<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481</id><updated>2011-08-10T21:01:09.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedrock Babble</title><subtitle type='html'>This is me Babbling and rambling for no other reason than I like to talk and sometimes there's no one around so I share odd stuff! Have fun and leave comments if you wanna!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-3861440864927471825</id><published>2009-12-24T15:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:40:36.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin It On Holiday Eve!</title><content type='html'>I'm at work right now and it's calm... scary calm. I KNOW people will start heading out into the world for their holiday gatherings... maybe sliding into some accidents or drinking a bit too much spiked eggnog and starting some brawls... but for now... all is calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had a nice morning... woke up at my own pace... cuddled with my handsome man... and then got ready for the day! My daughter woke up a bit after the in-laws arrived... she slowly came down to join in on the relaxing morning activities of Baking and waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and his mother were baking a traditional Scandinavian Holiday Bread together - Mike's Dad Skip was outside shoveling snow for us... (I would have LOVED to help but we only have the one snow shovel) ... he said that being from Seattle... it was fun and something different! So I wouldn't want to ruin that for him! Don't want to take away from his enjoyment ya know!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house began to smell of delicious baked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yumminess&lt;/span&gt; as the risen bread, covered and rolled up, was warming in the oven. The light peeking through the window was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;twinkling&lt;/span&gt; off of the various Christmas Tree Ornaments... I enjoyed a cup of coffee and Mike's Dad came in and relaxed on the couch... using his cell phone to make the annual Christmas Well-wishing contacts with friends from years past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Shayla watched the baking and asked questions when she wanted pointers for what they were doing... we all exchanged stories from our respective holiday baking experiences or from recent and old holiday gatherings or traditions from peoples families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even had time to make ourselves some sandwiches with chips and use the time to go over the planned events coming up over the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning was amazing and relaxing... I even napped for an hour, got ready, then came in to work... Kissing my daughter on the forehead before I walked out the door... and I'm glad for Mike's help! He helped me carry boxes full of gift bags for my co-workers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I wish YOU a happy Holiday ... or Happy non Holiday for those who don't celebrate them... but mainly I send out happiness and warm feelings of contentment. Thank you for sharing parts of the last year with me! And best wishes for the next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-3861440864927471825?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3861440864927471825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=3861440864927471825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3861440864927471825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3861440864927471825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/12/workin-it-on-holiday-eve.html' title='Workin It On Holiday Eve!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-7305618780129229978</id><published>2009-12-11T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:20:25.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you read?</title><content type='html'>So Mike got done with class early today and we got to have a quickie lunch &lt;wink&gt; and we ate at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arby&lt;/span&gt;’s too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; it was so nice to get to run around with him before work for a few! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they have this sign that shows 5 roast beef regulars for five bucks!!! I was like OH YES!!!! So yummy then left overs and cheapo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to order and the 60 year old man working behind the counter points to the sign and says … “Do you see across the top there where it says “Saturdays and Sundays Only”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up my heart broken and my intelligence being damaged and I ALMOST responded like this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Um listen old man working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arby&lt;/span&gt;’s… NO I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t or I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have ordered it would I being that today is FRIDAY!?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead I felt dumb and I said… Oh no I’m sorry – then I got nervous and ordered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt; he suggested even though I knew it was chalk-full of onions… Mike helped me make it work because we swapped pieces of bread he took the side with onions and I took the “non onion” side of bread –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the curly fries were good with horsey sauce! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-7305618780129229978?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7305618780129229978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=7305618780129229978&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/7305618780129229978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/7305618780129229978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-you-read.html' title='Can you read?'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-1377573667765879722</id><published>2009-12-01T19:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:43:15.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog this Blog from a Blog</title><content type='html'>I am using my blog to blog about the blog I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt; a blog! The story isn't that exciting but the end results are! You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; Jell-o Shots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - thanks for &lt;a href="http://aholeboyfriend.blogspot.com/"&gt;"A$$&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;holeBoyfriend&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/a&gt; I found this Blog about Jello Shots and the many versions he's tried - some of these are amazing and fun! And could be added to or changed up! Who'd have thunk?  Check out &lt;a href="http://gelology.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gelology&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;  (Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GEOlogy&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GELology&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-1377573667765879722?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1377573667765879722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=1377573667765879722&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1377573667765879722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1377573667765879722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-this-blog-from-blog.html' title='Blog this Blog from a Blog'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-6511183228478806158</id><published>2009-11-28T18:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:16:26.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's Official!</title><content type='html'>ok it's official Bologna and Cheese sandwiches are great with a slight spread of Baconnaise! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a pic for Damon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.baconnaise.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SxQLX-qzB7I/AAAAAAAAF78/PrMIg8QZZZA/s400/baconaise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409961558966208434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baconnaise.com/"&gt;Click the pic to see the website!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-6511183228478806158?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6511183228478806158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=6511183228478806158&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/6511183228478806158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/6511183228478806158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-official.html' title='it&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SxQLX-qzB7I/AAAAAAAAF78/PrMIg8QZZZA/s72-c/baconaise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-3302270177468757336</id><published>2009-11-28T17:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:24:49.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play it again Sammy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todays topic: The Sandwich -- Definition... A sandwich is a food item consisting of two or more slices of bread with one or more fillings between them, or one slice of bread with a topping or toppings on top of the bread could be considered an "open-faced"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike made my lunch today! He asked if I'd like a sandwich. I of course would LOVE one! (I was very busy decorating the Christmas tree and Knitting!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked if I wanted: Turkey, Roast beef or Bologna? - I chose Bologna - then he asked if I wanted American Cheese or Provolone... I thought about it and chose American.. if you're doing bologna you should make it as trashy as you can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SxG-89SuOfI/AAAAAAAAF70/uz-dmOr37k0/s1600/invisiblesandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409314581903194610" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SxG-89SuOfI/AAAAAAAAF70/uz-dmOr37k0/s400/invisiblesandwich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I thought eating bologna was no big deal and in fact my mother made something called Bologna-spread for my dad too when I was younger. It was like a tuna salad concept but had bologna as the meat substance. then spread with cheese on open faced pieces of bread. Usually a weekend lunch item eaten during breaks from his yard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew friends of mine were the cute little girls on carts at the golf course selling refreshments - Burritos and sandwiches and drinks - but they told me they felt so shy to tell the guys they even had bologna sandwiches as a choice for them. ??? I Don't know why? I told them I love me some bologna (Do they have bologna in every country? or is this a USA thing?) and they laughed at me for being an adult and eating a "child's sandwich"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that only kids eat that stuff. I was so confused -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the more pressing question is... what is your favorite way of saying Sandwich? Do you say it as spelled? Traditional? Or do you find you're more often saying it as Sammy? Or Sam-witch? Or Sangwich? I like SANGwich! It's fun to say!! SAAAAANGWICH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm hungry. Why don't was spell the word Bologna like this : Boloney? since that's how we say it? So may questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SxG-8hVrvtI/AAAAAAAAF7s/H26Gd6UA5RA/s1600/sandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409314574399422162" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SxG-8hVrvtI/AAAAAAAAF7s/H26Gd6UA5RA/s400/sandwich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/795512967284879481-3302270177468757336?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3302270177468757336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=3302270177468757336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3302270177468757336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3302270177468757336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/11/play-it-again-sammy.html' title='Play it again Sammy!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SxG-89SuOfI/AAAAAAAAF70/uz-dmOr37k0/s72-c/invisiblesandwich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-1599670579621379673</id><published>2009-11-27T20:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:40:32.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day After Turkey</title><content type='html'>I have worked many odd hours and many jacked up schedules in my life. I rarely get a shift that is a day time shift - or weekend days off ... that would be a blessing - but I am thankful I have a job and like what I do.  Hard times come when (and other shift workers will get this!) when it's holiday or birthday time... or time for that big event everyone has been planning for... and you will either get to; A) make a cameo appearance before heading to work. B) Stop by after work if it's not too late. or C) try to make it next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was hard - I'm working 5 8 hour days (which is rare I usually have had 4 ten hour days each week or 3 12-hour shifts each week) so it's a blessing and a curse - My days off are Sunday and Monday - so THIS week while Americans were blessed all over the place for a "short work week" and thankful for Wednesday to be the last day they would have o go in to work this week... I was thinking.. DANG IT It's only my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day this week -I still am not even half way.. DARN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However - I reminded myself... if I didn't have wonderful people in my life - My friend and family - who I will miss time with, it wouldn't matter anyway... so I'll be thankful I actually am surrounded by people who would miss me and who I would miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET My friends and family worked it for me this year!!!! I got to go to my friend  Frank's house hours before work - eat with friends - My mom and sister stopped by... and I still had time for a small piece of Pie before work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went by fast and it was rather slow... Being a 911 dispatch center we get kind of used to dramatic things coming in. Annually we draw a turkey on our white board and for each turkey fire we have a tail feather gets colored in... this year was a "one-feather" year... boring in the dispatch center but I think a "one feather year" is something to be thankful for if you're the general public! It means out of all the thousands and thousands of homes - only ONE caught on fire from frying - baking cooking or what have you.. .to a turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now the day after turkey day and it's still turkey comatose in the dispatch center - few drunk holiday party's here and there but good thing about this holiday -0 we're all thankful for things we normally overlook and it sedates the crime - turkey induced peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for so much and I hope you are too! No matter which country you are from!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-1599670579621379673?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1599670579621379673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=1599670579621379673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1599670579621379673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1599670579621379673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-after-turkey.html' title='A Day After Turkey'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-7129568651078547360</id><published>2009-11-07T18:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:16:07.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't twitter?</title><content type='html'>I try to twitter but some people say they don't get it. I "get it" ... it's a chance to start conversation using limited amounts of characters. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; I do on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; though I don't have all the other freaky games or comments or pictures to go along with it unless I link to another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I think about this is I find myself evaluating my day to day actions and mentally contemplating if what I JUST DID is mentionable... and then... if it is... is it MENTIONABLE ENOUGH to replace my last status update!? I do it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and I've done hundreds on Twitter too but I find keeping up with BOTH rather a drag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to duplicate the SAME status for both? (I've done this many times by simply "copy and paste"-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; the info before accepting it) but then I feel a little less genuine about - like, "Well it's already been printed on this site so am I fraudulent if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;re post&lt;/span&gt; it on THIS site?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I were to update my status I'd say I just performed on command for a coworker who held her video phone up to my face and I wonder if she'll put it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;." I DID this! I sang Olivia Newton John on command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like my two active statuses that have been getting non stop comments today so I'm using my blog now to mention other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mentionables&lt;/span&gt; for my day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::now heading to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; to comment about blogging about twitter:::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-7129568651078547360?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7129568651078547360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=7129568651078547360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/7129568651078547360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/7129568651078547360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-twitter.html' title='I can&apos;t twitter?'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-3772116586447287995</id><published>2009-10-17T16:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:40:14.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Big to Enjoy the Vue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;DUDE... today was a great day for my family. We spent the morning with my Mom car shopping. She loves my cute nerdy Saturn Vue - it has space to lug stuff - it has nice clearance for when the snow falls here - and it's way nicer than her old VW Jetta which has been a bad omen since the day she and my Dad got it 11 years ago! HELL I tell you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway... my partner Mike rode in the car with my Mom making sure they didn't hear or see anything or feel any sort of things that my sister Mandi and I might have missed if we took the test drive with her! .... (we'd be blinded by the idea that this car is nicer than hers and tell her to just get it!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When they got back from the test drive my mom mentioned it had the ability in the drivers seat to raise and/or lower!!!! Well, of course I KNEW THAT!!!!! Yes yes I did! And truly.. I DID know that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; realize was that over the last 3 years I've had my car, I would sometimes reach down to my left and pull the lever to lean my seat forward or backward... it's a four door so this usually only occurred when someone else drove the vehicle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sometimes it seemed broken. It wouldn't work. Well that's because I had been raisin my seat without knowing it and slowly over the years I'd set it to the very highest setting and THIS Explains a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;See, I'd been thinking my weight gain from quitting smoking and from over eating and lack of exercise had all of a sudden started to cause me to be too big for my car. It was hard to get in and out of the car... I had to literally bend my head down sideways to be able to see when the traffic lights change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thing is... I've always been a big kid. ALWAYS! People thought my mother had a baby who was slightly retarded because when I was 4 months old I wore clothes that were size 18 months! SO I looked like a year and a half old child who should be walking and rambling but since I was only 3 or 4 months old in reality I was a HUGE Lump of chubby baby! I just layed there in her undersuzed motherly arms and I stared at people. I smiled a lot though! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was so fat as a baby that I never crawled! I had to roll from place to place! HAHA! I couldn't bend my legs to crawl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have ALSO been "too fat" to ride rides too at amusement parks! ... well... I should say too large. When they lower the "over the head" safety bar for me on a ride... it doesn't always even touch my belly... it can't be pressed down over my shoulders enough to latch (And lemme say when it is, it hurts!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But I'll take the pain to avoid the embarrassment of being told to get off the ride because I was too big! I thought this was going to happen in my own car!!! MY OWN CAR!!!!! I'm all of a sudden too large for my vehicle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was trying to figure out who would be the "ride operator" for my car!? Like who would walk over to me in the Mall Parking lot one day with a "height measuring stick" in a striped colorful "ride operator uniform" and break the news to me that I was too large to ride in my very own car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thankfully it didn't happen! Wahooooooo - So today when I'd said goodbye to my family and we went our separate ways... I pumped down my driver seat and it lowered SO MUCH that I almost feel too low! Like I was "Low Ridin" in my hot new Saturn Vue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This also means I'm NOT Alice in wonderland who bit off the wrong side of the candy and outgrew my car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/StpVa3gZIhI/AAAAAAAAF7M/rCY_QimLjJ4/s1600-h/alice-in-white-rabbit-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393717423794364946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/StpVa3gZIhI/AAAAAAAAF7M/rCY_QimLjJ4/s400/alice-in-white-rabbit-house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sometimes Old knowledge helps on new situations! Life is good! ... Relax Sit back and Enjoy the Vue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(Here's Moms New Car, It's Black) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/StpONNYC-3I/AAAAAAAAF68/9aGG1abwAV0/s1600-h/10-17-09_1324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393709492565375858" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/StpONNYC-3I/AAAAAAAAF68/9aGG1abwAV0/s400/10-17-09_1324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-3772116586447287995?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3772116586447287995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=3772116586447287995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3772116586447287995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3772116586447287995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-big-to-enjoy-vue.html' title='Too Big to Enjoy the Vue!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/StpVa3gZIhI/AAAAAAAAF7M/rCY_QimLjJ4/s72-c/alice-in-white-rabbit-house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-3700967920712083129</id><published>2009-10-03T17:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:49:35.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Furry Gay Guys Do Dallas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;I am so excited to say ........ I Got My Script for the Scene we'll be doing in our series of Videos!!!! No Not Porn ...Calm down Mom! Sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;No we're acting out scenes from the show from the 1980's ... Dallas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Re-enacted by a burly collection of furry gay "bears" from Denver ... can't wait... It's just in pre-production at this time but seeing the script for my first scene where I play PAM - a character normally acted by Victoria Principal... in my GMail inbox makes my "junk" tingle! Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://furrygayguysdodallas.blogspot.com/"&gt;FurryGayGuysDoDallas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://furrygayguysdodallas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kO_W8bOiZk4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kO_W8bOiZk4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/795512967284879481-3700967920712083129?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3700967920712083129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=3700967920712083129&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3700967920712083129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3700967920712083129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/10/furry-gay-guys-do-dallas.html' title='Furry Gay Guys Do Dallas!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-8495452391520209640</id><published>2009-10-01T22:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:23:27.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>911 Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call Taker (Me):&lt;/strong&gt; "911 what is your emergency?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caller (them):&lt;/strong&gt; "I don't want 911 but my phone is shut off can you pay my phone bill for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry this is 911. I can't pay your phone bill you'll have to use a phone that works to contact your phone company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caller:&lt;/strong&gt; I am going to be late to work and I need to let them know can you just call my phone company for me and pay my bill? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Um, no I can't if you'd like I can transfer your call to a work number if you like but otherwise you... (Interrupted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caller:&lt;/strong&gt; (Upset now) NO! I don't need you calling my work for me or trying any fancy footwork! Just PAY MY BILL so my phone works it won't let me do it myself!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Sir this is 911 ... your phone bill is NOT an emergency. If there is no other emergency I can send a police officer to your house and he can tell you how to use a land line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caller:&lt;/strong&gt; Screw You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No thank you sir is there anything else I can help you with tonight that pertains to the proper uses of calling 911?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CLICK::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sad thing is.. he called back - spoke to 2 other people some multiple times trying to get us to pay his phone bill? Am I jaded? Is this not ridiculous to most people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-8495452391520209640?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8495452391520209640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=8495452391520209640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8495452391520209640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8495452391520209640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/10/911-converstion.html' title='911 Conversation'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2245898538307329323</id><published>2009-09-26T21:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:03:59.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoodie Whoooooooooooo!</title><content type='html'>JD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoodie&lt;/span&gt; the traveling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoodie&lt;/span&gt; has finally made it to his next destination! Palm Bay Florida! He's visiting with a cute couple of bears down there... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://djrocco72.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bill&lt;/a&gt; and meeting many new friends... having PLENTY To drink to help him relax from such a long commute from Melbourne Australia where he visited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kez&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;a href="http://muttonchopmutant.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mutton Chopped Mutant&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see some pictures and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sr7fxk7pNAI/AAAAAAAAF6U/VXxIEvVS6Ik/s1600-h/DSC00859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385988247202116610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sr7fxk7pNAI/AAAAAAAAF6U/VXxIEvVS6Ik/s400/DSC00859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture is behind the bar "helping out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sr7fxPH9eDI/AAAAAAAAF6M/edAeVPEjMzQ/s1600-h/DSC00867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385988241348196402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sr7fxPH9eDI/AAAAAAAAF6M/edAeVPEjMzQ/s400/DSC00867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hoodie&lt;/span&gt; getting a bit of excitement revved up with the crowd on the Mic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sr7fwpPS_3I/AAAAAAAAF6E/8qL1yi5IwsU/s1600-h/DSC00862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385988231178420082" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sr7fwpPS_3I/AAAAAAAAF6E/8qL1yi5IwsU/s400/DSC00862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... Pole Dancing which lead to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sr7iPx9LonI/AAAAAAAAF6c/jIp0zU_2HjM/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385990965117559410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sr7iPx9LonI/AAAAAAAAF6c/jIp0zU_2HjM/s400/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making New Friends!? Buddy's? Pals? .... having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sr7fwCvsgQI/AAAAAAAAF58/n8P-wKjKLTc/s1600-h/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385988220845326594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sr7fwCvsgQI/AAAAAAAAF58/n8P-wKjKLTc/s400/DSC00844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying out in the sun - relaxing off the night before.... Having a drink... that orange thing is a water gun full of suntanning lotion.. that's how we do it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sr7fvsTEaRI/AAAAAAAAF50/ihWXZRGN5hY/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385988214819678482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sr7fvsTEaRI/AAAAAAAAF50/ihWXZRGN5hY/s400/DSC00855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now THIS we didn't think about... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hoodie&lt;/span&gt; Porn! YIKES! Better give this guy some privacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hoodie&lt;/span&gt; Times! More to come in the Adventures of "JD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hoodie&lt;/span&gt; the Traveling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hoodie&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See these pictures &amp;amp; more from: past present &amp;amp; future of JD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hoodie's&lt;/span&gt; travels around the globe @&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/JDHoodie"&gt;www.facebook.com/JDHoodie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-2245898538307329323?