things that I am proud of and in the acknowledgement of perhaps another 50 years on this earth, I hope to do as much good as possible before I depart.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im grateful for my parents, my sisters and their families, my children, and the handful of individuals I consider to be friends...and you know who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Happy Birthday to me and here's to another great 50.... Please fasten your seatbelts, its gonna be a bumpy ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923781517959598675-9090422595334347997?l=onknees.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/feeds/9090422595334347997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923781517959598675&amp;postID=9090422595334347997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/9090422595334347997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923781517959598675/posts/default/9090422595334347997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onknees.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-now-half-century-old.html' title='I Am Now Half a Century Old'/><author><name>Onknees  (not_onknees at the moment)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09099805499988690606'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYlXeZmYRJ8/SJ4RfYiztbI/AAAAAAAAAYA/t9sfn65M3vg/s72-c/105_2595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>