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2245898538307329323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2245898538307329323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2245898538307329323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2245898538307329323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoodie-whoooooooooooo.html' title='Hoodie Whoooooooooooo!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sr7fxk7pNAI/AAAAAAAAF6U/VXxIEvVS6Ik/s72-c/DSC00859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-3532515259587781787</id><published>2009-09-18T16:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:50:30.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor Of Bacon Everywhere....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I still have yet to try the new Baconnaise... I NEED to try it! Anyone seen any lately they'd like to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've blogged about Baconnaise before and it's a Bacon Flavored Mayo that is less sodium and less fat content than regular Mayonnaise. If you use it on a BLT (Bacon Lettuce and Tomato) Sandwich it'll be less a LOT of things but I've been told (By Oprah and friends) NOT Less on FLAVOR!!!!!!!! YUMMMMMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SrQONrTqWWI/AAAAAAAAF5c/Dvy5fbxOyMY/s1600-h/baconnaise.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382943082740865378" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SrQONrTqWWI/AAAAAAAAF5c/Dvy5fbxOyMY/s400/baconnaise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I have a wallet that looks like it's made with raw strips of Bacon... People KNOW I love the stuff...it keeps me in shape! (Round IS a shape so shut up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... My Boss Jackie was shopping at her local convenience store and saw a bag of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SrQOOxTTiaI/AAAAAAAAF5s/SGYU2HO68pg/s1600-h/09-16-09_1655.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382943101529852322" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SrQOOxTTiaI/AAAAAAAAF5s/SGYU2HO68pg/s400/09-16-09_1655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;She HAD to get them and now I've been munching on them all week! YES Bacon Flavored Sunflower Seeds! Delish! They taste super salty but in a brief comparison their sodium content is somewhat less than that of regular flavored Sunflower seeds! And it's made by the same company who developed Baconnaise and Bacon Salt (Which is a cool little start up company that began out of these guys' garage in Seattle Washington {Info again from my friend Oprah})&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this Blog to my friend Meghan who along with me has worshipped the likes of Bacon and Bacon products (And Billy Mayes may he R.I.P!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Bacon Dress Looks (And Smells) Like Bacon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SrQOOZbLbfI/AAAAAAAAF5k/XY7GBsmmE7o/s1600-h/Bacon+Dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382943095120424434" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SrQOOZbLbfI/AAAAAAAAF5k/XY7GBsmmE7o/s400/Bacon+Dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-3532515259587781787?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3532515259587781787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=3532515259587781787&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3532515259587781787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3532515259587781787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-honor-of-bacon-everywhere.html' title='In Honor Of Bacon Everywhere....'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SrQONrTqWWI/AAAAAAAAF5c/Dvy5fbxOyMY/s72-c/baconnaise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-6815566827918736200</id><published>2009-07-30T18:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:34:50.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No, Seriously... Make it gay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;So I've mentioned in earlier blogs that my partner Mike and I are in search of a "Gay-related" gift for the little girl who is coming home to our friends (Her new adoptive parents)! Well the date is getting closer and I've had my head FULL of possible ideas.. something as random as getting her dolls from "Rainbow Brite" or "Care Bears" line of toys. I am going to be sewing some clothing items for her too and thought I'd use a rainbow style pattern as well to add some "flare". HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met with the soon-to-be-parents (and friends of ours) the other night and we discussed some books I'd heard about but not read for children about being "different" than the rest. Similar to how smaller kids who may later identify as gay would appear out in the world today. Teaching acceptance and tolerance... teaching care and love for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find them but Facebook came through - Found the title of a duck involved book thanks in HUGS part to the help of Kez in Australia... (The Mutton Chopped Mutant!) And it's called "The Sissy Duckling" by Harvey Fierstein!!! ... another friend of mine known as D helped, he located a book telling a tale of same sex love between real life Penguins who live at the Central Park Zoo in NYC. The title for this book: "And Tango Makes Three" - looks so good - Well when I am at work I wanted to order these books but don't have access on the computer... so I asked my supervisor to do it for me! HAHAHA! She did! then as a suggestion through Amazon since I ordered BOTH books for the party... it offered yet a THIRD book called "A Different Dragon" I'm so psyched - I had them rush delivered to ensure they're here on time... I may also have to give one to another special little girl who's birthday is coming up. Sharing the big gay wealth in literature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to these wonderful and glamorous books... (Which I'm being told there are even MORE! See: "The Boy Who Cried FABULOUS!") We thought up some cool ideas and we also decided to get two KEN Dolls from the barbie line of dolls! One in a Tuxedo with Black hair (We wanted to get two in a tux but they only marry off the black haired Kens I guess and didn't want to introduce sibling relationships or anything odd with twins you know!? ) We decided the other doll would be a "Surfer Ken Doll" with blond hair, some shorts, a t shirt and surf board - then we got an outfit as an alternative but it's like a Sweater vest with a red shirt underneath - and some khaki shorts - like he's going to play tennis. So they can mix and match with one another outfits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Here's the kicker... Mike and I went to a store that's KNOWN to be busy and when we do... we usually go all the way behind the store to avoid the front of the store foot and car traffic... (trying to find parking and not hit people is so troublesome some times ya know!? ) and we park on the very back side of the building - it's got like ten parking spots and is used mainly for automotive needs. BUT It has it's own side/back entrance... and it has it's own registers which are seldom used and almost never have a line!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT picture this.. Jerrod &amp;amp; Mike at the register that is being manned by a checkout guy/mechanic who's covered in auto grease head to toe &amp;amp; he's missing some teeth... in our shopping basket... a bottle of carpet cleaner, 2 ken dolls and one Ken sized change of "gay mens tennis sweater vest outfit" to buy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who? Us? Gay? NOOOOOO!?!!!!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we kind of hurried on our merry little way after the transaction was done! But we gt the dolls! Wahooooooo! And the books are ordered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SnJFjD0m4qI/AAAAAAAAF44/6FDuM6WWjf8/s1600-h/a12.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364426574775378594" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SnJFjD0m4qI/AAAAAAAAF44/6FDuM6WWjf8/s400/a12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/795512967284879481-6815566827918736200?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6815566827918736200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=6815566827918736200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/6815566827918736200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/6815566827918736200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-seriously-make-it-gay.html' title='No, Seriously... Make it gay!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SnJFjD0m4qI/AAAAAAAAF44/6FDuM6WWjf8/s72-c/a12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2445067921092643313</id><published>2009-07-23T19:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:50:49.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Deuce?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denver's channel 2 Has had many changes in the last 20 years or so... used to be Just channel 2... or known as Denver's Channel 2. Nothing fancy... then they became Channel 2 the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WB&lt;/span&gt;"! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well THEN they became the CW... obviously some buying and selling and name changing of sorts took place somewhere.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah... get this... they are now.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE DEUCE!? and I'm thinking SERIOUSLY? I say that when I want to be crude and let people know I took ... may take or need to drop a Deuce!? Am I the only one? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their Website even.,.. is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.2thedeuce.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.2thedeuce.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Help us! Oh and they're still currently the CW network too so "throw that in your drink and stir it!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmkTKEBWKiI/AAAAAAAAF4w/-WJRmRGAA14/s1600-h/2thedeuce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361837894960294434" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmkTKEBWKiI/AAAAAAAAF4w/-WJRmRGAA14/s400/2thedeuce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-2445067921092643313?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2445067921092643313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2445067921092643313&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2445067921092643313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2445067921092643313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-deuce.html' title='What the Deuce?'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmkTKEBWKiI/AAAAAAAAF4w/-WJRmRGAA14/s72-c/2thedeuce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2925967539511104627</id><published>2009-07-23T17:15:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:01:19.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6th picture!! Maybe NSFW?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I got a text then thought it'd be fun to send the same text out and then post what I got back... Mind you I'm eager to share due to the amount of crazy oddball pictures I got...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The text said: Send me the 6th picture in ur Phone! No cheating! Send the 6th picture and I will blog it unless it's of a person you don't want blogged!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here are some of the random I got! Enjoy -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is #6 for a friend who was price comparing for a door she wants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Smj6U3F1Q3I/AAAAAAAAF4A/jABUJz_oJOg/s1600-h/0622091214a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361810592677315442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Smj6U3F1Q3I/AAAAAAAAF4A/jABUJz_oJOg/s400/0622091214a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is a #6 for a friend that needed to recall what is outside his window for family who was compaining weather was too cold... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Smj6UioXhfI/AAAAAAAAF34/0ZjTPVSZSPI/s1600-h/scotty+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361810587185022450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Smj6UioXhfI/AAAAAAAAF34/0ZjTPVSZSPI/s400/scotty+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is from a supervisor of mine... This IS her #6 it's a bear... I think it's stuffed and no longer with us and might be on exhibit at the great outdoors store in town!? (Her #7 was a hot pic of her husband doing something embarressing and I think she wished that was her #6 because she sent it too but refused to let me post it! HAHA!) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjytOg4KUI/AAAAAAAAF3w/zj9102931P0/s1600-h/Photo047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361802215188605250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjytOg4KUI/AAAAAAAAF3w/zj9102931P0/s400/Photo047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down to find a Potatoe Bar sent from a friend who is also a chef and part time caterer!&lt;br /&gt;Fitting for that friend for sure! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Smjysy_p8tI/AAAAAAAAF3o/i3yZ6-xMmSs/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361802207801504466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Smjysy_p8tI/AAAAAAAAF3o/i3yZ6-xMmSs/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then below we have a person drawing a picture - pretty cool picture in multiple ways actually! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjyseePW3I/AAAAAAAAF3Y/AxNFDvggc7o/s1600-h/imagejpeg_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361802202292640626" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjyseePW3I/AAAAAAAAF3Y/AxNFDvggc7o/s400/imagejpeg_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is an awesome picture it's a HUGE bird Cage (aviary) in a garden filled sun room or a sun filled garden room at a friends house! So beautiful in person too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjysPG5gbI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/Z4M4Dtx9NU0/s1600-h/0703090836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361802198168207794" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjysPG5gbI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/Z4M4Dtx9NU0/s400/0703090836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a #6 from a friend of mine who saw this sign while out... it's translated below too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjyslSHpCI/AAAAAAAAF3g/munBcA9pJCI/s1600-h/imagejpeg_2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361802204120851490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjyslSHpCI/AAAAAAAAF3g/munBcA9pJCI/s400/imagejpeg_2_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Beware of Pickpockets and Loose Women"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below, I was around for this #6 picture! It is the leftovers of a 7 lb burrito! If eaten completely without vomiting by a man you get the $12 burrito free &amp;amp; a picture with the owner and your empty plate on the wall! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're a girl who finishes all 7 lbs... you get the same.. BUT You eat for free! This one was Mike's left over food after he ate all he could that night... our friend Stacey finished hers in under 2 hours! She eats free for life!!! she's the 7th girl or so to do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjvjjebvpI/AAAAAAAAF2w/USeqOmb0-hk/s1600-h/0611092013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361798750481923730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjvjjebvpI/AAAAAAAAF2w/USeqOmb0-hk/s400/0611092013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next two go together... it says not to cheat so the next one is my friends actual #6... it's a septic system.. she does landscaping and stuff so you never know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjvkOedXdI/AAAAAAAAF3I/kgl4It_UfDk/s1600-h/0723090848a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361798762024754642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjvkOedXdI/AAAAAAAAF3I/kgl4It_UfDk/s400/0723090848a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she thought it was lame! (She's not the only one many people I couldn't include thought their #6 was lame but I only didn't include them if they have people's faces who didn't give permission or their kiddos or something!) So she then sent this one... the fact she could TAKE this one is impressive to me! She fed him and let him go! Cute little garbage thieving raccoon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Smj8mJ4M74I/AAAAAAAAF4I/U6RGodZhguk/s1600-h/0723091013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361813088801451906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Smj8mJ4M74I/AAAAAAAAF4I/U6RGodZhguk/s400/0723091013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the next #6 pic below is from a friend who ALSO said his was LAME... Seriously? I think it's perfectly random and exactly what this text message/blog game is about!&lt;br /&gt;HONK! HONK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjvjWxkAJI/AAAAAAAAF2o/f77RpIpW7bc/s1600-h/0501091037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361798747072495762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjvjWxkAJI/AAAAAAAAF2o/f77RpIpW7bc/s400/0501091037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a cute doggy who a friend of mine had as their #6....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmkFukVoBfI/AAAAAAAAF4o/06w6aKLVIjM/s1600-h/SNC00140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361823128947787250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmkFukVoBfI/AAAAAAAAF4o/06w6aKLVIjM/s400/SNC00140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what Happened when a different cute dog got ahold of someone's glasses! Now THIS is a fashion statement! AND a #6 to be sent for sure!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmkFtoRh2TI/AAAAAAAAF4g/xSun76FCJxk/s1600-h/07-11-09_0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361823112824478002" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmkFtoRh2TI/AAAAAAAAF4g/xSun76FCJxk/s400/07-11-09_0953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here is the first of two snakes.... SO snake phobics scroll past... but this is a #6 for a friend of mine here at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmkFtuuEXgI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/S8_8Fr7wvvA/s1600-h/0605091424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361823114554793474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmkFtuuEXgI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/S8_8Fr7wvvA/s400/0605091424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warning: Below snake #2 is GROSS! lol But it was someones #6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjvjxP7MkI/AAAAAAAAF3A/g4sT_hViSUs/s1600-h/0723091033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361798754179166786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmjvjxP7MkI/AAAAAAAAF3A/g4sT_hViSUs/s400/0723091033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;Below thank goodness for this next picture because gay straight or otherwise it's better than the last one! But at the same time... thank goodness for nasty hilarious pictures... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Smj-Y_BhwOI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/yCcZHnb68YI/s1600-h/muscles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361815061572731106" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Smj-Y_BhwOI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/yCcZHnb68YI/s400/muscles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUM! Have fun! Play along! &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/795512967284879481-2925967539511104627?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2925967539511104627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2925967539511104627&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2925967539511104627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2925967539511104627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/07/6th-picture-maybe-nsfw.html' title='6th picture!! Maybe NSFW?'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Smj6U3F1Q3I/AAAAAAAAF4A/jABUJz_oJOg/s72-c/0622091214a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-7672597518998717631</id><published>2009-07-22T16:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:31:11.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it Gay!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have these friends who’re adopting a child. The little girl is not newborn. In fact she’s a few years old and living in an orphanage in Belize. But she’s coming home soon. The little girl has a Brittle Bone condition called Osteogenesis imperfecta (OI) . This bone condition is the same condition that my friends who are adopting her have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could break a bone from sneezing.. their build is small in stature and most people if not all with this condition don’t walk and have grown up having surgery after surgery for preventative and repairative issues in their aging processes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were younger Lisa (the soon to be mother) has wanted a child. We’ve discussed how the growth of a newborn in her body might not be possible and if it DID happen it might hurt them both physically to carry the pregnancy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lisa has been married to her childhood friend Chris… Chris also has the bones frailty that Lisa has… as do many of our other friends that we’ve made through the years… you find someone who is like you and you tend to gravitate towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO… my story is this. Their new daughter comes home soon and we’ve been invited to the welcome home party for her!!! Well their new daughter may be a few years old but is of course of the tiny stature that Lisa and Chris both are. She has a very nice electric wheel chair too I’ve been told. So you have to take into consideration some of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also you have to find out what her room “theme” is and what she likes… you have to find out her size in clothes… and THIS is why I called Lisa from the store we were in while shopping for Anisee (A niece E).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa informs me that her new daughter wears a size 3T or 4. That’s perfect now I know. She also likes Frogs and Pigs and the color pink. And I know Lisa has the love of food and cooking and runs a part time catering company for smaller events or personal in home meals. &lt;a href="http://thelittlechef.info/"&gt;http://thelittlechef.info/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO… Mike and I were shopping… finding CUTE but overpriced clothes and awesome cooking sets and even doll houses made to keep recycling and living “green” in mind made of all recycled and natural materials. It was actually very cool but rather pricey… the wall art was awesome but then again I haven’t seen the room yet so what if I get her something then she feels obligated to hang but it doesn’t match the scheme!? Then what? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Lisa and asked her what size she is and how you spell her name and she gave me the rundown of the 4 or 5 names they have for her and they gave her size but then she asked me this…. Oh hey I want you and Mike to get her something that somehow has something to do with being gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK This is awesome! I have actually had many a friend or family member in the past tell me to tone it down.. or to maybe keep things on the down low while around their friends. And I’ve been invited to MANY wedding showers and baby showers and been the only male because of who I am. But this is the first time they’ve actually requested that me AND my partner bring something specifically gay for their child! I love it! Awwww! They are going to make the best parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I hope they don’t read my blog!) So we saw some cute kitchen stuff and it started a theme… Mike and I bought her a Kids cooking with the parents cook book. And I fell in love with some cute sun dresses and some awesome small designer kitchen aprons for children… but rather than pay the money they’re asking… I’m going to get help from my mother and we’ll MAKE them for her. So we’ll find her a cute pattern for a sundress and then make one up for a cool kitchen apron … maybe flower with her Initials on it?! But the cook book looks super cool and then Mom can share her love of cooking with her new daughter in a kitchen that’s been created with lowered counter tops and special ovens and stove tops… smaller accessible side by side refrigerators with slide out shelves… cabinets with lowered accessibility! It should be perfect… now if I can only sew it… hmmmm! Hahah! I figured I would make a rainbow one and maybe throw in a rainbow brite doll or care bears.. something pride like. But I will keep adding to it if I can! Hahaah I’m so excited to see another dream come true for so many people all at once!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmegOLWBybI/AAAAAAAAF2g/jHiOs8rxoBc/s1600-h/gayapron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361430046831659442" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmegOLWBybI/AAAAAAAAF2g/jHiOs8rxoBc/s400/gayapron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-7672597518998717631?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7672597518998717631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=7672597518998717631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/7672597518998717631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/7672597518998717631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-it-gay.html' title='Make it Gay!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SmegOLWBybI/AAAAAAAAF2g/jHiOs8rxoBc/s72-c/gayapron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2469252355659714008</id><published>2009-07-09T04:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:38:41.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ummmmm? Is this normal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SlXIJAvnt7I/AAAAAAAAF1w/6JzAZ9WejHU/s1600-h/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356407388971186098" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SlXIJAvnt7I/AAAAAAAAF1w/6JzAZ9WejHU/s400/a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SlXIJKp8o1I/AAAAAAAAF1o/TDb7n8zXhiY/s1600-h/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356407391631745874" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SlXIJKp8o1I/AAAAAAAAF1o/TDb7n8zXhiY/s400/a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;So Check it out - I have 8 tattoos some large some small but most pretty visible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I have a tattoo of my daughters footprint the day she was born - I have my dad's zodiac symbol on my forearm in memory of him. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fred&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Flintstone&lt;/span&gt; with his daughter pebbles on his shoulders &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;representing&lt;/span&gt; me and my daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I have more... But one I have had for almost 3 years now is from Rainbow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brite&lt;/span&gt;. It's a fuzzy looking little green guy and he's on my lower inner leg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Well He's sick. Mind you this is the only tattoo that I've ever had to give me problems while healing. Certain sections of the tattoo seemed to stay reddish in color around the outside of where color SHOULD be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;NOW &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;though&lt;/span&gt; in the last couple months the sections of my little tattoo that are supposed to be red... are swollen (It looked like I had his nose and feet puffed up with little implants!) Only the red pigment of my tattoo has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW - it's blistering open and gross and pissed... wanna see? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; It's gross....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SlXHlJ7m_rI/AAAAAAAAF1g/nw1h5JvhFcA/s1600-h/07-09-09_infected+tattoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356406772962098866" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SlXHlJ7m_rI/AAAAAAAAF1g/nw1h5JvhFcA/s400/07-09-09_infected+tattoo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SlXHkz26sII/AAAAAAAAF1Y/pUBUVCTrQ18/s1600-h/infectedtattoo0709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356406767036838018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SlXHkz26sII/AAAAAAAAF1Y/pUBUVCTrQ18/s400/infectedtattoo0709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Told you! Anyway - I'm off to see the doctor tomorrow if I can get an appointment and stay awake - I work until 5 am and they don't open to make an appointment until 7 am - and then it wouldn't be until 8 am at the very earliest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-2469252355659714008?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2469252355659714008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2469252355659714008&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2469252355659714008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2469252355659714008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/07/ummmmm-is-this-normal.html' title='ummmmm? Is this normal?'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SlXIJAvnt7I/AAAAAAAAF1w/6JzAZ9WejHU/s72-c/a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-3709913323392245067</id><published>2009-07-02T04:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T04:22:12.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be Flaky!</title><content type='html'>SO this last weekend was Gay Pride here in Denver! We had all sorts of booths for food and gay friendly services like dog sitters and stuff set up all over down town Denver's Civic Center Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS HOT! I spent much time outside walking around and the nights with little to no sleep so I could hang out with friends and family. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well by the end of Sunday's Parade and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pride fest&lt;/span&gt; times... my face was burnt. YES I applied some sunscreen and rubbed it in but my face and forehead SWEAT like a thin plastic soda filled cup on a warm day. WET! So usually I get some sun on my cheeks and forehead... now that my hair is buzzed it's my whole scalp too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to today and my handy dandy lesbian Roberta. I call her Bertie. (Like the character played by Sandra Bullock on Hope Floats!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I work with her but we are also friends outside of the workplace. Anyway, I'm at work and as each person came up to talk to me today I would have to intercept their shocked faces with a quick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acknowledgement&lt;/span&gt; that "YES I know I'm peeling on my face" and "Yes I DID use sunscreen but I sweat it off!" we'd laugh and then move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've applied Lida cane and sunburn stuff and lotion to help but this happens sometimes.. I burn I peel and then it turns to suntan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO As I'm sitting here clearing criminal records for different police officers I'm seeing out of the corner of my eyes that small bits of skin is hanging off my face or floating from my forehead onto the paper I'm writing on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it leads me to picking it off... sometimes large &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; pieces of thin dead skin come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;right off&lt;/span&gt; and I throw it away.. but it's slow going and gross. I decided to use the roll of tape sitting next to me.. but it's scotch tape and light in it's pull of dead skin cells from my peeling forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lesbian Bertie sees me using a rolled inside out piece of tape on my forehead and I ask her if she has any Duct tape... thinking it'd be stronger and more effective. It was a joke.. she is a lesbian after all and used to work at Home depot so then I thought maybe it would be an effective little jab producing some duct tape. Alas I was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... she DID have black thick electrical tape from when she was fixing her cars tire for something. She's so handy! I groped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;for the&lt;/span&gt; roll of black thick sticky love and I cute a strip off. I then put it on my forehead and she was "So grossed out" yet she says "But I wanna RIP it off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did and the sticky underside after just one rip was covered in dead skin... it HURT like A bitch too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OUCH!" I said.. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;" she said then we did it again! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our boss was then watching us use and re use more of the tape and now I have less falling off my face.! Besides... I'm going back to Seattle Washington this weekend for the holiday and seeing Mike's family and friends... I can't peel off slabs of dead skin into their soup... it doesn't make for good visit memories you know!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLAKY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-3709913323392245067?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3709913323392245067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=3709913323392245067&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3709913323392245067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3709913323392245067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-be-flaky.html' title='Don&apos;t be Flaky!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-8400093450359102410</id><published>2009-06-30T23:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:52:08.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Book!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I am a reader - Never thought I'd say that as I was growing up. But I wanted to let people know that I am almost down to one book! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Status Report on my current Reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skr4St3tJbI/AAAAAAAAF1I/684XWtoUxiY/s1600-h/servant.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353364107517830578" style="WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skr4St3tJbI/AAAAAAAAF1I/684XWtoUxiY/s400/servant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Servant of the Bones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Anne Rice -- I'm at the Climactic end I think... almost done and have been trying to read this for two years now off and on. (So almost done!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skr4SjRhJQI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/dCEa8Ws_dyM/s1600-h/markedcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353364104673305858" style="WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skr4SjRhJQI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/dCEa8Ws_dyM/s400/markedcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Marked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - By Mother/Daughter team PC &amp;amp; Kristin Cast. - Just picked this up at work it was laying around - people read books then set them out... Been reading it for about a month? (So Almost done about 2 chapters left?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skr4SPiVrcI/AAAAAAAAF04/AIWt8j_WJ4o/s1600-h/insomnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353364099375148482" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skr4SPiVrcI/AAAAAAAAF04/AIWt8j_WJ4o/s400/insomnia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Insomnia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - By Stephen King - This is my first Stephen King book ever! Friend from work was telling me I should read one and see - so she brought it in to me... it's HUGE - but good s0 far, about 200 pages in or so. (May take some time and might end up being my one book!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I've also started a book my friend Dalton bought for me a few years ago on one of his trips home from NY! (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonathon Strange &amp;amp; Mr Norrell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) It's a book about an old society of Magicians and how they challenged a man who was reported to be magical and he said if he did this challenge and proved he could perform magic they would be banned from calling themselves "Magicians" since they only studied it - then he used powers to help in warfare in London... it's very "Sparkly" and little bits of fancy all over - but it's also HUGE and kind of slow going in some spots - though I'd say I am about 300 pages in or so I still am not gonna count this one because I haven't actively read any for almost 8 months now. It may be my next goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skr4ScrlLkI/AAAAAAAAF1A/LLH2WTxyAk0/s1600-h/jonathonnorrell.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353364102903574082" style="WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skr4ScrlLkI/AAAAAAAAF1A/LLH2WTxyAk0/s400/jonathonnorrell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Someone asked me how I keep the stories straight... I usually do it without a problem. I explained reading multiple books to me is like when you watch different movies or even better as an example would be watching TV - each show is continued with the next chapter the next week... you wouldn't NOT watch another show for fear you would confuse Ugly Betty with this seasons Nip Tuck. You just enjoy what you can when you can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;OK I was glad to almost be down to one book so thought I'd share. thank you! Have a nice day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&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/795512967284879481-8400093450359102410?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8400093450359102410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=8400093450359102410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8400093450359102410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8400093450359102410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-book.html' title='One Book!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skr4St3tJbI/AAAAAAAAF1I/684XWtoUxiY/s72-c/servant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-940194570670003255</id><published>2009-06-29T01:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:12:18.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Screaming and Yelling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skho5cTquUI/AAAAAAAAF0g/N5pg4qEOoJc/s1600-h/bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352643493190351170" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skho5cTquUI/AAAAAAAAF0g/N5pg4qEOoJc/s400/bm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say it isn't so!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Mays is dead? Seriously? NOOOOOOOO! Ok when Farrah Fawcett, Ed McMahon and Michael Jackson all died this week I was sad - I even cried earlier today when I heard a song played by MJ -- But NOT my BILLY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I don't mean this to be disrespectful I'm just commenting - I've blogged in the past about my crush on him - how Billy Mays had this hot smile thick beard and GORGEOUS Body that he used alongside his BOISTEROUSLY loud voice - He did TV selling of all sorts of products. The two most memorable would be OxyClean and Orange Glo. YUM -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to try out some new products from the adult store with him and hear how loud he could yell my name! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad these people in our lives through celebrity have passed on.. I wish them ALL the best in the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to them too for making our lives a little bit (If not a lot bit) more fun and entertaining and ... well... clean! (Except in my mind!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skho5rFHJQI/AAAAAAAAF0o/6NifscRylJQ/s1600-h/billymays2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352643497155831042" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skho5rFHJQI/AAAAAAAAF0o/6NifscRylJQ/s400/billymays2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skho50CfmgI/AAAAAAAAF0w/bdjLRgZ7UNg/s1600-h/billymays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352643499560770050" style="WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skho50CfmgI/AAAAAAAAF0w/bdjLRgZ7UNg/s400/billymays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-940194570670003255?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/940194570670003255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=940194570670003255&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/940194570670003255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/940194570670003255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-more-screaming-and-yelling.html' title='No More Screaming and Yelling!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Skho5cTquUI/AAAAAAAAF0g/N5pg4qEOoJc/s72-c/bm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-4744233177491947891</id><published>2009-06-24T19:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:58:43.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's HOT!</title><content type='html'>I sleep day time hours - and work Night time hours right now! this will change off and on depending on my work shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home this morning around 530 am - and I cuddled and chatted with Mike until he headed off to work - He took my car in and I got my oil changed and car washed and somewhat detailed - inside windows washed - my license plate holder attached and tightened - and much more I'm sure - While this was all happening I was at home trying to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awesome heat wise - this summer has supplied much rain for Colorado - more than normal. But even on hot days we have a swamp cooler that cools the house if we open the right windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except today!!! - Today it was hot and muggy (which in Colorado does NOT happen! It's always DRY as  bone!) and I could NOT get it to cool down&lt;br /&gt;the Swamp cooler was on high but it wasn't cold - I was groggy and sleepy and couldn't get back to sleep for the hot uncomfortable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out later it was on VENT not COOL! DANG IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Gay Pride is this weekend in Denver - Friends from California are in town now - friends from all over town will be meting up - and some dancing is in order -y0u should be fun! You should meet up with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-4744233177491947891?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4744233177491947891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=4744233177491947891&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4744233177491947891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4744233177491947891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-hot.html' title='That&apos;s HOT!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-4177921959499926111</id><published>2009-06-16T00:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:41:33.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Masks at my place!</title><content type='html'>I think we should all take a moment to enjoy a good Masquerade Ball -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics for the ball we had at our house a couple weeks ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sjc9qOEsBJI/AAAAAAAAFAw/-zwJFkHtJOQ/s1600-h/Dirty_thirtyMGG_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347810878067311762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sjc9qOEsBJI/AAAAAAAAFAw/-zwJFkHtJOQ/s400/Dirty_thirtyMGG_015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sjc9p2RuqPI/AAAAAAAAFAo/n-hbMGGqgAM/s1600-h/Dirty_thirtyMGG_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347810871679559922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sjc9p2RuqPI/AAAAAAAAFAo/n-hbMGGqgAM/s400/Dirty_thirtyMGG_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja Hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sjc9psOCRwI/AAAAAAAAFAg/yKwr0BEx7kA/s1600-h/Dirty_thirtyMGG_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347810868979713794" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sjc9psOCRwI/AAAAAAAAFAg/yKwr0BEx7kA/s400/Dirty_thirtyMGG_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and My little one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoody&lt;/span&gt; Note:)*********&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day! Oh and keep your eyes peeled for the Sisterhood of the traveling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoody&lt;/span&gt; Updates - this John Deer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hoody&lt;/span&gt; of mine is about to go on an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows ... along the way it may get a new zipper? or a patch added to it? I don't know - but it's gonna have fun and we're going to follow it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop to be announced... but had been determined!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-4177921959499926111?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4177921959499926111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=4177921959499926111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4177921959499926111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4177921959499926111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/masks-at-my-place.html' title='Masks at my place!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sjc9qOEsBJI/AAAAAAAAFAw/-zwJFkHtJOQ/s72-c/Dirty_thirtyMGG_015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-4599864831794696870</id><published>2009-06-15T23:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:41:24.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Move those things down will ya!?</title><content type='html'>I'm basically writing a quick blog to move the picture of Mike in his silver haired glory with those large Breasticles...DOWN on the page a bit! (my last blog)  This way when I open my blog up at work you don't see him all smiles with his proud Boobage in view right away! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO - at work we always have to figure out odd hours or shifts to cover the place 24 hours a day and 7 days a week for 4 police agencies - and 8 fire departments along with extra ambulance agencies all being monitored for emergent dispatch at the drop of a hat... it's a pain in the butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just voted or "Bid" for the shift I want out of what's left - the list gets chosen by each employee according to their "seniority" or time with the company. Some of these people have been here since I was being popped out of a "vag" into this fine world of ours. So it'll be some time before I'm ever at the top of any lists in this work place! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with a "swing" shift - not days and not Graveyard shift - but from 3pm to 11 pm I'll be working! This is also the LONGEST time frame our Bid will cover - the new shifts begin in July and run all the way  to mid January of 2010!!!! Can't believe we're half a year away from 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the Ting Tings right now and they make me happy! (Side note!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to my work schedule - I will not have off for any holidays this year... BUT I DO have off for my daughters 15th birthday so that's AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in over ten years I will be working 5 days with 8 hour shifts each week - rather than 4 ten-hour days or 3 12-hour days~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have off Sunday and Monday each week- which Means I will not be able to go out on Saturday nights - or Friday nights until 11pm if people are out I can try to meet up for a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll have all day Sunday off and I'll have Snuggle time each night with Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to meet me for breakfast? I'll be off! Hmmmmm-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-4599864831794696870?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4599864831794696870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=4599864831794696870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4599864831794696870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4599864831794696870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/move-those-things-down-will-ya.html' title='Move those things down will ya!?'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-4765900316302816370</id><published>2009-06-09T23:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:16:35.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone Costume Shop!</title><content type='html'>I sent this picture to Mike's dad... for fun... he told me to make sure he's eating his vegetables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si9BdJIk_6I/AAAAAAAAE9Q/bpKeByG-hGM/s1600-h/05-28-09_1756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345563251635978146" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si9BdJIk_6I/AAAAAAAAE9Q/bpKeByG-hGM/s400/05-28-09_1756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives me idea's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si9Bc-EqkCI/AAAAAAAAE9I/4u6CJU3ngLk/s1600-h/jmggreenhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345563248666775586" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si9Bc-EqkCI/AAAAAAAAE9I/4u6CJU3ngLk/s400/jmggreenhair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THIS scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si9Bc0-sANI/AAAAAAAAE9A/Pou67adeVQQ/s1600-h/05-28-09_1758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345563246225785042" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si9Bc0-sANI/AAAAAAAAE9A/Pou67adeVQQ/s400/05-28-09_1758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-4765900316302816370?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4765900316302816370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=4765900316302816370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4765900316302816370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4765900316302816370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/cell-phone-costume-shop.html' title='Cell Phone Costume Shop!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si9BdJIk_6I/AAAAAAAAE9Q/bpKeByG-hGM/s72-c/05-28-09_1756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-3971409004390150481</id><published>2009-06-09T02:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:32:06.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO - I got Mike addicted to farmtown - when I say I -- I mean WE - All the gay guys who we hang out with have been using this application on facebook where you can play like a "Sims" sort of game and you grow and plant your own crops - building up your own farming empire complete with sending each other gifts of farm animals or trees or now they updated it and you can send flowers which need to be watered on some sort of regular basis --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT - as soon as I started a farm for Mike... he got all into it.. and tonight - it is gone... The facebook IT team has blogged that they KNOW ABOUT IT and that they were working on the problem-- some sources advised it had been hacked and was all gone. Others advised it was to due with the updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, I've recently been able to buy a wishing well, a HUGE red barn - some new pathways - and I got many roosters (cocks) from friends... I got a BBQ with food on it - and a small house.. and ALL my crops were about ready to be harvested... and T"S GONE!~?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my boss at work Just told me it's back up and my crops are still there and ready to be harvested.... I hope I have time ... I don't go to lunch until 3 am- still 30 minutes away! Wish me luck! I'm so relieved! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4duG82gJI/AAAAAAAAE8o/D33cA2njBb4/s1600-h/farmtown1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345242485712388242" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4duG82gJI/AAAAAAAAE8o/D33cA2njBb4/s400/farmtown1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4duJOezNI/AAAAAAAAE8w/-jiaNNmOpLE/s1600-h/farmtown2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345242486323203282" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4duJOezNI/AAAAAAAAE8w/-jiaNNmOpLE/s400/farmtown2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4ducxLSKI/AAAAAAAAE84/OpsM5F3hANU/s1600-h/farmtown3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345242491568998562" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4ducxLSKI/AAAAAAAAE84/OpsM5F3hANU/s400/farmtown3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-3971409004390150481?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3971409004390150481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=3971409004390150481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3971409004390150481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3971409004390150481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/farm-town.html' title='Farm Town'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4duG82gJI/AAAAAAAAE8o/D33cA2njBb4/s72-c/farmtown1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-6344024117228138267</id><published>2009-06-09T01:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:57:15.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sisterhood of the John Deer Hoodie!</title><content type='html'>&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;It's amazing how in &lt;u&gt;"The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants"&lt;/u&gt; stories these pair of jeans fit all the girls in the group - from Carmen's wide "hippy" full figure - (Played by Ugly Betty's America Ferrera) to the slim jock legs of B (Played by Blake Lively of Gossip Girl) and may others... Now I can relate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have the pictures of it yet but we spent the first half of Sunday at a Good Guys Car show! All Hot rods and show cars in different states of repair and remake and remodelling... I'll post some of those too... but - here's what happened - I had a hoody - I'm ALWAYS hot - but I was wearing it and I wasn't too uncomfortable - BUT It was getting cooler and beginning to rain a little off and on... Carl and Will didn't have hoodies like Dalton Mike and I - so I offered Mine up - it's HUGE so it'll be too big... but it fit! And then later that day we went to the beer bust and almost everyone found it fit them just right too... Here's proof! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warning: Hoody is addictive and should only be enjoyed in small doses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we have Frank sending Love in Hoody... Lip service! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TMRYAc2I/AAAAAAAAE7Q/AJCuq0a_zcU/s1600-h/06-07-09_1854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345230909278810978" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TMRYAc2I/AAAAAAAAE7Q/AJCuq0a_zcU/s400/06-07-09_1854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then Stevie sees how comfy and comforting it looks and he has to try it ...he is pleasantly surprised! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TMnBCpnI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/gXsjywCjFK8/s1600-h/06-07-09_1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345230915088066162" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TMnBCpnI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/gXsjywCjFK8/s400/06-07-09_1946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brent grabs the hoody for his turn and he can't help but be amazed by it's warmth and full cranium coverage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TM7e5lYI/AAAAAAAAE7g/QjM6gwYKOoE/s1600-h/06-07-09_1948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345230920582010242" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TM7e5lYI/AAAAAAAAE7g/QjM6gwYKOoE/s400/06-07-09_1948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stevie can't take it though... he HAS to have Hoody BACK! Immediately!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TMz-YykI/AAAAAAAAE7o/6bqGCEdiA3g/s1600-h/06-07-09_1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345230918566595138" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TMz-YykI/AAAAAAAAE7o/6bqGCEdiA3g/s400/06-07-09_1950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carl sees how much it's turned Stevie and everyone else into tough men even though we're at a gay bar and he HAS to have a go.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tough! He snaps gum and everything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TNPFojMI/AAAAAAAAE7w/7mDemu1iZ24/s1600-h/06-07-09_1949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345230925844745410" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TNPFojMI/AAAAAAAAE7w/7mDemu1iZ24/s400/06-07-09_1949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So of course since Stevie's addicted obviously he's harder with each go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4Tc3ygUKI/AAAAAAAAE74/pDU-uzK18AE/s1600-h/06-07-09_1951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345231194468405410" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4Tc3ygUKI/AAAAAAAAE74/pDU-uzK18AE/s400/06-07-09_1951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you look behind him you can see Will is excited for his turn... It is such fun - His gang name is "Hooded!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TcxQHAQI/AAAAAAAAE8A/2_tNDlgb1eM/s1600-h/06-07-09_1954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345231192713527554" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TcxQHAQI/AAAAAAAAE8A/2_tNDlgb1eM/s400/06-07-09_1954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't react the same on everyone... Our friend Warren here is attacked by the lust but it goes a whole new direction here.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ole'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TdEfPXFI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/TP04V4pZ50M/s1600-h/06-07-09_1957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345231197877263442" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TdEfPXFI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/TP04V4pZ50M/s400/06-07-09_1957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Nick can't help it... but as you can see he's trying to fight the urge and the hoody...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TdSHU6-I/AAAAAAAAE8Y/ancJDRJD5Jo/s1600-h/06-07-09_1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345231201535060962" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TdSHU6-I/AAAAAAAAE8Y/ancJDRJD5Jo/s400/06-07-09_1959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he gives in! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4Tj-L4ygI/AAAAAAAAE8g/eIJn4GjKsyc/s1600-h/06-07-09_1958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345231316444563970" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4Tj-L4ygI/AAAAAAAAE8g/eIJn4GjKsyc/s400/06-07-09_1958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's Chair... LUSH! Hoody SLUT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TdA6Ag_I/AAAAAAAAE8I/bsJQMPr6h3k/s1600-h/06-07-09_1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345231196915794930" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TdA6Ag_I/AAAAAAAAE8I/bsJQMPr6h3k/s400/06-07-09_1955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-6344024117228138267?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6344024117228138267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=6344024117228138267&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/6344024117228138267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/6344024117228138267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/sisterhood-of-john-deer-hoodie.html' title='The Sisterhood of the John Deer Hoodie!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Si4TMRYAc2I/AAAAAAAAE7Q/AJCuq0a_zcU/s72-c/06-07-09_1854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-1198966647425592266</id><published>2009-06-02T03:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T03:26:14.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Beef Sticks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my sisters birthday is right now... My little sis is now officially 30 years old! Dirty thirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we hosted along with our neighbors, a HUGE masquerade party in our adjoining yards! Huge tents put up - some cool lights lit up the multiple trees... we had fire pit and music playing... and FOOD! Tons of food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house housed so much food... BBQ Burgers, Spaghetti, Chips, dips, veggies all freshly cut, garnish trays, cheeses and meats... and BRATWURSTS!!! Tons of brats! All boiled in Beer before they were reheated fresh on the Grills. SO GOOD! Add some Kraut and some mustard... SET! So good... Everyone loved all the food but we over bought... We now have HUGE bags full of Brats... I've even brought a huge bag of them to work... People take turns helping out so people can run to the kitchen to heat up a sausage or two and bring it back in to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some at the party... then had some the next night while munching. Mike came home from work last night and he made Brats and Rice ... only to find out he'd ALSO cut up brats and put them IN the rice too! SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more recipe's that we can use for the Brats... ideas? LOL Did I mention my mom, sister and daughter leave for a week in Hawaii and we'll be eating them ourselves here soon!? Hmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SiTwBaHI5fI/AAAAAAAAE0M/4CLkGD5cp9I/s1600-h/Brats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342658964948051442" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SiTwBaHI5fI/AAAAAAAAE0M/4CLkGD5cp9I/s400/Brats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SiTwBjqHIMI/AAAAAAAAE0U/3PzltKO9IVo/s1600-h/brats+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342658967510655170" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SiTwBjqHIMI/AAAAAAAAE0U/3PzltKO9IVo/s400/brats+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-1198966647425592266?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1198966647425592266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=1198966647425592266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1198966647425592266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1198966647425592266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-many-beef-sticks.html' title='Too Many Beef Sticks!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SiTwBaHI5fI/AAAAAAAAE0M/4CLkGD5cp9I/s72-c/Brats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2933123862555565157</id><published>2009-06-02T02:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:54:21.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excorcisms and Flashy Bandits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SiTohn4CqMI/AAAAAAAAEzk/xzqN871MwkE/s1600-h/0327092135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342650722305616066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SiTohn4CqMI/AAAAAAAAEzk/xzqN871MwkE/s400/0327092135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SiTohnM8HwI/AAAAAAAAEzc/vh5l7KEnBY4/s1600-h/01-22-09_1425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342650722124832514" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SiTohnM8HwI/AAAAAAAAEzc/vh5l7KEnBY4/s400/01-22-09_1425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always good to know your friends...&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/795512967284879481-2933123862555565157?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2933123862555565157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2933123862555565157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2933123862555565157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2933123862555565157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/excorcisms-and-flashy-bandits.html' title='Excorcisms and Flashy Bandits'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SiTohn4CqMI/AAAAAAAAEzk/xzqN871MwkE/s72-c/0327092135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-645919921522661649</id><published>2009-06-01T04:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T04:05:43.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone Sunday</title><content type='html'>Pics from my poor cell phone camera... &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SiOnnPNX8AI/AAAAAAAAEzU/uO9d_6nJPWE/s1600-h/12-10-08_1045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342297875530903554" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SiOnnPNX8AI/AAAAAAAAEzU/uO9d_6nJPWE/s400/12-10-08_1045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SiOnnOjy4_I/AAAAAAAAEzM/9gLVILRmF1k/s1600-h/12-10-08_1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342297875356509170" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SiOnnOjy4_I/AAAAAAAAEzM/9gLVILRmF1k/s400/12-10-08_1044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are all confiscated ivory carved sex toys kept on the wild life reserve... DIRTY! But beautiful&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/795512967284879481-645919921522661649?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/645919921522661649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=645919921522661649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/645919921522661649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/645919921522661649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/cell-phone-sunday.html' title='Cell Phone Sunday'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SiOnnPNX8AI/AAAAAAAAEzU/uO9d_6nJPWE/s72-c/12-10-08_1045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-1875188173466211038</id><published>2009-05-22T18:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:44:30.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of a million "Hats"</title><content type='html'>I have a tendency of taking pictures of friends in hats or head wear when we go out places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to publish them some place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Now I'm off for dinner with Stevie B and Fuz - and Mike too of course! MMMMMM MEAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-1875188173466211038?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1875188173466211038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=1875188173466211038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1875188173466211038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1875188173466211038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-of-million-hats.html' title='Man of a million &quot;Hats&quot;'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-1591346791859549224</id><published>2009-05-17T23:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:16:57.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang it! Almost there!</title><content type='html'>Are you all sick of me blabbing about not smoking? No you say? Well right on then! ha ha! And this will be short and painless! I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my Quit date info....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time Smoke-Free: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;21 days, 15 hours, 10 minutes and 19 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes NOT smoked: 324&lt;br /&gt;Lifetime Saved:  2 days, 11 hours&lt;br /&gt;Money Saved: $99.00&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!? $99????? Come on... I'm waiting to hit the one hundred dollar mark to celebrate - that's a mile stone isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST THERE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this quitting thing is great except for the fact that it sucks and is hard! I'm just saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arrrrgh&lt;/span&gt;! OK Thank you for listening you may now go back to reading through dirty web sites of adult content... class dismissed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-1591346791859549224?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1591346791859549224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=1591346791859549224&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1591346791859549224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1591346791859549224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/dang-it-almost-there.html' title='Dang it! Almost there!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-8626031426297554711</id><published>2009-05-14T04:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T04:35:10.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Google World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;So it seems google is having a contest for a new design of their Logo! They tend to have their Google logo change for different days of the year like holidays or large events - this is a link on the Google home page - just below the Google search bar in the center of the page it has a link that says " Vote for the one" that will appear here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;If you click that link you can vote between groups of winners form each grade level~! Some are from local schools in Colorado here near me - but many are form all over the USA. Kind of cool! I'm not sure if other countries Google page is doing the same thing but it's fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Some of the pictures are amazing... they kids have paragraphs of what their picture is supposed to depict along with their age and school and state! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;here is one of my favorites form the Grades 10-12 category (BTW You can vote one out of each group!)  and the picture's paragraph and info below it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgvzUaAzKhI/AAAAAAAAExo/mzNdeE2cp8E/s1600-h/PARKER_12_NH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335625715456092690" style="WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgvzUaAzKhI/AAAAAAAAExo/mzNdeE2cp8E/s400/PARKER_12_NH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for more hope, hope for the future. I wish there was more love. Love for the environment and people. I wish for more joy. I wish for peace, a movement for it. I wish for more trees. I wish for gay rights, now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: &lt;strong&gt;Meaghan Parker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: &lt;strong&gt;17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;School: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPAULDING&lt;/span&gt; HIGH SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;City, State: &lt;strong&gt;Rochester, NH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-8626031426297554711?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8626031426297554711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=8626031426297554711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8626031426297554711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8626031426297554711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/google-world.html' title='Google World!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgvzUaAzKhI/AAAAAAAAExo/mzNdeE2cp8E/s72-c/PARKER_12_NH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-6401531047898569301</id><published>2009-05-13T06:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:44:21.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cougar Radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sgq_XABryOI/AAAAAAAAExg/GuMhOEWQeyw/s1600-h/50barbie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335287110438734050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sgq_XABryOI/AAAAAAAAExg/GuMhOEWQeyw/s400/50barbie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;While working we some times have down time. In reality that's good for the general public because it means they're not having death - murder or in general any emergencies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It allows us time to bounce jacked up songs or idea's off each other. One co worker calls some of our older ladies that we work with his Cougars! They love it! He discusses how he loves one ladies hot C-PAP lines from her oxygen tubes at night when she comes in... he tells another how her smokers voice is the sexiest thing and that they should go to Tijuana together! (She tells him no saying "You'd leave my old ass there!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well recently he's come up with the concept of a "Cougar" radio station! Randomly he'll sing jingles for it! Or in his best radio announcer voice he spout off "All cougar! All the time" Followed by multiple people in the room making cougar like cat growling attack noises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently they made a "cougar Barbie" commercial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that'd&lt;/span&gt; been sent around in emails! It was awesome! Two girls played with cougar Barbie while she seduces a pack of unaware frat boys into her house and then didn't let them leave - with her belly hanging over her too low rise jeans and her short ratted hair stiff as she snuck up to block the doorway as some of the boys tried to leave... she also entertained those frat boys with a nice seductive dance to the tune of "Small town Girl" by Journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that song gets performed a few times a night! --- Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-18026dc6c46bca6f" 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.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18026dc6c46bca6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330047702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25B243618EFC68E0F496FE45CD05A72A82820851.827821B4DF02A1C28DDF97651F5AAAE36195759E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18026dc6c46bca6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8-AO2CldU3D9ZDGmtokp3rFpfF0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18026dc6c46bca6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330047702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25B243618EFC68E0F496FE45CD05A72A82820851.827821B4DF02A1C28DDF97651F5AAAE36195759E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18026dc6c46bca6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8-AO2CldU3D9ZDGmtokp3rFpfF0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;All COUGAR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RaDIO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Sing it!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;92.9 The Cougar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RRRROOOWWWWRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cougar Barbie Knows all the LATEST dance moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-6401531047898569301?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=18026dc6c46bca6f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6401531047898569301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=6401531047898569301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/6401531047898569301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/6401531047898569301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/cougar-radio.html' title='Cougar Radio'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sgq_XABryOI/AAAAAAAAExg/GuMhOEWQeyw/s72-c/50barbie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2497079665263988887</id><published>2009-05-12T03:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:19:15.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17 thought for the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40 cigarette’s every 3 days on average = 13.3r per day(approx 15)&lt;br /&gt;$6 x 1 pack (20 smokes) = $0.30 per cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 days X 15 cigarette’s X $0.30 = $76.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76.50 is just about how much we spent for our fancy Austrian dinner and drinks in Aspen –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All paid for with money I wouldn’t have had if I kept smoking! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Then I JUST about smoked right after dinner - I'd had a HUGE boot full of beer - and wanted one bad - but I didn't - it was close though! lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sgk-ruSAE_I/AAAAAAAAExY/4gB6xkFhuOg/s1600-h/boot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334864154475893746" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sgk-ruSAE_I/AAAAAAAAExY/4gB6xkFhuOg/s400/boot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;= 6-pack&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-2497079665263988887?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2497079665263988887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2497079665263988887&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2497079665263988887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2497079665263988887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-17-thought-for-day.html' title='Day 17 thought for the day!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Sgk-ruSAE_I/AAAAAAAAExY/4gB6xkFhuOg/s72-c/boot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-8869635338858981126</id><published>2009-05-11T01:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:20:35.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Side Secret Compartment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way to Aspen for the weekend Mike and I drove past all sorts of things... one thing we passed though was a citizen assist. An officer had pulled over and parked his vehicle just so on the side of the road as to make sure no one slammed into him or the other car with the flat tire that he'd pulled up to assist with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever type of vehicle it was... Mike made mention that the smaller SUV type vehicle has a jack to help in changing the flat tire but that they wouldn't find it unless they checked the owners manual. I scrunched my nose and thought "Well they were looking where I would have looked" as we drove by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then explained that he'd spent some times trying to find it on that same type of automobile but didn't realize there was a secret compartment under the passengers seat for the car jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just picked up my cell phone as we drove and called 911 -- I figured I could save them some time by phoning that information in... when the operator answered I immediately asked if they had a different non emergency line for my call in their area... she let me know she could help... so I explained we'd passed a sheriff's deputy for their county who was on the West bound lanes of I-70 assisting some girls in an SUV change a tire but that my Boyfriend was a mechanic and he said they may nit find the jack very easily... I explained why where and how... and she put me on hold - when she came back she verified that the jack should be under the passenger seat and I said yes. She said GOOD they're looking for it! She thanked me and I let her go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd to be on the other side of calls but Mike just kind of smiled and shook his head at me... now I'm wondering... maybe he was kidding... I should have double checked before I called them huh!? Oh well couldn't hurt! lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nifty Secret Jacks!!! .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgfRYYvIkGI/AAAAAAAAExI/x73LtdZFWRM/s1600-h/jack1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334462500530851938" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgfRYYvIkGI/AAAAAAAAExI/x73LtdZFWRM/s400/jack1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgfRYXBTfoI/AAAAAAAAExQ/TRYPbxrGSh8/s1600-h/jack3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334462500070194818" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgfRYXBTfoI/AAAAAAAAExQ/TRYPbxrGSh8/s400/jack3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgfRYJF4n_I/AAAAAAAAEw4/0sbAqKmu5Jk/s1600-h/jack1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334462496331309042" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgfRYJF4n_I/AAAAAAAAEw4/0sbAqKmu5Jk/s400/jack1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgfRYPAgASI/AAAAAAAAExA/DBHP3xvNW4c/s1600-h/jack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334462497919336738" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgfRYPAgASI/AAAAAAAAExA/DBHP3xvNW4c/s400/jack2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/795512967284879481-8869635338858981126?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8869635338858981126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=8869635338858981126&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8869635338858981126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8869635338858981126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-side-secret-compartment.html' title='Road Side Secret Compartment!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgfRYYvIkGI/AAAAAAAAExI/x73LtdZFWRM/s72-c/jack1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-1462031463646624196</id><published>2009-05-11T00:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:00:38.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerrod's ABC's!</title><content type='html'>A - Age:  Well I'm 32 right now... some people say I look younger most times people say I don't look old enough to have a daughter who is 14 (and looks more mature than that!) Creepy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Bed size:  Queen - if I'm sleeping alone I'm all over that thing - like a wrecking ball - but if Mikes home with me in bed then it's perfect for room to cuddle or not either way! Plus our room isn't large enough to anything else if we had anything larger I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Chore you hate:  Dusting, Pulling Weeds - scooping up the dog poop... yeah - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Dog’s name:  Ours is Lunar - as a kid I had Sabrina and Sadie - that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential start to your day:  Pee Break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite colour:  Green - many shades of Green are good too! I like to have the Green napkin if there's that option when we go out - or the other night we went to dinner at Liz's house and she had fiesta wear - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;but I&lt;/span&gt; shared the Green plate with Mike because He likes Green too... I don't think he cared as much as I would have but I like Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Gold or Silver:  Silver - all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;earings&lt;/span&gt; in my head and face are silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Height: um I used to think for some reason I was 6'2" but I'm only 6'1" - not sure why - maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so heavy I've shrunk an inch since like middle school? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments:  I play trumpet - it's been a while and my chops are out of shape but recently I've played a few scales on it to make sure I remembered how... I've got the basics - but not the chops! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- Job:  911 Dispatcher for now.. I've been a balcony painter... a customer service phone guy - cashier... sales ... cook ... worked at a haunted house... all sorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K – Kids:  I have one of my own! Many others who I love and wish I could see more often! I wish I could see ALL the kids more often they are a lot of work but they make me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Living arrangements:  I live in a cute house - nothing super flashy but it's very nice - 3 bedrooms 3 bathrooms - (All with our own shower) with my younger sister - My partner Mike, My daughter has her own room and bathroom but only comes home part time but she lives with us of course and we have one dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Mum’s name:  Deb! One of my all time favorite people ever in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Nicknames:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bucko&lt;/span&gt;, Fred, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt; Bear, I think that's it!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt; no fun - I've had stitches - oh oh once in Junior high I had an overnight in the hospital- this things so dramatic isn't it... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Pet Peeve:  when I get irritated with silly stuff - I am my own pet peeve! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quote from a movie:  "I'm stuck here til you get happy! So GET HAPPY!" (Then slams her face with a flat shovel!)  :::Drop Dead Fred::: such a funny movie - Snot Faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R – Robot or Human?:  I always find that when I see the real robots - I am a bit let down... I expect them to be SO human like or so animal like but I'm expecting too much I think!? Like - my dad was SO  into Sci &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; - I've been watching movies showing robots for decades now... but the real thing is almost ALWAYS not up to my expectations! You know?  Humans... they usually mean well! I like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Siblings: 2 - One sister older - about 7 years my senior - and one sister younger by about 2 years - we all get along pretty well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up:  this changes constantly and drastically depending on days on or off from work - and which schedule I'm on for work and If I have my daughter or if we have plans... No telling! And usually try to sneak a nap in there some place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U- Underwear: Right under ... THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you dislike:  I found out the other day I'm not huge on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;brussel&lt;/span&gt; sprouts... I wanted to...and I ate it - but it wasn't my favorite - Broccoli is not the best nor is cauliflower  - I'll keep trying though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - Ways you run late:  like this ::::&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;demonstratesbeinglaeoneway&lt;/span&gt;:::::: and then this    ::::::&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;demonstratesbeinglateanotherway&lt;/span&gt;:::::: -kidding- usually I don't leave enough drive time for my destination! And I am like a Mag Pie - so I'm on my way out the door - I see the mail box - I grab the mail I take it into the house... I then see the dog dish isn't full of food so I fill it before I head out... needs water dish full too then hey where are my sunglasses? Oh I don't like these shoes now I should change them... it's nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; had: Chest - and Dental! I like the dental ones - Not doing them every year but how they look - then once in a while they do the full frontal dental scan and I can never get all my earrings out so they look so cool with these metal rings floating around in different distances from my teeth! fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food you make:   Frozen Pizza's - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;totinos&lt;/span&gt;! Cheap and easy! Like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoo favourite:  I like the tradition of taking our family';s picture in front of the mountain of Big Horn Sheep - Kind of like the one we'd take in front of the Ferris Wheel at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Elitches&lt;/span&gt; each summer too always changed which cousins or aunts and uncles came that year - made it cool to compare us all to our own pictures the year before! Good times! But I like the amazon building too! and the bird house rocked but stank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like watching the seals! And the polar bears -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO this if you'd like! I had fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-1462031463646624196?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1462031463646624196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=1462031463646624196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1462031463646624196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1462031463646624196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/jerrods-abcs.html' title='Jerrod&apos;s ABC&apos;s!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-8125661915738529249</id><published>2009-05-07T01:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:15:16.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Down!</title><content type='html'>This link is the news story  of the people who shot at us while I was riding along in an officers car! I was in the car behind Officer Zborowski's car! We were chasing while he got shot at! We got shot at! Glass and bullets all over shooting back at us in a high speed chase ending in their arrest only after the car slammed into the end of a "T-boned" intersection. Both shooters were arrested - I didn't get hit but I am and have testified as a victim of attempted murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.kdvr.com/news/sns-ap-co--sentenceforpoliceshooting,0,3621093.story"&gt;http://www.kdvr.com/news/sns-ap-co--sentenceforpoliceshooting,0,3621093.story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-8125661915738529249?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8125661915738529249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=8125661915738529249&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8125661915738529249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8125661915738529249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-down.html' title='Get Down!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-3635289125750510253</id><published>2009-05-06T06:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:10:59.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mack Attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;One of our agencies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sargent's&lt;/span&gt; brought us a little visitor! This little fella was wondering the streets - His owners decided they didn't want him anymore! His tag says Mack! So cute - Part Pug - Maybe a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Puggle&lt;/span&gt; (Pug +Beagle) Thought I'd Share - he hung out in here for a few hours before going home with a possible new human companion! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgF987UeIUI/AAAAAAAAEwg/3tWC9y-YqtY/s1600-h/mack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332681919452553538" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgF987UeIUI/AAAAAAAAEwg/3tWC9y-YqtY/s400/mack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgF99VWmnFI/AAAAAAAAEww/bdKxJnqiqyE/s1600-h/mack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332681926440819794" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgF99VWmnFI/AAAAAAAAEww/bdKxJnqiqyE/s400/mack2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgF99GVtLFI/AAAAAAAAEwo/xlD9BpNq3_0/s1600-h/mack1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332681922410523730" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgF99GVtLFI/AAAAAAAAEwo/xlD9BpNq3_0/s400/mack1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-3635289125750510253?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3635289125750510253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=3635289125750510253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3635289125750510253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3635289125750510253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/mack-attack.html' title='Mack Attack!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgF987UeIUI/AAAAAAAAEwg/3tWC9y-YqtY/s72-c/mack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-1698637241991872422</id><published>2009-05-05T23:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:56:35.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TV is the New Chihuahua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK I just wanted to share – because when I get asked about funny or odd calls I always draw a blank….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took a call that seems like even LESS of an emergency than the loose Chihuahua calls we get …. (At least those could pose a traffic hazard I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;9 1 1?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I am calling 9 1 1 because this guy here won’t let me watch the right channel on my TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ok sir so you would like an officer to respond because he won’t let you watch the right channel on the TV&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(TV is playing in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;that’s right! I know it’s not a HUGE emergency but my address is 5492 ***** Blvd ……I want him to know officers will respond. I need them to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily his address is out of our area so I got him to right city… but yes… we have people who call 911 for everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgEmQ7i-Y8I/AAAAAAAAEwI/HzV-qtaOoxw/s1600-h/remote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332585506087527362" style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgEmQ7i-Y8I/AAAAAAAAEwI/HzV-qtaOoxw/s400/remote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgEmQw5zZDI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/9Bnz4duObVk/s1600-h/remote2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332585503230485554" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgEmQw5zZDI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/9Bnz4duObVk/s400/remote2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgEmQ3j4NTI/AAAAAAAAEwY/AQS5-VyI2Jc/s1600-h/remote3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332585505017574706" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgEmQ3j4NTI/AAAAAAAAEwY/AQS5-VyI2Jc/s400/remote3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/795512967284879481-1698637241991872422?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1698637241991872422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=1698637241991872422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1698637241991872422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1698637241991872422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/tv-is-new-chihuahua.html' title='TV is the New Chihuahua'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SgEmQ7i-Y8I/AAAAAAAAEwI/HzV-qtaOoxw/s72-c/remote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2030556292755896387</id><published>2009-05-05T02:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:32:13.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worms?</title><content type='html'>So while doing laundry the other day I moved one load of clothes into the Dryer after it's cycle. I then began to fill the washer for the next load and I noticed some "worm like" things floating in the new water right before I dropped the clothing into it... I scooped it out with my hand to find it's not a worm but I have no idea what it actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug it off and then I add the clothes to the soapy water in the washer and close the lid for it's cycles to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then open the dryer to add a dryer sheet which I'd forgotten to do and I see in the filter thingy that it's got some more "worm like things... they're not worms it's small bits of paper and tons of wet tobacco..... Um... I haven't smoked in a week at this point so I'm thinking to myself... OH HELL.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Where'd&lt;/span&gt; I leave that full pack of cigarettes!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude when you smoke you know RIGHT where you set your open pack! I'd had them at a wedding we'd gone to the week before but I forgot I left the whole pack in my pants cargo pocket! I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; gone looking for them because after that I'd only smoked ONE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the pack - but only after I weeded through the load and found all the small wet filters that had broken off of them! GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I will check the lower pockets of my pants and shorts from now on! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! But I won't have any more cigarette's in there if I stay on track! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and let me say! Glad it wasn't Worms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-2030556292755896387?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2030556292755896387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2030556292755896387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2030556292755896387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2030556292755896387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/worms.html' title='Worms?'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-8204040805465304624</id><published>2009-05-04T05:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T05:55:48.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit THIS!</title><content type='html'>I've stopped smoking! It's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friggen&lt;/span&gt; easy either - I've stopped before I quit smoking for just over a year one time - and then again I quit for a 7 month period - WHY dis I start again? It was so easy to! I'd be out drinking or partying - thinking I could smoke one with my beer and my friends about... that lead to another that to another and so on - Needless to say I'm 32 and I've smoked for the majority of 22 years - SICK I know not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; mention I grew up in a house with both parents smoking inside and in our cars with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO - Here's something I found on a fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt; page since he's quitting too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy! I'll keep you posted... BTW - I'm on day 9 now just over 2 weeks! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wahoooooooo&lt;/span&gt; I'm a non smoker I think? We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blisstree.com/healthbolt/what-happens-to-your-body-if-you-stop-smoking-right-now/"&gt;What Happens to Your body if you stop smoking Right now?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 20 minutes your blood pressure will drop back down to normal.&lt;br /&gt;In 8 hours the carbon monoxide (a toxic gas) levels in your blood stream will drop by half, and oxygen levels will return to normal.&lt;br /&gt;In 48 hours your chance of having a heart attack will have decreased. All nicotine will have left your body. Your sense of taste and smell will return to a normal level.&lt;br /&gt;In 72 hours your bronchial tubes will relax, and your energy levels will increase.&lt;br /&gt;In 2 weeks your circulation will increase, and it will continue to improve for the next 10 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;In three to nine months coughs, wheezing and breathing problems will dissipate as your lung capacity improves by 10%.&lt;br /&gt;In 1 year your risk of having a heart attack will have dropped by half.&lt;br /&gt;In 5 years your risk of having a stroke returns to that of a non-smoker.&lt;br /&gt;In 10 years your risk of lung cancer will have returned to that of a non-smoker.&lt;br /&gt;In 15 years your risk of heart attack will have returned to that of a non-smoker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-8204040805465304624?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8204040805465304624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=8204040805465304624&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8204040805465304624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8204040805465304624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/quit-this.html' title='Quit THIS!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-359526622852690100</id><published>2009-04-21T06:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:49:26.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellen can you hear me.....</title><content type='html'>Ellen ... Papa who knows!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote a letter to Ellen DeGeneres last night in honor of my Mother. My poor Mom has worked her booty off this past year to keep herself and her kids (us) afloat... My dad died last year and this forced my Mom into a new house with some bad credit stuff left over from my dads decade of depression. He horded and shopped online for what ever he was collecting at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to share this last example of my mom's ability to share a "silver lining" in almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom always got the old car when Dad purchased a new vehicle growing up. The only exception I can think of is the VW Jetta my mom now drives but that's only because it was rear ended (twice in one day) and had constant issues. So THEN he decided to keep his car which ran fine! Sweet huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so My mom has a full size van with a wheel chair lift that we'd used for my grandma as she'd gotten older... after Grandma passed away My mom ended up with the van and kind of kept it as my dads health deteriorated. Since he died we've been hearing about how Mom needs to sell that van and then trade in her VW for a new reliable used car... nothing fancy - but you know... something a mother of three and a grandmother of two can tote her loved ones around in and oh ... I don't know... that will START and maybe if she's lucky something that doesn't REFUSE TO OPEN IT"S DOORS... that'd be nice too! HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mom was about to list the van online... then some neighbor kids were chucking rocks at it.... not sure why, and they broke out some smaller side panel windows. (Delay one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mom wanted us to take the pictures and put it up on&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the internet&lt;/span&gt;... I took it to get the emissions test done... it ends up having a flat tire. GRRRRR (I got her a new flat tire and Mike replaced it for her (Delay #2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the van is up and ready to be sold, she drops the listing price and puts the van up with our pictures on her work place version of "craigslist" and she gets a bite or three - The van gets shown... the lift stops working!? WTF!? Are you kidding me? Mike finds the problem, orders the part and repairs it so the lift is fine! (Delay #3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who came to see it and said they wanted it and before we sold or even showed it to anyone to let them know... they would now have the cash and make sure they could buy this van... they will be there Wednesday.... (Mom waits all evening... no show) OK they'll be there Thursday! (It's raining this time but seriously no show and no call... nothing) Mom sends them an email letting them know she's upset - and frustrated and if she doesn't hear form them soon she'll be contacting the others who've asked to see the van by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday it snows! It Rains... It's a mess! Mom decides since her VW battery is dead now all of the sudden... and the car from my sister needs new tires... She'll drive the Van in and she'll pick up her best friend who's pretty tired from Chemo treatments so that she won't have to drive in this weather... She'll take the van and then if the co worker wants to see the lift working she can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes! Delay #4...... Mom decides the weather is getting worse... half way into the day... Mom says she may leave early with her Best friend and get her home before it gets too bad out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later i get a call.... MOM HAS BEEN IN AN ACCIDENT! .... she was hit by two cars full speed because her van didn't even slow down at the stop sing when leaving her work complex.....&lt;br /&gt;The Van is totaled and so is the down payment for her "new" used car we planned to get her into to keep her safe and rid her of these two possibly Hexed cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My moms outlook???? ... At least she was in the van otherwise they might have been badly injured! Since they were in the van they survived being slammed, simultaneously by 2 cars, full speed hitting them broadside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent Ellen a letter to see if she had any extra cars hanging around... wish me luck... she gets those letters hundreds of times a day I'm sure.... I'm just venting I guess! I wish I could do more for her.... Grrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen? Is that you? It's me... Jerrod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Se2_7GquV0I/AAAAAAAAEvg/xnuMqTx1hMg/s1600-h/7CCAUD6IJCCARVEUM5CAVG6B0DCA43RY0HCA0MFX4PCAXRWTL3CA1DCDGLCAX4R9Q8CA6SHGNDCA4C8LR3CA00ND6ACA8TE68DCA5AMAY7CAYSUS9ACA40VY25CAUZ8SC0CAOHGRATCANKSSFOCAU9QKWH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327124956372162370" style="width: 189px; height: 160px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Se2_7GquV0I/AAAAAAAAEvg/xnuMqTx1hMg/s400/7CCAUD6IJCCARVEUM5CAVG6B0DCA43RY0HCA0MFX4PCAXRWTL3CA1DCDGLCAX4R9Q8CA6SHGNDCA4C8LR3CA00ND6ACA8TE68DCA5AMAY7CAYSUS9ACA40VY25CAUZ8SC0CAOHGRATCANKSSFOCAU9QKWH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Se3pTHmLx0I/AAAAAAAAEvo/rbdUpDnuJaM/s1600-h/1208+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Se3pTHmLx0I/AAAAAAAAEvo/rbdUpDnuJaM/s400/1208+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327170448915154754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-359526622852690100?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/359526622852690100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=359526622852690100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/359526622852690100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/359526622852690100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/ellen-can-you-hear-me.html' title='Ellen can you hear me.....'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/Se2_7GquV0I/AAAAAAAAEvg/xnuMqTx1hMg/s72-c/7CCAUD6IJCCARVEUM5CAVG6B0DCA43RY0HCA0MFX4PCAXRWTL3CA1DCDGLCAX4R9Q8CA6SHGNDCA4C8LR3CA00ND6ACA8TE68DCA5AMAY7CAYSUS9ACA40VY25CAUZ8SC0CAOHGRATCANKSSFOCAU9QKWH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2490895082336852878</id><published>2009-04-08T05:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T06:25:55.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slurpee licious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday morning I got off work at 7 am from my job. I knew I'd have to hurry home and nap because I had a mid-morning dentist appointment to keep for my 6 month cleaning and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xrays&lt;/span&gt;. Needless to say when I woke up 2 hours after laying my head on my pillows I was glad to hit "snooze" on my cell phone at least twice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I finally DID get up from bed and brush my teeth getting ready to run out the door and across town... I was so sleepy but I was also HUNGRY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I couldn't very well go into the dentist with half of a corn chip in my teeth I was aware I'd have to wait until I was done at the dentist! I didn't want my hygienist Crystal to think I was a HUGE nasty pig... orally I mean of course! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after I was all cleaned up and my teeth and gums had been poked, prodded and x-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rayed&lt;/span&gt;... I decided to make a trip to the local 7-11 for some blog worthy nachos! NACHOS!!!!! Can I tell you that I'm not the only person who LOVES and Covets these nachos!? I have taken more than one call at my 911 dispatching job for people who have stolen said nachos ... I mean it! Literally filled the chips container with cheesy type goodness and then closed it up and RUN OUT THE DOOR to their get away car! So now cops know how good they are too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... as I entered the store of the local convenience, I was the only one in there other than the older lady with the long frizzy hair who worked there. She was mopping the floor to my right as I removed the plastic shrink wrap from the large nachos container. Her name tag I could not see... which is sad because this story is one she'd want credit for I'm sure! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I glanced her way and took a mental picture of the store... making a mental image of what I'd do if &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; were the nacho thief in action... I could technically do it.. but they have cameras and though the flavor of the cheesy chippy goodness is worth some hassle... the paying option is a much better one. Anyway ... I looked to my left and I realized, by the Slurpee machines is a HUGE cardboard cutout with Hugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jackman&lt;/span&gt; in his white "wife-beater" tank pulling against his furry, sweaty, wolverine-style muscles. I mean this thing is hot! He's got his full wolverine mutton chops with his 50's throwback big manly hair... he's a gay mans wet dream... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turn to the female grandma employee as she's mopping and we make eye contact... "I want that!" I say to her pointing to the poster style cutout promoting his new Wolverine Origins movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She says "What?" and she kind of leans on her mop handle (You know like the cartoon Carrol Burnett style of leaning ... like she did at the end of each show of the Carol Burnett show!?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdyWuFNKdoI/AAAAAAAAEqU/d3MNb5ImE68/s1600-h/carol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322294578060621442" style="WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdyWuFNKdoI/AAAAAAAAEqU/d3MNb5ImE68/s320/carol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I repeated myself ... "I want that cut-out" ... I pointed again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This woman looks to me then her eyes move to the cut out then back to me... no change on her face... no inflection to ponder what her response is going to be.... She pauses just long enough for me to realize that she may not be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with me being this huge nacho consuming Homo in her 7-11 store.... I then notice movement out of the corner of my eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two other men in their twenties or thirties are also in the shop and one is on the phone but the other one glances over to us briefly as he scans the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-made sandwiches on the "end-cap" of an isle. (He's probably trying to figure out if I'll ever move so he can steal some nachos) Either way no one made a move until the woman looked back to me with her eyes for about the fourth time, still leaning on her mop handle when she blurts out "Fuck you he's mine!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;! I busted out laughing! I retorted that it's hot and it belongs in my bedroom and she slid the mop back into the cleaning bucket on the floor before walking past me to help the customer who'd found his calling card and jerky or whatever and she said "Hell no! That's mine!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her I was gonna put my name on the back of it and would be back for it in a month! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed and joked that she thinks I have awesome taste as she rang me up! I love spunky old ladies! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MMMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt; Nachos and Hugh! YUM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdyUyl4cMoI/AAAAAAAAEqE/HW9KUy7pn5c/s1600-h/wolverine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322292456528294530" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdyUyl4cMoI/AAAAAAAAEqE/HW9KUy7pn5c/s320/wolverine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdyXe70fFII/AAAAAAAAEqc/tErpppoaXhc/s1600-h/wolverine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322295417354785922" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdyXe70fFII/AAAAAAAAEqc/tErpppoaXhc/s400/wolverine2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-2490895082336852878?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2490895082336852878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2490895082336852878&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2490895082336852878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2490895082336852878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/slurpee-licious.html' title='Slurpee licious!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdyWuFNKdoI/AAAAAAAAEqU/d3MNb5ImE68/s72-c/carol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-5042066455846886366</id><published>2009-04-01T02:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T02:14:57.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top it off! Pitch a tent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I tend to take pictures of my friends doing odd ball stuff.... this weekend some of my friends were out of town and so a few of us decided to go up and see if we could find a Big Dog store in some of the northern factory outlets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While searching for it -- (it wasn't there anymore) we came upon a store for Coleman - outdoor camping fishing supplies - they had the coolest tents - I mean some of these tents looked very cool and rugged like block tank fortresses - I wanted to play "fort" with them! But it also sparked the idea of serious camping... I'm dying to go camping this summer. We have tents - we have air mattresses if we need them - but we have blankets and stuff it could seriously be so fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT.... when I see this entire store with tents assembled and hung from the ceiling upside down... woodsy scenery on the walls... and camping pots and pans and coolers and stuff it made me want to buy it all.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; well not ALL of it.. like the origami bowl and plastic ware set - although handy for backpackers wasn't what I wanted... I wanted the blue speckled metal cups like you see in movies and jail scenes! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I did fine kick ass over sized HUGE comfy green... (GREEN!!!!!!!!!) collapsible chairs on sale for $16!!!!!! down from 30! and they're so cool! We got two! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carl and Will got some LED lights to mark out camping spots so we can remember where we are when we're blitzed off our buts and sleepy in the woods! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey you wanna come camping with us? Here are the boys in the store modeling the latest "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coozey&lt;/span&gt;" styles! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMiF9qipVI/AAAAAAAAEpY/ke8Ht1ZwyP4/s1600-h/03-28-09_1706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319633070702372178" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMiF9qipVI/AAAAAAAAEpY/ke8Ht1ZwyP4/s320/03-28-09_1706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMiF9JoUII/AAAAAAAAEpQ/VJB6RP2cyis/s1600-h/03-28-09_1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319633070564331650" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMiF9JoUII/AAAAAAAAEpQ/VJB6RP2cyis/s320/03-28-09_1707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/795512967284879481-5042066455846886366?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5042066455846886366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=5042066455846886366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/5042066455846886366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/5042066455846886366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/top-it-off-pitch-tent.html' title='Top it off! Pitch a tent!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMiF9qipVI/AAAAAAAAEpY/ke8Ht1ZwyP4/s72-c/03-28-09_1706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-3724964860200359903</id><published>2009-04-01T00:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:53:16.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Charisma Uniqueness Nerve and Talent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to admit it. I LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RuPauls&lt;/span&gt;' Drag Race! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMOB9EzVFI/AAAAAAAAEpA/ZhbiVQ_-Foc/s1600-h/rUPAULS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319611011592049746" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMOB9EzVFI/AAAAAAAAEpA/ZhbiVQ_-Foc/s320/rUPAULS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help it and I wish the next group was already cast and I could watch it! I wish they'd have like Idol does and show the auditions before you get them on the show. Maybe a performance sort of thing - then an interview session - then their audition video's play before they do the challenges - I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... I know we wouldn't have the numbers we do for Idol competitions but still... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;there'd&lt;/span&gt; be plenty of queens vying for that spot on stage! I'm just saying....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I won't ruin it for those who haven't seen it or those who have watched some of the episodes... but not the finale and aren't sure who wins... BUT they do a reunion show... (Mind you I don't go to drag shows very often if at all in real life... maybe 10 in my life time...) and one character who is very "quirky" named Tammy on the show was kicked off like #3 or something ... She did this very cutesy but oddball Drag. Sorta like a  flashback to the days of old Hollywood glamour - short curly hair - glamour old silent film makeup - it is fun to watch but her faces and utter lack for normality on the reunion show... well it's very interesting! I suggest you watch it! She's MAD that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;RuPaul&lt;/span&gt; and the judges were mean to her and judged her... she's upset when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;RuPaul&lt;/span&gt; says a cuss word trying to explain things and she corrects him, saying "Language!?" and then makes this upset corrective parent face just waiting to burst with anger and nerves... it's NUTS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see if I can find some pics of it on google. .... I can't be the only one who noticed this episode of odd-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ballness&lt;/span&gt; - My daughter watched it with Mike and I and sad to say - we LAUGHED our butts off at how off she is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Tammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMNB4hQ4BI/AAAAAAAAEow/vqhKBKZEPfg/s1600-h/tammydrag2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319609910857621522" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMNB4hQ4BI/AAAAAAAAEow/vqhKBKZEPfg/s320/tammydrag2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMNBqLunVI/AAAAAAAAEoo/pr1nEN_KNnk/s1600-h/tammydrag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319609907009199442" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMNBqLunVI/AAAAAAAAEoo/pr1nEN_KNnk/s320/tammydrag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway they had some amazing drag queens and amazing characters. One of my favorite I'd Say was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ongina&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rupaul&lt;/span&gt; wrote or performed a song on her new CD (Avail on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt;) about her called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Girlyboy&lt;/span&gt;" or something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ongina&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMNB1TQprI/AAAAAAAAEo4/7pMjav-HKsI/s1600-h/Ongina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319609909993580210" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMNB1TQprI/AAAAAAAAEo4/7pMjav-HKsI/s320/Ongina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do love me some Nina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Flowers&lt;/span&gt;.. She's tough and amazing as male OR female forms! So many cool characters it's like America's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt; top model on Platform &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;stiletto's&lt;/span&gt;! Enjoy it if you get the chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina Flowers - She's a Denver Drag Queen I'm hoping to see her soon in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMNBisctTI/AAAAAAAAEog/wfQk1NahU20/s1600-h/Nina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319609904998954290" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMNBisctTI/AAAAAAAAEog/wfQk1NahU20/s320/Nina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and do you remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Santino&lt;/span&gt;? From Project Runway? He's one of the people on the panel of judges.... It's entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMOB4epv1I/AAAAAAAAEpI/Iwgw2-gOXqw/s1600-h/Santino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319611010358296402" style="WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMOB4epv1I/AAAAAAAAEpI/Iwgw2-gOXqw/s320/Santino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is what I have been up to.. so there! lol&lt;/p&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/795512967284879481-3724964860200359903?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3724964860200359903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=3724964860200359903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3724964860200359903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/3724964860200359903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/charisma-uniqueness-nerve-and-talent.html' title='Charisma Uniqueness Nerve and Talent!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdMOB9EzVFI/AAAAAAAAEpA/ZhbiVQ_-Foc/s72-c/rUPAULS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-4341455888327658886</id><published>2009-03-31T23:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:19:27.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast Beast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I really can't figure out why I weigh about 3 hundred and 30 pounds!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously I work on my seated booty all the time - I love to chill out and go out to eat with friends and I only hike to and from my car form the house or work or the store so I think I need to share with you who's fault it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;WORK! It can't be MY fault so I blame my job! HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;OK seriously - for NO reason at all I brought in two bags of popcorn for all of us tonight that my sister popped. (Tonight she popped it on purpose for me to take in to work but last night she actually hadn't used the machine before and it popped all over the whole kitchen and exploded the top of the machine full of popped fresh kernels and the floor was covered! The dog loved this though) So again 2 lunch sacks full of fresh popped popcorn on our center table - then my co worker just brought in a plate full of white chocolate covered pretzels... YUM - and now my boss needs me to help her carry the crock pot of taco soup she's got in the kitchen so we can all enjoy it! And there's no birthday or event other than we all wanted to bring in food and if everyone eats it we don't feel so bad! Because everyone around us is eating it all too! LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LORDY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's Mandi cleaning up last nights mess! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdL3UahsyNI/AAAAAAAAEoY/uqKEA43kGG0/s1600-h/03-30-09_1954.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319586039968090322" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdL3UahsyNI/AAAAAAAAEoY/uqKEA43kGG0/s320/03-30-09_1954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our puppy is helping her! lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Notice the popcorn on the counter and floor  and the lid is hanging on barely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-4341455888327658886?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4341455888327658886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=4341455888327658886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4341455888327658886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4341455888327658886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/feast-beast.html' title='Feast Beast!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SdL3UahsyNI/AAAAAAAAEoY/uqKEA43kGG0/s72-c/03-30-09_1954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2700617805131616496</id><published>2009-03-27T07:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:14:00.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>King Soopers Games!</title><content type='html'>King &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soopers&lt;/span&gt; is the local Grocery store of choice. Who's choice? Mine. I grew up going there so it's more of habit than anything. I could choose the Safeway across the street - or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Albertsons&lt;/span&gt; down the road... but I usually default to the King &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Soopers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night on our way back from Colorado Springs for a family getaway, my sister Mandi, my boyfriend Mike and I decided to stop for a few things before settling in at home. Nothing too exciting happened, we checked out a hot beefy tattooed guy who kept popping up wherever we were (AND who Mike and I totally got busted checking out when we first saw him!) we shopped and then we began to head out of the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mandi and Mike lead the way I was called to attention by this guy who'd pulled his cart full of groceries over to the side and began yelling to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEY! Guys.... can I talk to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike kept walking and Mandi was halfway to the car. I'm thinking that I'm too close and had already made eye contact so I couldn't just ignore this obvious sales person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in the suburbs so it's not often you get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gaggled&lt;/span&gt; by people wanting money from you at the store... well other than those needy little girl scouts when they're selling cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy introduced himself (Names forgotten already) and he shook my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hand&lt;/span&gt; and followed as I kept a pace (slower than the original but still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;car bound&lt;/span&gt;) to help unload the items into Mike's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if Mike and I would be interested in playing for this football team that he owns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOTBALL? I know I should be all butch and manly and into it but honestly I don't even get the game... I've tried - it just never stuck. I explained to him as we kept walking through the parking lot that I don't even like football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously? Wow... I bet the two of you together would be an amazing force!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK When he said that I went mentally to pure porn! I couldn't help it - and yes there were shoulder pads involved in my thoughts... but not football. PORN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I withheld my thoughts and comments other than to say... "yeah not into it but thank you though"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said thanks and shook his head like we had let him down... ruined his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hear Mike at the car with my sister as they are putting the groceries into the trunk as he says... "I like penis.... I like penis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many gay guys who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; like football but it made me chuckle. - I guess that guy shops for all sorts of beef when he's at the store.  ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!~ So do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SczdUlLHQVI/AAAAAAAAEoI/Ho9_uvnfesI/s1600-h/Hot%2BTamale%2BMan%2B-%2B1909%2B-%2BSM%2B-LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SczdUlLHQVI/AAAAAAAAEoI/Ho9_uvnfesI/s320/Hot%2BTamale%2BMan%2B-%2B1909%2B-%2BSM%2B-LG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317868605663560018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-2700617805131616496?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2700617805131616496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2700617805131616496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2700617805131616496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2700617805131616496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/king-soopers-games.html' title='King Soopers Games!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SczdUlLHQVI/AAAAAAAAEoI/Ho9_uvnfesI/s72-c/Hot%2BTamale%2BMan%2B-%2B1909%2B-%2BSM%2B-LG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-7013899808864110465</id><published>2009-03-10T18:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:47:36.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Copied the Story but Added the Picture!</title><content type='html'>LEXINGTON PARK, Md. - A Southern Maryland woman was seriously injured in a mishap involving a sex toy over the weekend. The case was first reported on BayNet.com, and Saint Mary's County Public Safety sources confirmed the information to WUSA in Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accident was reported to local fire and rescue personnel about 1:30 a.m. on March 7, from an address on Rogers Drive. The man who made the 911 call said he had placed a sex toy over a saber saw blade, and then used the power tool on his partner, but the blade cut through the plastic and injured the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victim, a 27-year-old woman, was reportedly injured and bleeding. She was later flown to Prince George's hospital center by Maryland State Police helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;County law enforcement officials who were familiar with the media report about this case said, although they were not initially called to investigate the incident, they would likely follow up to determine it was just an accident and involved consensual behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SbcJ-wT7KBI/AAAAAAAAEnI/-I8SlSDL0w8/s1600-h/CA0D2NG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311725259231799314" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SbcJ-wT7KBI/AAAAAAAAEnI/-I8SlSDL0w8/s320/CA0D2NG1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-7013899808864110465?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7013899808864110465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=7013899808864110465&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/7013899808864110465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/7013899808864110465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-copied-story-but-added-picture.html' title='I Copied the Story but Added the Picture!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SbcJ-wT7KBI/AAAAAAAAEnI/-I8SlSDL0w8/s72-c/CA0D2NG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2929290845435883692</id><published>2009-02-04T02:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T02:52:50.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No stabbings? No Lost dogs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some nights.. like tonight... something very rare happens at my work. It's SLOW. This is a great thing for the general public. This means we're not hearing from people being beat up ... overdosing .. suicidal callers I try to "talk down" ... lost dogs ... Car accidents ... Landing helicopters to transport almost dead people ... or like earlier tonight... people finding their loved ones have passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope tonight things are smooth - I'm working with people I enjoy ... and we are caught up on paperwork ... I'm also geared up and ready to train another employee on a new channel next week - but for now ... I'm coloring! YEP! A co worker brought in some crayons and we printed out some free valentines day coloring sheets and here's my handy work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! I like the frog and the pig most I think!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYlk5Ow9WgI/AAAAAAAAElo/Fm6p8k0pMz8/s1600-h/02-04-09_0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298877370956864002" style="WIDTH: 482px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 422px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYlk5Ow9WgI/AAAAAAAAElo/Fm6p8k0pMz8/s320/02-04-09_0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I hope you're all safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerrod (AKA Freddy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-2929290845435883692?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2929290845435883692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2929290845435883692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2929290845435883692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2929290845435883692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-stabbings-no-lost-dogs.html' title='No stabbings? No Lost dogs?'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYlk5Ow9WgI/AAAAAAAAElo/Fm6p8k0pMz8/s72-c/02-04-09_0243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-900889654547822358</id><published>2009-02-04T02:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T02:29:42.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>911 tips ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYle2TY6k2I/AAAAAAAAElQ/EFIoaJXLbR4/s1600-h/CAY1M6GO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298870723588821858" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYle2TY6k2I/AAAAAAAAElQ/EFIoaJXLbR4/s320/CAY1M6GO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here is a cool guide blogged by an EMT about what to think about BEFORE you need emergency help! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; when you're IN the emergency... you're not thinking as clearly! Thought it'd be worth sharing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come to your rescue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EMT&lt;/span&gt; to arrive in time to save your life, you need to do more than just dial 911 and pray really hard. You also need to heed the findings of a recent study published in Academic Emergency Medicine and take these four steps to eliminate EMS obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Show the way"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wrong address is the most common reason emergency services are delayed, according to the study. After you give your address to 911, ask the dispatcher to read it back to you so you can correct any errors they (or you) might have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is misleading. Your phone number reveals your address to Dispatch unless you're on a cell. However, Dispatch only knows what they've been told. If you live on the corner, behind the garage, up the stairs in the back, second door on the right, give some directions or rescuers might spend some time milling around in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flip the light on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The right address won't do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EMT&lt;/span&gt; much good if they can't read your house or apartment number in the dark. Flick on every outside light. And take the time now — before you're clutching your chest — to install reflective house numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My service area is 110 sq miles with over 300 residents.(&lt;em&gt;this is a very small number &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;compared&lt;/span&gt; to many rural areas with thousands more residents&lt;/em&gt;) We have two subdivisions* with no posted house numbers and no street signs.** We have a few houses with a street address where there is no access from that street.*** Interesting, no? We have, a couple of times, zeroed in on the house with the lights on, and so far, haven't surprised someone just up for a midnight snack. If I -- someone relatively familiar with the area -- am sometimes confused,**** what chance to the city boys in the ambulance have? Clearly mark your house. Do not wait for local government to do it for you.X marks the spot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell the dispatcher where you'll be inside the house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want them to waste time on a room-to-room search. Or have someone escort the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EMT&lt;/span&gt; to your side; in the study, doing this cut 24 lifesaving seconds off the average rescue time."This hasn't been a problem for us. Usually, someone is standing on the porch, desperately waving and yelling, "Hurry up!" If you're alone, collapsed in your bedroom, holding your chest with one hand and the portable phone with the other, tell Dispatch where you are, and that you forgot to . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unlock the door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obvious? In their panic, a lot of people forget to slide the bolt or turn the key. If you're alone and lose consciousness, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EMT&lt;/span&gt; will have to burn critical minutes trying to break down the door — or doors — to reach you. Give them a clear path."Yeah, we'll break down the door, but not before we've spent time making sure no one's coming to answer it, and then notifying Dispatch we're about to break into a house.***** You might want us in there sooner than that.My best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;advice... Take&lt;/span&gt; time to think about an emergency situation before you have one on your hands. Even the smallest consideration of what would I do if this happened -- will work in your benefit should you need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of me at work training on one of our many channels for one of our agencies - I swear she loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; with me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Hope these tips were helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYle2aUOCKI/AAAAAAAAElg/L39CYGFrmj0/s1600-h/training.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298870725448173730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYle2aUOCKI/AAAAAAAAElg/L39CYGFrmj0/s320/training.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYle2XGQeUI/AAAAAAAAElY/cqQkMrPU7Kc/s1600-h/0708jerrodtrainingwithiva1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298870724584307010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYle2XGQeUI/AAAAAAAAElY/cqQkMrPU7Kc/s320/0708jerrodtrainingwithiva1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-900889654547822358?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/900889654547822358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=900889654547822358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/900889654547822358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/900889654547822358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/911-tips.html' title='911 tips ...'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYle2TY6k2I/AAAAAAAAElQ/EFIoaJXLbR4/s72-c/CAY1M6GO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-4065092515313069209</id><published>2009-02-04T00:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:59:19.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Goodness I'm fat! How fat do you have to be!?</title><content type='html'>OK So I have always had HUGE legs - like huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;muscle&lt;/span&gt; legs - thick ripped thighs with some you know... padding - but HUGE my calves are the size of some people's heads... but I am now FAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been putting on more weight this last year or so and it's driving me nuts - but not nuts enough to go to the gym I guess or to eat healthier and like a rabbit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think last night may have been the last straw. I sat down to use the restroom and I think... THINK I "folded" a chunk of my thigh - I seriously think I sat on my leg fat!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; It hurt so bad and I had just gotten home from work and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; 1 30 in the AM so all except the dog were asleep in the house. I tried to keep quiet but not ... NOW it hurts to walk sometimes and I try to act like it's not true.. that I must have hurt it some how other than that... Oh heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure this out... I need to keep my looks up at least a little! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-4065092515313069209?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4065092515313069209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=4065092515313069209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4065092515313069209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4065092515313069209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-goodness-im-fat-how-fat-do-you.html' title='Oh My Goodness I&apos;m fat! How fat do you have to be!?'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-8987913787039374587</id><published>2009-02-01T20:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:08:48.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And that ladies and gentlemen is why i'm fat...</title><content type='html'>So remember that place Gunther &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Toody's&lt;/span&gt; I told you about? YUP the one that made me almost lose it... orally .... well they redeemed themselves without knowing they needed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my younger sister Mandi and my partner Mike for dinner and they decided we should go there. We did and we were glad to find out our waitress was a girl who's ALWAYS on the ball with her orders and she's speedy and friendly and easy to relate to ... without being overly aggressive! Her "work name" (which they all have fake names if you recall like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gidget&lt;/span&gt; ... or Flo) is cute too - it reminds us of one of our favorite characters on the show  &lt;u&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;/u&gt;. I won't say it though for fear her bosses read my lovely blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she hooked our food up perfectly - and she had our drinks refilled before we knew we needed it (HUGE IN MY BOOK) and she didn't let us wait for anything it was right away and fast - She sat down to chat with us some too which was nice rather than annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then we're done and she offers us a brownie... on her! (No pervert not eating it off of her body but she'll pay for it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were mid sentence declining when she offered the nice discounted price... this girl hooked us up though. It wasn't any brownie or even any brownie sundae. Nope! She had double sized the brownie portion... which was thick as a cake... she then covered it in melted fudge topping... THEN covered THAT in frosting from the cinnamon rolls .... THEN added two huge scoops of Vanilla bean ice cream and before she was done she sprinkled spoons full of broken up Reese's peanut butter cups (I think) over the top of that! OH WOW it was delicious! Oh and she had whipped cream on top of that with some cherries. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say this time I needed to vomit but for a good reason... I ate too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-8987913787039374587?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8987913787039374587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=8987913787039374587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8987913787039374587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8987913787039374587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-that-ladies-and-gentlemen-is-why-im.html' title='And that ladies and gentlemen is why i&apos;m fat...'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-8057564991777715726</id><published>2009-01-27T23:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:01:06.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting for Firehouses!? Be Vewy Vewy Qwiet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For two weeks I'd been training a girl at work on one of the channels used to dispatch four of our fire agencies. Since each agency has multiple fire houses and multiple engines and trucks and such they use and they all have different locations of coverage. Anyway - we took a day trip to find each fire house location for the channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started around noon and it took us until about 4:30 pm to see all the houses. Some had people in them - others must have been on calls. BUT it was cool. The houses we visited had time to give us tours and show us where they sleep and work out. We saw their training centers ... here are some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYABRw5ht7I/AAAAAAAAEk4/s3sTAVg9hG8/s1600-h/NWFD33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296234566483294130" style="WIDTH: 416px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYABRw5ht7I/AAAAAAAAEk4/s3sTAVg9hG8/s320/NWFD33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this one has an awesome location and it's already on a HUGE hill over parts of the county - but the tower give an even better view of their service area! It's amazing from up there I bet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYABR8OaSuI/AAAAAAAAEkw/Y3ttFlHlA-E/s1600-h/Jerrod+Drive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296234569523677922" style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYABR8OaSuI/AAAAAAAAEkw/Y3ttFlHlA-E/s320/Jerrod+Drive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is me "driving" one of the burn van's - used for practice on rescuing in vehicles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYABRwAnHlI/AAAAAAAAEko/bxIZgO6Ei-E/s1600-h/SACFD+ENG23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296234566244572754" style="WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYABRwAnHlI/AAAAAAAAEko/bxIZgO6Ei-E/s320/SACFD+ENG23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYABRqD7XyI/AAAAAAAAEkg/Wy7egESiBtQ/s1600-h/SWACFD11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296234564647870242" style="WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYABRqD7XyI/AAAAAAAAEkg/Wy7egESiBtQ/s320/SWACFD11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when we went to these places we didn't want to look like this... all cheery and stuff....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYACNs3_vbI/AAAAAAAAElI/98uvgRsG0Yo/s1600-h/JerrodJenWatts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296235596195282354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYACNs3_vbI/AAAAAAAAElI/98uvgRsG0Yo/s320/JerrodJenWatts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so we made ourselves blend by using gear from the army navy surplus store! what do you think? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYABSFM7m-I/AAAAAAAAElA/Hkah3NAuy28/s1600-h/01-22-09_1425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296234571933391842" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYABSFM7m-I/AAAAAAAAElA/Hkah3NAuy28/s320/01-22-09_1425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK OK I was scared. &lt;/p&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/795512967284879481-8057564991777715726?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8057564991777715726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=8057564991777715726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8057564991777715726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8057564991777715726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/hunting-for-firehouses-be-vewy-vewy.html' title='Hunting for Firehouses!? Be Vewy Vewy Qwiet!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SYABRw5ht7I/AAAAAAAAEk4/s3sTAVg9hG8/s72-c/NWFD33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2374289069328678211</id><published>2009-01-20T12:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:13:49.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stock Show!</title><content type='html'>At the stock show you see so many interesting and new things if you're not used to the live stock! It's animals everywhere - and well as the gay man I am... it is also a new sense of wonder when you see what others decide to do or wear while at the stock show... I have just a couple examples... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK here for example... I asked these fine ladies if they would mind taking a picture with me... they were in their element and content to be part of my picture albums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXYf3Nh9icI/AAAAAAAAEjw/2qqqcLo2e3E/s1600-h/Ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293453445405968834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXYf3Nh9icI/AAAAAAAAEjw/2qqqcLo2e3E/s320/Ladies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there were the hair styles... I found this one and how should I describe it... it's retro? It's southern... It's... well here I'll snap a picture.. Hey Stevie... would you mind acting like I'm taking your picture please... smile! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXYgs7bL9PI/AAAAAAAAEkI/esY7FAcLso0/s1600-h/MulletAttempt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293454368258651378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXYgs7bL9PI/AAAAAAAAEkI/esY7FAcLso0/s320/MulletAttempt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh dang it CARL! YOu so totally walked in front of the camera and my example of Stockshow hair! Darn it ok I'll try again.... Here we go keep smiling Stevie... harder this time!.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXYgtLP974I/AAAAAAAAEkQ/Jdt7g1ZpVYs/s1600-h/MulletAttempt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293454372506562434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXYgtLP974I/AAAAAAAAEkQ/Jdt7g1ZpVYs/s320/MulletAttempt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH HECK! WTF? Seriously lady? You couldn't wait ONE more second! Dang! OK Let's try this one more time.. .Stevie please? ok ok thank you SMILE! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXYgs1cRmjI/AAAAAAAAEkA/tNUs13wblTU/s1600-h/MULLET!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293454366652602930" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXYgs1cRmjI/AAAAAAAAEkA/tNUs13wblTU/s320/MULLET!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mullet achieved! and yes this is a man! If you look closely his hair matches his blonde leather jacket - and his friends are secretly chatting in jealousy... "Brad ALWAYS gets the fans I wish my hair grew as fast as his does!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stock shows are fun! they have beef... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXYgsgHXyNI/AAAAAAAAEj4/GQXf_Gy47wk/s1600-h/BEEF!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293454360927783122" style="WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXYgsgHXyNI/AAAAAAAAEj4/GQXf_Gy47wk/s320/BEEF!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXYh0qlHI5I/AAAAAAAAEkY/5cjeKrRwjwk/s1600-h/BFS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293455600687457170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXYh0qlHI5I/AAAAAAAAEkY/5cjeKrRwjwk/s320/BFS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/795512967284879481-2374289069328678211?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2374289069328678211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2374289069328678211&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2374289069328678211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2374289069328678211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/stock-show.html' title='Stock Show!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXYf3Nh9icI/AAAAAAAAEjw/2qqqcLo2e3E/s72-c/Ladies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-7981194334199475956</id><published>2009-01-18T19:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:22:42.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stanky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gunther Toody's! It's a diner sort of place all dressed up in 50's style decor including the servers dressed in old fashioned attire and wearing red lipstick while snapping their gum at you and name tags with names like Gidget or Flo. Mike and I LOVE to eat there. They have Chicken Fried Chicken which is like chicken fried steak but ... chicken! LOL No bones... and covered in white gravy. Comes with shredded hash browns - which you can add stuff to like more white gravy or cheese or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXPsr2H5CxI/AAAAAAAAEjI/eQ_0izN-070/s1600-h/CA27ODIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292834225097607954" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXPsr2H5CxI/AAAAAAAAEjI/eQ_0izN-070/s320/CA27ODIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike and I spend our time going back and forth between two different locations. This way the staff doesn't think we are there as often as we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning though as we were leaving and in the parking lot ... there was a stench of cooking onions... it was so "thick" and strong a smell I almost vomited. Since Mike likes or loves to eat onions he thought the smell was good and that my reaction... HILARIOUS! I don't like Onions in general ... most of the time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXPvETiQQsI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/5NMC2KtG-A0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292836844332925634" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXPvETiQQsI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/5NMC2KtG-A0/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Mike and I make our trek to the diner and we get there later than normal to find we have a limited menu to choose from. It seems they have a transitional period where they don't serve EVERYTHING on the breakfast menu and they serve regular daytime or evening food like burgers and malted milkshakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we found that our chicken was still an option so we were glad. Oh oh oh and our waitress... she happened to be this younger lady who seemed to be kind of goth. She always has on like dark knee high socks with like skulls or &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; or whatever so it gave her "50's" style outfit a bit of a darker twist and come to find out she was cool and sweet and quick witted. She had a comeback for stuff - she told Mike he was gross because Mike likes to put white gravy on his pancake and that's not something you see every day. It was so funny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then our food arrives and there are some sort of "peasant potatoes" or shopped cubed part of potatoes and those are not my favorite in general but THEN ... they were doused in some red chili powder of sorts and covered in fried up onions and green peppers.... at first I thought this, "Oh wow this was an odd mistake I don't like ...." then my stomach cut in and I couldn't think or speak clearly... I almost projectile puked at the waitress. I couldn't complete a thought or a movement... this is what went through my head (If I can capture it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmm those stank... I mean they wreak! I'm gonna vomit. Breath with your mouth! Don't lose it" Scrape it off the toast! Nope! Toast is ruined and soaked in it! DANG! When did I select white bread for my toast? She didn't ask!? I'm gonna be sick! Oh gawsh... this is THAT smell from that morning when I was leaving the Gunther Toody's before and almost got sick!" THERE ARE SOME ONIONS UNDER THE GRAVY ON MY CHICKEN!!!!!!!!!!! Scrape it off. then I said to Mike... "Hey can I use this small empty plate!?" he said I could I continued Mentally ... "Um, this is horrible I want to cry! It's too early for this! I just want breakfast and now I can't! I wanna wail on the ground and scream." I began scraping it off with the potatoes onto the small plate and the toast was tossed aside onto the table for lack of anywhere else to put it. Then I saw the whole plate is covered in sauce form this potato concoction. I stopped trying to get all the potatoes to fit onto the small saucer... odd thing is.. she got me the shredded hash browns I ordered also on a side plate? WTF!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXPw5zwVrxI/AAAAAAAAEjo/j2uJ46mSAdU/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292838863026630418" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXPw5zwVrxI/AAAAAAAAEjo/j2uJ46mSAdU/s320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXPw5rkqT7I/AAAAAAAAEjY/KrB7eFNqGok/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292838860830166962" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXPw5rkqT7I/AAAAAAAAEjY/KrB7eFNqGok/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXPw5-J3X6I/AAAAAAAAEjg/ohxECMhBbdo/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292838865818050466" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXPw5-J3X6I/AAAAAAAAEjg/ohxECMhBbdo/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get up and leave Mike alone at the table and go outside to calm down and not get sick!!! I went outside - relaxed some I smoke a cigarette and chilled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back inside - and as I sat down the smell of those stanky things got to me again. The server came over and was like "Um here is the other order of your shredded hash browns is everything ok?" I told her I didn't think I could eat anything and I asked maybe if she had a clean plate I could use. She was glad to be able to say yes and she ran to get me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut off the part of the chicken that was contaminated by the onions and such... and I moved the rest of the chicken to the new clean plate. I Also put the small portions of hash browns all onto the clean new plate with the remnants of my chicken... I was able to eat some of the chicken and some of the hash browns.... then I asked for a box for my left overs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like such a bitch! Poor Mike was so sweet asked if I was ok. He ate his food fine. Poor guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst part... I JUST wanted to go and have breakfast and relax and I was in fact laughing and jovial minutes before she dropped off that food... I feel like such a dork and cry baby!   And now... I"M HUNGRY!!!!!!!!!! lol Oh well.... next time I'll speak up and make her take them back nicely so I won't panic and suffer! HAHAH! But you KNOW if I asked her to take them back (even though I'm not sure why they were on the plate in the first place?) They's spit in it or something!? Ya know? Ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you we went to the stock show? I'll have to show you pictures soon!&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/795512967284879481-7981194334199475956?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7981194334199475956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=7981194334199475956&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/7981194334199475956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/7981194334199475956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/stanky.html' title='Stanky!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SXPsr2H5CxI/AAAAAAAAEjI/eQ_0izN-070/s72-c/CA27ODIN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-854974421495121915</id><published>2008-12-29T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:38:48.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esso Si Que Es? (S O C K S)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know how when you're dating someone you love all their little ticks and their little "twitches" that make them unique from all the other stupid people in the world!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example... you start dating John (which I don't know how you could the way he treated his ex is unbelievable... and that hair of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;... so gross ... anyway) so you dated John and after a week (I still don't know how you made it that long) you noticed that every time he makes a point that he finds cool and which makes him feel superior in knowledge... he "slurps". Like he does this quick inhale using only the sides of his mouth doing in intake of air making a slight hissing sound. In sync with the slurping hissing noise he makes he also raises his eyebrows and kind of nods his head to show how superior he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your friend I notice it too but since I'm not all head over heels for him I think this move and hiss feature is a defect. So I tell you about it in a nice way and my hopes are that you too will notice it and think in time his "cute"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; will ware thin and then he'll just be STUPID.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; Poor john I'm sorry I shouldn't be so mean... Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - My boyfriend has this thing that I only recently have noticed keeps growing... Sounds dirty right? ... It is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His use for socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was on one of my visits to his home area of Washington. He took me to a Thai restaurant in Tacoma and before we headed in... he had to blow his nose... so yes... he reached under his seat in the car and looked around but only found a sock - he blew his nose in it. I of course am not good at being coy and thinking "Oh wow maybe that's just a one time thing I won't comment and make him embarrassed." Oh hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Um that's sick shit! Did you just BLOW YOUR NOSE in that? Is that a SOCK?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said yes and we both laughed at how gross it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive out to move Mike from Washington to Colorado one morning our windows were fogging up and he reached into his bag of extras... grabbed a sock and wiped out the inside window of the U-Haul truck! (Different sock or that could have been messy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought WOW this guy is amazing - he has socks not only for his feet - but for tissue - for foggy windows. Of course I gave him a hard time and joked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that would be the last of it because of course it's been a few months now since the socks have made their appearance as anything new. UNTIL NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so check this out... Mike took my car in to his work on Saturday to change my oil and fix my tires for me which had one huge screw and then a staple of some kind causing two tires to have slow leaks. Little did I know until we had out family Christmas that he also installed a new face off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; stereo that hooks up to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; so I can completely control my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; from my stereo controls without having the buzzing of the FM transmitter that I used to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the face comes off - (Hence the name face-off right? Duh!) but it didn't come with a case... for the face I mean of course... anyway so Mike says... he says.... "And we'll get you a case to hold the face for the stereo but until then you can STICK IT IN A SOCK when you take it off! Then it won't get scratched or damaged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's brilliant. I love him! Did I mention he got the stereo as a complete surprise and I didn't know until I unwrapped the box he tricked me into wrapping (to me, from him?) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SVmx6yd0hoI/AAAAAAAAEis/04Uzi0mtBVk/s1600-h/socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285451261233366658" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SVmx6yd0hoI/AAAAAAAAEis/04Uzi0mtBVk/s320/socks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOCK PUPPETS! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YAHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-854974421495121915?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/854974421495121915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=854974421495121915&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/854974421495121915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/854974421495121915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/12/esso-si-que-es-s-o-c-k-s.html' title='Esso Si Que Es? (S O C K S)'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SVmx6yd0hoI/AAAAAAAAEis/04Uzi0mtBVk/s72-c/socks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-8014054377552012734</id><published>2008-12-26T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:58:03.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon!</title><content type='html'>OK ... so my friend Meghan at work is off (when i say she's off I mean ... if you truly know her... you might look at her with a slight tilt of your head to the laft) - she's a lot like me I think (I hope that's a good thing) but we both see some odd things in similar ways! Sometimes good sometimes bad! She for example was able to share with me the idea of finding a Bacon Tuxedo that is not actually made of bacon but looks like it is - and it seems that the tuxedo actually SMELLS like bacon! I think she found it on &lt;a href="http://www.iheartbacon.com/"&gt;http://www.iheartbacon.com/&lt;/a&gt; but I could be wrong!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SVUkFeLgTCI/AAAAAAAAEik/CR8UDVWpmb4/s1600-h/bacontux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284169414208408610" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SVUkFeLgTCI/AAAAAAAAEik/CR8UDVWpmb4/s320/bacontux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we discussed today how we like our men with meat on their bones! She said she likes Billy Mays... I wasn't sure who it was by his name... then she explained he's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oxy&lt;/span&gt; Clean Guy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; YES THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OXY&lt;/span&gt; CLEAN GUY! (I'm yelling here!) I've said for years how I'd love to have sex with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oxy&lt;/span&gt; clean guy because he's so loud on TV I could only imagine what he'd yell and the volumes he'd hit when in the throws of passion... plus... cleanup would be a snap! Maybe he'd Yell... "DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT... THAT WILL CUM RIGHT OUT OF THAT RUG!!!!!" HOT! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SVUjJpMufrI/AAAAAAAAEic/2L7o-m5ZMGs/s1600-h/CA4HMV4L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284168386374172338" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SVUjJpMufrI/AAAAAAAAEic/2L7o-m5ZMGs/s320/CA4HMV4L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-8014054377552012734?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8014054377552012734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=8014054377552012734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8014054377552012734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8014054377552012734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/12/bacon.html' title='Bacon!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SVUkFeLgTCI/AAAAAAAAEik/CR8UDVWpmb4/s72-c/bacontux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-7990340196335509733</id><published>2008-12-25T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:16:48.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Smells HOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I answer the call by saying the usual “911?!” the woman on the other end… not so calm. It’s Christmas morning I picture her frantic getting ready for the holiday guest who’re bound to be arriving in the next five hours or so… and what do her wondering EARS behold… FIRE ALARMS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep I could hear them too! Beeping in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is panicking and saying it smells hot – Like toward the basement I think! I don’t see smoke and I don’t see flames but something is hot I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tone out 3 fire engines and a medic unit and also the battalion chief for this – they all go in route and eventually arrive on scene – advising me of their locations for staging in case the house bursts into flames… moments later though… “Command... this will be ok, the scene is stable, we can cancel all other units responding to this call it is an overheated hair dryer!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentence was spoken calmly and clearly – but you could tell he was trying not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what happens when people try to get the perfect Christmas Hair!? I picture the woman with only ONE hair “wing” while the rest of her hair is damp and hanging soggy against her panic stricken cheek! Flailing her arms in the air as the 3 fire engines and the medic units arrive on her block…. Only to find out her whole family evacuated the house in all different stages of undress,  because she overheated the hair dryer trying to get the perfect holiday full-body hair she’d always pictured. Woops! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SVOxPJ8shFI/AAAAAAAAEhk/49ISJg7mUAI/s1600-h/CAI9KJKP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283761661762372690" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SVOxPJ8shFI/AAAAAAAAEhk/49ISJg7mUAI/s320/CAI9KJKP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-7990340196335509733?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7990340196335509733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=7990340196335509733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/7990340196335509733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/7990340196335509733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-smells-hot.html' title='It Smells HOT!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SVOxPJ8shFI/AAAAAAAAEhk/49ISJg7mUAI/s72-c/CAI9KJKP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2848857945188049146</id><published>2008-12-24T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:50:49.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Eve!</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas Eve - my friends are all gathering as I type this out - I'm at work - luckily it's calm in here - I made some new bags out of all sorts of materials for my co workers as holiday gifts. (When I say I made them I mean I made about 15 or so of them and my Mom helped me by making the rest) But I started the project - and tonight I brought them in for the co-workers to use as bags for our headsets and ear pieces and hand held phones and stuff here at work! I put in some coffee mugs and some Holiday lotions and chap sticks and bath washes and stuff so they had little gifts too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh! But I wanna be at my friends house! My friend Carl - He's having a small group of friends over and we'll be hanging out when I get done at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be working 12 hours all day long. But I wanted to say Happy Holidays to you all! Be safe and enjoy yourselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-2848857945188049146?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2848857945188049146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2848857945188049146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2848857945188049146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2848857945188049146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-eve.html' title='Holiday Eve!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2281937816304684818</id><published>2008-12-22T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:33:14.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve is Hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Did I mention ... I haven't blogged in a while... I guess I have no need to mention. You've not read anything right? Right... SO I had a request to blog something... I did... but one specific request was to make mention of the fact that my friend Steve is hot! HE IS! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I thought you should all know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE IS... hot like ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SU_4AGIKxsI/AAAAAAAAEhU/Z13UJmBADuM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282713568457443010" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SU_4AGIKxsI/AAAAAAAAEhU/Z13UJmBADuM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or he's ... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SU_3_yTrWBI/AAAAAAAAEhM/GMgWNrFQTFY/s1600-h/hot3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282713563137005586" style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SU_3_yTrWBI/AAAAAAAAEhM/GMgWNrFQTFY/s320/hot3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like a &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SU_3_sgN7YI/AAAAAAAAEg8/_Gfm97R7gIs/s1600-h/hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282713561578990978" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SU_3_sgN7YI/AAAAAAAAEg8/_Gfm97R7gIs/s320/hot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; hot like these....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SU_3_3cKDuI/AAAAAAAAEhE/hnOfCPRO5F0/s1600-h/hotpants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282713564514750178" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SU_3_3cKDuI/AAAAAAAAEhE/hnOfCPRO5F0/s320/hotpants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you &lt;a href="http://nicetoseestevieb.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Hot Pants Stevie B!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're HOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SU_5YHwUUAI/AAAAAAAAEhc/0kUdhYRccJk/s1600-h/09-13-08_1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282715080722763778" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SU_5YHwUUAI/AAAAAAAAEhc/0kUdhYRccJk/s320/09-13-08_1244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/795512967284879481-2281937816304684818?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2281937816304684818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2281937816304684818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2281937816304684818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2281937816304684818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/12/steve-is-hot.html' title='Steve is Hot!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SU_4AGIKxsI/AAAAAAAAEhU/Z13UJmBADuM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-8221284902236902492</id><published>2008-12-22T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:14:57.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handy ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think I'm pretty lucky. I enjoy planning events but I am not very handy at stuff like putting together new furniture or working on cars construction stuff in general. I tried to put together a simple shelving unit with closing doors and I used a screw that's too long and it went through... of course it's not on the back or the bottom of the unit.. nope it's right on the front. In the middle on the top! Right in the line of sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This made a discolored "bump" of wood that I screwed up! Literally. So when the matching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stack able&lt;/span&gt; drawer set was needing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;be put&lt;/span&gt; together I kind of hinted to Mike that "we" should put those drawers together while we're relaxing and watching the TV. He said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I cleared a spot and after he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;opened&lt;/span&gt; the box of parts I asked which tools he'd need. As he gave me the short list I grabbed each tool needed for the job and delivered them to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's as far as I got in helping! I then cleared a spot for the Drawers to go and did some dishes and I checked hours at the barber to see if we had time for a last minute holiday haircut before they closed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is him putting it together.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SU_0FAf16OI/AAAAAAAAEg0/eQrEOHmWsVw/s1600-h/12-21-08_1619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282709254798960866" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SU_0FAf16OI/AAAAAAAAEg0/eQrEOHmWsVw/s320/12-21-08_1619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh you bet... He's Excited about it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; He has like 20 nails and screws in his mouth! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; HOT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he wanted to hit me with the hammer!? Should I be worried? He also thought to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stack&lt;/span&gt; the drawers on top of the shelves so you can't see where I "screwed up" so it looks nice! I'm lucky... he's handy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&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/795512967284879481-8221284902236902492?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8221284902236902492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=8221284902236902492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8221284902236902492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8221284902236902492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/12/handy.html' title='Handy ...'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SU_0FAf16OI/AAAAAAAAEg0/eQrEOHmWsVw/s72-c/12-21-08_1619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-4580377322012348212</id><published>2008-11-06T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:55:17.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heard this from a friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;this is a blog my friend bill posted at his blog ( &lt;a href="http://www.djrocco.blogspot.com/"&gt;This Is My House&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this on &lt;a href="http://www.gizmodo.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gizmodo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, there is an iPhone app called Magic Tap, a 99-cent iPhone application, lets you send fake calls to yourself on command, just in case you ever need an excuse to get out of an awkward situation such as a horrible blind date, or to avoid having "that talk" with whoever. To make this application more realistic, it lets you customize the caller's name, number and photo I.D. to anyone you choose. This is to funny &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SRNLaW5UKPI/AAAAAAAAEew/wW7g8XJqEDU/s1600-h/anIPhone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265635305520900338" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SRNLaW5UKPI/AAAAAAAAEew/wW7g8XJqEDU/s320/anIPhone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-4580377322012348212?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4580377322012348212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=4580377322012348212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4580377322012348212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4580377322012348212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/11/heard-this-from-friend.html' title='heard this from a friend...'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SRNLaW5UKPI/AAAAAAAAEew/wW7g8XJqEDU/s72-c/anIPhone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2787227343082521191</id><published>2008-11-06T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:31:01.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers?</title><content type='html'>So a friend of mine was in town this last weekend. He's a sweet guy! He's a HUGE Miami dolphins fan... so he had time off and decided to drive overnight and stay for the game here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Denver&lt;/span&gt; before returning home to Oklahoma City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't sure when he'd get to town but he made it in early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; morning. Mike and I went to have breakfast with him very early when we woke up. It went well. I think maybe it was kind of odd since the friend is my ex. He and I dated for a short period of time a number of years ago. Since then we've both gotten partners who we love and adore so it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; but still ... Mike is a trooper for going out and meeting the "ex"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation flowed and our food and laughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;along&lt;/span&gt; with it. I was still half asleep though so I was not as chatty as I can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;. Mike and i had plans for the day to meet and be with our friends who live here in town so it worked nicely to meet with him before that all started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being as tired as I was... they talked me into this ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SRMpJVL0NCI/AAAAAAAAEeo/jKdrINP_QwA/s1600-h/1102080754a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265597629608506402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SRMpJVL0NCI/AAAAAAAAEeo/jKdrINP_QwA/s320/1102080754a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I think we have the same nose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-2787227343082521191?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2787227343082521191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2787227343082521191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2787227343082521191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2787227343082521191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/11/brothers.html' title='Brothers?'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SRMpJVL0NCI/AAAAAAAAEeo/jKdrINP_QwA/s72-c/1102080754a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2694597555446808617</id><published>2008-11-06T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:56:32.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>911 caller</title><content type='html'>OK being a dispatcher for police and the fire departments and ambulance crews for many cities and agencies I hear do and see many off the wall things. It's ever changing and exciting. Always something new. There have been many different things that are odd or out of the norm on a 911 line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today though... i was asked this....&lt;br /&gt;"I need to know what color the urine tests are today please!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh What the hell are you talking about (Which means I said  "Excuse me please?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to know what color the urine tests are today please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeated it back as I heard it ... "I'm sorry you need to know what color the URINE tests are?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused and asked if she needed police or an ambulance..... she said she thinks she might have dialed wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking the closest thing to dialing 9 - 1 - 1 - on your phone MIGHT be 4 - 1 - 1 - which is information.... do you think THEY know the color of the urine tests today? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; I should call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-2694597555446808617?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2694597555446808617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2694597555446808617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2694597555446808617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2694597555446808617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/11/911-caller.html' title='911 caller'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-1264744310962706748</id><published>2008-11-06T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:52:35.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only the Fat Kid....</title><content type='html'>My back pack is like a purse. I use it for work but mainly it has my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monthly&lt;/span&gt; scheduler - my pens and coins and pretty much anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; need. It gives me a place to keep my work badge - and dental floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago my masculine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;camouflaged&lt;/span&gt; man bag with hunter orange trim - was sitting next to me and I needed to find my chap stick. It's in the bottom of my bag. I'm sure of it, but rather than unload the whole thing I began to do the finger sweep blindly rubbing my hand at the bottom of the bag trying to locate by touch the chap stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my fingers came across items I did a mental evaluation of the feel of the item to be able to have a check list of things in the bottom of my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coins ..... dental floss..... camera.... that's it there we ... go oh no that's a battery ...... pencil..... heal cream..... band aid ..... dental floss again...... battery ...... chap oh other battery........  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oph&lt;/span&gt; here we go .... wait? ::::feel ... manipulate in fingers ...  feel:::::::: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; is that? ..... :::grab and slowly remove::::::;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a piece of dried up mushroom Pizza from a week in my bag. I couldn't tell why I had it then I thought back and I think I had lunch in the bag last week and maybe the pizza was wrapped in saran plastic wrap and this piece fell out? Only a fat kid could find dried up food full sized in his man purse and not be sure how long it's been in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway .... now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not worried about what to do for lunch! Thank goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-1264744310962706748?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1264744310962706748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=1264744310962706748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1264744310962706748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1264744310962706748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/11/only-fat-kid.html' title='Only the Fat Kid....'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-284182190244083480</id><published>2008-11-05T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:36:30.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voter! And the states only non-mail in /early voter!</title><content type='html'>I went to vote yesterday and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strategically&lt;/span&gt; placed my vote time in between the morning rush and the lunch rush! It worked - although the lot of the church I went to was full I found the people inside were mainly volunteers or whatever working the poll place. (that sounds dirty! Working the poll place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered the rec room for this building following the arrows on the wall to show me the way I saw a table. The table was full of people working on one side and empty of people being helped on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;outer&lt;/span&gt; ring. I met eyes with an older woman who was placed first at the table. She smiled so I felt obligated to go to her for the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a calm looking older white haired little lady seated gently behind her posted spot at the table. Normally ladies of her stature and age shy away from chatting with me and I assume it's my size and sometimes my hair but mostly because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pierced and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tattooed&lt;/span&gt;!? Maybe I'm wrong. This time I was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was handed the small card to fill out I passed over my ID to the woman with a smile trying to put her at ease. No need I found! She started out by showing me where to put my name and address - then she began her life story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have 21 grandchildren and the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; one is a boy and he plays baseball. He had a game the other day and he and some of the other players showed up to a game with blue hair. The Coach of his team was red with fury over it! But you know what? My daughter sure let him have it! Yes she did! She told him that her son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; straight 'A's and is on the honor roll and shows up to every practice! She then told that coach to keep his head in the game and out of her sons hairstyle. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied how cool I thought that was and I questioningly motioned as to where I should put my signature using the pen she'd handed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went on "Yes honey you sign right there but only because I'm sitting here to witness it. (And without taking a breath) I have to tell you also that all of my grand daughters have tattoos! Well not Amy... or Georgia! They're too young. Oh well and Georgia is technically my great-grand-daughter but she's still a grand child you know!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know! It's still family isn't it!? Well that's cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where she noticed I was inching in the direction of the next set of signs with arrows on them to the next check in point. "Oh hey yes dear you go on around to right there (as she pointed) and they'll help you out! Thank you for voting because YOUR vote counts too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked her also and went on my way into the next step and then next I voted! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wahoo&lt;/span&gt; I voted!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'd finished casting my vote and I headed to the last table set up to collect the cards we'd used to vote and collect my "I Voted" sticker to show proudly on my shirt.... I was thanks by the person tending to that station and then I headed out. (Mind you this little lady got a bit nervous as I walked up and she couldn't quite get her sentence out but her intentions of gratitude were clear enough!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SRHKfsiAkgI/AAAAAAAAEeg/z8wRdxU9hBI/s1600-h/11-04-08_1120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265212085251379714" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SRHKfsiAkgI/AAAAAAAAEeg/z8wRdxU9hBI/s320/11-04-08_1120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As I completed the circle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that'd&lt;/span&gt; been set up for a smooth voting process I walked down the hall and passed that firs little lady who'd shared her family tree with me and also her open minded thoughts of crazy kids like myself. She shouted out to me! "Thank you for coming in and have a great day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied yelling back into that room... "You're welcome thank you too for being here and hey... tell those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; hello for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I WILL!" she beamed back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wondering is how she'd go about doing that!? Maybe she'd start a phone tree letting them know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Georgia&lt;/span&gt; is your sister home? ... I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;punky&lt;/span&gt; voter who wanted to say hello to you kids....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it! Have a great day! HUGS! J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-284182190244083480?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/284182190244083480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=284182190244083480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/284182190244083480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/284182190244083480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/11/voter-and-states-only-non-mail-in-early.html' title='Voter! And the states only non-mail in /early voter!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SRHKfsiAkgI/AAAAAAAAEeg/z8wRdxU9hBI/s72-c/11-04-08_1120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-4219754858034095481</id><published>2008-10-31T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:59:15.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween at Work!</title><content type='html'>Only two of us decided to wear clothes! I was thinking I'd be the only one brave enough! So I brought my costume for work in a bag.&lt;br /&gt;When I saw my other co worker dressed as a bronco fan (she wore pajamas and a hat with slippers so at least "SOME effort" was put forth. So I put mine on! The hat is huge and kinda heavy though so not sure I'll make it the whole 12 hour day! We'll see! four hours down... 8 to go! Then we're partying tonight! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wahoooooo&lt;/span&gt;! What shall I wear to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tonights&lt;/span&gt; bar party? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQs5CUkLNFI/AAAAAAAAEds/1GrgJL_GEc8/s1600-h/fredbfan2photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263363301555516498" style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQs5CUkLNFI/AAAAAAAAEds/1GrgJL_GEc8/s320/fredbfan2photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQs5B4NdQcI/AAAAAAAAEdk/lPyE8A30O9k/s1600-h/fredbfanphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263363293944037826" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQs5B4NdQcI/AAAAAAAAEdk/lPyE8A30O9k/s320/fredbfanphoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-4219754858034095481?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4219754858034095481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=4219754858034095481&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4219754858034095481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/4219754858034095481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-at-work.html' title='Halloween at Work!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQs5CUkLNFI/AAAAAAAAEds/1GrgJL_GEc8/s72-c/fredbfan2photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-523387149934161243</id><published>2008-10-31T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:05:06.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween and Lucky Let Go's</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was a costume party for this years Halloween Gathering. Mike and I decided last minute that we'd go. We weren't sure what to do for costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was at work, I had people emailing me ideas of things I could manage in little to no time. I was considering re enacting the costume I'd done when I was 5 years old and dressing as Boy George again! But I didn't have enough odd stuff and I couldn't find leg warmers! So that was a no go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was at hom eand my sister and mother were there. They pulled out a tub of costumes and halloween stuff and he found an indian costume that ws min eyears ago. It fit him. He decided to go with that. My sister Mandi found a long black wig - She split it down the middle and braided the two ends. She just happened to have leather strings and an extra feather to add to the end of it. He was set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some leather strap up costume boots that matched (left over from a gay cruise costume party a few years back!) They fit too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's my turn! I decided to go with my version of Green Lantern. I had the t shirt, and also just so happened to have green tights in my size (Also left over from gay cruise party) that I hadn't worn yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'de been thinking this would be my costume but I didn't find a mask in any of rht estores we went to. Just a simple mask would have been fine but we coudln't find one like the super heroe's wear. So Mike came up with the idea of using black face paint. It worked pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had green boots from yet another party (thanks Carl) when I was one of many "Hairy God Mothers" my color was GREEN of course at that time too so it worked out for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got all dressed up after I got home from work and headed out to drop off a costume at my friend Liz's house so her man could be a priest and Mike was driving us through the neighborhood and we get pulled over for not ompletely stopping at one of the stop signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the deputy lights' us up we pull over and Mike is kind of freaking out but I'm giggling. Chances are I might know this guy since I dispatch him and even if not... we're in full costume! HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike gets the paperwork out and his ID and stuff as the deputy walks up the the side of the car cautiously! Mie's window is down and we hear "Of all nights to get pulled over eh!?" I think this was more of a generic thing for him to say to hear us talk I guess. Mike says "yeah" back and holds out his info for the oficer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy uses his flashlight to glance in as he stoops down a bit to peer in the car and then he does a double take. He sees our costumes and he starts laughing. HARD! He waves off Mike's hand holding out the paperowk and identification and he says "Oh hell put that shit away!" he keeps laughing and he yells back to us as he's walking back to his car "Watch those stop signs guys it's a $150 fine!" was both kind of "chime" the words THANK YOU in unison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mind you we were pretty cautious the rest of the night!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS&lt;/strong&gt; - we took this picture just afterward because I calle dmy work to find out who the deputy was - they said he's laughing so hard! then my supervisor asked me "So which one of you is pocahontas!?" Mike was pissed he forgot his war paint so they knew he was a male indian They taped the picture to the deputy's locker at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQs3N7ubY1I/AAAAAAAAEdc/CWcoGQZkOQU/s1600-h/10-25-08_2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263361302022808402" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQs3N7ubY1I/AAAAAAAAEdc/CWcoGQZkOQU/s320/10-25-08_2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-523387149934161243?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/523387149934161243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=523387149934161243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/523387149934161243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/523387149934161243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween-and-lucky-let-gos.html' title='Happy Halloween and Lucky Let Go&apos;s'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQs3N7ubY1I/AAAAAAAAEdc/CWcoGQZkOQU/s72-c/10-25-08_2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2307028994813227331</id><published>2008-10-23T11:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:13:45.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>13 TIMES!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQC29_3mebI/AAAAAAAAEcg/iS7-GNWfC-w/s1600-h/05-09-08_1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260405541001656754" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQC29_3mebI/AAAAAAAAEcg/iS7-GNWfC-w/s320/05-09-08_1928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My daughter will kill me if she finds this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's 13 and in a few weeks will be 14. She's the smartest kiddo I've ever met. She's also someone who still acts her age when you get to know her so it's hard to tell if she's going to handle stuff older than someone her age - or act her age. But like most parenting... it's a guessing game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter HOW she handles things she's the light of my life and I miss her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I miss her because she's decided she doesn't want to come home and live with me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQC2-eLjg7I/AAAAAAAAEco/LZF1C_R8O6Y/s1600-h/08-02-08_0804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260405549138412466" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQC2-eLjg7I/AAAAAAAAEco/LZF1C_R8O6Y/s320/08-02-08_0804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It kills me to think she would be unhappy with me... anyway the reasons are many and diverse - we get along great I think ... but she doesn't agree so that's not fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; writing to share that after over a week she's conversing with me on text messages as of about ten minutes go and it's not the end of everything with this stuff but I have tears welling up because it's more than just me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; into thin air. AND we've been discussing the books we're reading. She is reading the book &lt;u&gt;T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for the thirteenth time! 13 TIMES!?!?!?!? It's good but I couldn't possibly read tit that many times! She's read all four books in the series multiple times now. I told her then that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; brag about reading up to about page 200 on the second one in the series! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; She laughed but asked how I liked it. It was back and forth conversation. I'm glad and grateful for every word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've missed my baby girl! And still do. But I love hearing from her! I'm glowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQC2-eqmEPI/AAAAAAAAEcw/sWqJEMfyd3E/s1600-h/js2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260405549268603122" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQC2-eqmEPI/AAAAAAAAEcw/sWqJEMfyd3E/s320/js2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-2307028994813227331?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2307028994813227331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2307028994813227331&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2307028994813227331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2307028994813227331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/13-times.html' title='13 TIMES!?!?!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQC29_3mebI/AAAAAAAAEcg/iS7-GNWfC-w/s72-c/05-09-08_1928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-8246173093105516555</id><published>2008-10-23T07:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:51:22.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ol' "Switch-a-roo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in a 3 bedroom, 3 bathroom house that I share with my younger sister Mandi (29) my daughter Shayla (13), my boyfriend Mike and we have a mini wiener dog named Lunar. The house is only about a mile away from where my mother lives and just 4 miles from the house I lived in as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when we moved in originally I needed my sister to be my room mate and was hoping she'd give in since I couldn't afford to rent the house on my own but knew we'd be great room mates. She actually saw the house we ended up renting and fell in love with it. The price, size and location were all just right so we checked it out and decided to go for it. Deal was that my sister and my daughter could have the two upstairs rooms and I would have the smaller downstairs room. We'd share the two living rooms and the kitchen was lacking in storage space but would do well for us all size-wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've now been there for just over two years and it's still a cute house and it's served us well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room though was small. The closet was the smallest closet I've seen and I had to utilize shelves as clothing storage in addition to my huge dresser (which I got from Stevie a number of years back! Thanks Stevie! Remember showing the kids the secret hiding place for such things as bags of "nails"?!) and the small closet itself was jammed full of hanging clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it became apparent that Mike would be moving in with us my sister made the comment that she'd switch rooms with us. She had the the master bedroom. Not only did it have an entire wall of closet space. It also had the entrance for the bathroom and shower from within the room. AND it's a larger space! PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been planning to switch rooms for months! At one point my sister and I planned to swap rooms prior to Mikes move so it'd be done. Then we planned to do the swap while he was in town. THEN we decided that we'd need to wait until we had time to do it right. No "half-assing" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did it this last weekend and it went pretty well. Mandi's new smaller room is only part of the transition. On the same level of her new room is her bathroom complete with shower, and also a small family room with the laundry closet stocked with full sized side-by-side washer and dryer. So she's been VERY excited about moving down there. She plans to use the spare family room as her crafts room. It's pretty open to the rest of the house but it's a nice place where she can arrange the flowers when she's being the florist for weddings or holidays or school dances. She can do her sewing and crafts down there but mainly it gives her a nice space with good light for painting. Mandi's been doing painting for years. She was the featured artist even at a small down town sandwich shop in Denver for a month. She also donated work for our art auction hosted by our friend Carl as a fundraiser for my daughters Australia trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all we'll all benefit from the move in so many ways.... well, maybe except for Mandi's loss of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, now she's directly below us. That's right. Our bed and Mandi's bed are only separated by the floor. So night before last I realized in the heat of the moment (Now I'll be singing that all day! This is the heat of the moment...) that my bed is friggen noisy. We'd made sure when Mike was piecing it together that it would not hit the wall. But what we didn't notice so much in past adventures was that the springs creak and moan and the bed frame itself can be forced to moan and creak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We try to be quiet... but....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQCA65NioOI/AAAAAAAAEcY/lpFKoQIElw4/s1600-h/CAEN49IB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260346114047123682" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQCA65NioOI/AAAAAAAAEcY/lpFKoQIElw4/s320/CAEN49IB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... not always easy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing DURING a session of hot love (LOL) is normal anyway because sex is fun and entertaining a lot of the time. But I was chuckling because I felt bad that my poor sister was down there rethinking the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's REALLY glad about her new craft area! And easier access to her bathroom and the new chandeliers we worked together to hang.... Which she says do not swing from the ceiling when those odd noises were being made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl! HAHA! I think we're getting a new bed here pretty soon. I think Mandi might be starting a tradition of sleeping with her radio on. And Maybe ear plugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQB_ZECtIXI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/NdVnAaHHylg/s1600-h/CAGX21VS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260344433327284594" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQB_ZECtIXI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/NdVnAaHHylg/s320/CAGX21VS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-8246173093105516555?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8246173093105516555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=8246173093105516555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8246173093105516555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8246173093105516555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/ol-switch-roo.html' title='The Ol&apos; &quot;Switch-a-roo&quot;'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SQCA65NioOI/AAAAAAAAEcY/lpFKoQIElw4/s72-c/CAEN49IB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-5615866649680374569</id><published>2008-10-17T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:43:44.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So you know those times when you are in bed and you should be sleeping but you’re too busy talking and laughing and sometimes wrestling around? And I mean it like seriously wrestling kinda some tickling and grabbing and well ok maybe even threats of biting? Yeah ok see … so you know what I mean! Ok good then… So last night Mike and I were doing that! I was tired and I think he was too but in all when we layed down we were full of chatter and laughs and talkness and we would wrestle a little then stop and then go again then stop and laugh a lot in between… So it got to the point where whenever I moved my arm he’d flinch for fear I was going to tickle him. Or something. So as you can see I’m training him to fear my every move. LOL Ok not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sweet talking him and saying how he can trust me just let me move my arm around… he’s apprehensive and staying watchful and mindful of each slow movement of my arm rubbing up and down his side or on his chest and he trusted me! So I say “Awww babe you trusted me see and it was good” As I lean in to kiss him I move my arm up to his cheek and I accidentally and violently jabbed him in the eye with my thumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPjOCDNW_KI/AAAAAAAAEbk/LaG2hc8tQu4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258179099571453090" style="WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="134" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPjOCDNW_KI/AAAAAAAAEbk/LaG2hc8tQu4/s320/images.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God! I’m such a doof! He forgave me… until I sliced his shin with my toe nails! He just might kill me! If I don’t "do him in" first! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-5615866649680374569?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5615866649680374569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=5615866649680374569&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/5615866649680374569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/5615866649680374569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-you-know-those-times-when-you-are-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPjOCDNW_KI/AAAAAAAAEbk/LaG2hc8tQu4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-9142550216258908611</id><published>2008-10-16T15:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:41:40.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandi Lisa!</title><content type='html'>Doesn't she look like Mona Lisa? &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPe0zdXXagI/AAAAAAAAEbc/mvXrVRz4Ey4/s1600-h/10-14-08_1937.jpg"&gt;Not sure maybe it's just me? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257869886127303170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPe0zdXXagI/AAAAAAAAEbc/mvXrVRz4Ey4/s320/10-14-08_1937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-9142550216258908611?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/9142550216258908611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=9142550216258908611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/9142550216258908611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/9142550216258908611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/mandi-lisa.html' title='Mandi Lisa!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPe0zdXXagI/AAAAAAAAEbc/mvXrVRz4Ey4/s72-c/10-14-08_1937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-8058619696458050219</id><published>2008-10-16T13:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:20:28.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Estes Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPeQbp4Yb-I/AAAAAAAAEa8/YXFzJX66bWI/s1600-h/10-10-08_1033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257829894751547362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPeQbp4Yb-I/AAAAAAAAEa8/YXFzJX66bWI/s320/10-10-08_1033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thing is there's a river behind us!!! And all around the green trees - was bright vivid yellow trees and it looked so awesome with some red turning leaves in the mix... then I take a picture and kept getting just pictures of the green ones! HAHAAH! What a dork! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go back up there it was amazing! So pretty! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPeTNTyaM8I/AAAAAAAAEbU/sCCxiYs_Fx0/s1600-h/10-10-08_1342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257832946837631938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPeTNTyaM8I/AAAAAAAAEbU/sCCxiYs_Fx0/s320/10-10-08_1342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are som more fun pictures... I'm just learning how to post these things! I think  it's easier than I'm making it! LOL &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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPeTNC6LedI/AAAAAAAAEbM/QMy-Dt0liBI/s1600-h/10-10-08_1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257832942306818514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPeTNC6LedI/AAAAAAAAEbM/QMy-Dt0liBI/s320/10-10-08_1339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPeTNAzAmNI/AAAAAAAAEbE/ErfUCnrB4Hg/s1600-h/10-10-08_1245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257832941739874514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPeTNAzAmNI/AAAAAAAAEbE/ErfUCnrB4Hg/s320/10-10-08_1245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/795512967284879481-8058619696458050219?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8058619696458050219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=8058619696458050219&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8058619696458050219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8058619696458050219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-estes-park.html' title='In Estes Park'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPeQbp4Yb-I/AAAAAAAAEa8/YXFzJX66bWI/s72-c/10-10-08_1033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-873852224341701965</id><published>2008-10-16T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:04:20.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's such a dude!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPeQGkELY1I/AAAAAAAAEa0/McelwBEm-xs/s1600-h/10-10-08_1030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257829532413158226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPeQGkELY1I/AAAAAAAAEa0/McelwBEm-xs/s320/10-10-08_1030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that we went to check out the fall colors changing in the Rocky Mountains... We stopped to hike... took some pictures and in nature... he heard nature's call! So I snapped a shot of it! LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-873852224341701965?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/873852224341701965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=873852224341701965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/873852224341701965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/873852224341701965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/hes-such-dude.html' title='He&apos;s such a dude!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPeQGkELY1I/AAAAAAAAEa0/McelwBEm-xs/s72-c/10-10-08_1030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-8374139139843621549</id><published>2008-10-16T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:21:32.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Me I'm Falling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPdp9OzXO6I/AAAAAAAAEas/S8TQGnV1KzA/s1600-h/10-13-08_1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257787590644808610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPdp9OzXO6I/AAAAAAAAEas/S8TQGnV1KzA/s320/10-13-08_1007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok So I have the Man home... and things seemed to be going smoothly. Mike started his new job on Monday this week. It's a change from what he was used to doing when it comes to policies and time frames chargeable for jobs and such but he's still a technician working on the same type of vehicle's he's used to working on. So that's a good thing right!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd been overwhelmed with the wonderful new man living with us - I also had my daughter home for the first time since he's lived with us (she's still adjusting but they get along great!) Then my daughter has her first high school dance ever Saturday night. She looked gorgeous. I did her hair! ha! She's in class - and I get a text message from her telling me she'd forgotten her lunch that day. Normally I'd run and grab her and take her to lunch - or drop her food off or even stay and eat lunch with her in the cafeteria. . . However I couldn't! (I didn't realize until hours later how much I COULDN'T) I had been doing Laundry, dishes in the dish washer and then I was scrubbing a pot from the sink that Mike had popped popcorn in the other night. It had burn marks in the bottom from the "old maids" or unpopped kernels. SO... I'm scrubbing and I noticed the water is filling up the sink on the side of the disposal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I flip the switch for the disposal and it turns on. It sounds like it's working on something but the water is not going down. In fact it is now filling up the other half of the sink. So I think maybe something greasy is down there clogging it so I added some dish washing soap - (Palmolive -- "Look Madge I soaked in it")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - all that did was make the overflowed water soapy. Wahoooo! lol So I decide to give it a rest - I mean I AM doing laundry and running the dishwasher. I coudl lay off the kitchen sink for a bit right!? OK FINE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO I drop the pot back into the now half full and draining soapy sink. I'll wait. Only as I step away from the counter at the sink I realize my feet are in standing water! The kitchen is now filling the tile floor starting at the cabinet below the kitchen sink. Oh Hell!~!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I carefully fling the cabinet doors open and I start trying to get the contents of the cabinet out from underneath. I am throwing away saved empty grocery store and department store bags that are in fact filled now part way with water and flapping it into my face! My pajama pants were now soaking up like a sponge and almost wet up to my knees. So they're sticking to me and almost causing me to trip and slip on the floor. I'm gonna hurt myself AND someone else at this point!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go down to the laundry closet and grab tons of towels - I lay them out in the kitchen and use them to help me clean out all the cleaning supplies from under the sink - the water has stopped making a larger puddle in the kitchen now but it's still a large mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I end up cleaning out the entire cabinet and throwing away things I've decided we haven't even seen for a year at least like a small plant holder and a watering pail that doesn't work too well without spilling (which is now full of water! I used it to water other plants! I'm green that way!) and some other useless stuff! I condensed the multiple bottles of "pet odor eliminator Fabreeze air fresheners" into one. I recycled the empty ones. The underside looks great now that I've dried it up and the odd thing is... I can't figure out what leaked. I used the disposal, I finished the load of dishes and laundry - nothing leaked even a little. Nothing looked cracked or broken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So needless to say I couldn't take lunch to my daughter since I'd be on my hands and knees drying up and now doing a load of towels to boot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN when it comes time to get out and pick my daughter up from school I get dressed, I grab my wallet - my keys..... um... My keys?.,.... where the hell did I put my keys? .... I narrow it down to either my sisters car in the door handle when we went to the haunted house the night before... OR.... My boyfriend Mike's car.... in HIS door handle when we'd gone out before that.... So I have no house keys and no car keys. AHHHH! BUT We have hooks in the closet for secret copies of the keys ! Thank goodness! I grab the one for the 2003 Saturn Vue! I run out the door now a bit too close to time for me to be making it to her school on time all the way across town. Ahhh! I intelligently leave the door for the house unlocked - I put the dog in his huge kennel - and I go to unlock the door for my car. NOPE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awwww hell - this is for the RED 2003 Saturn Vue! It's my sisters spare key! NOT MINE! I look at the spare tag and it says "red" - Darn it it IS her key! Where's MY Spare? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know where it is! It's on my Mom's key chain! So I won't lose it! My MOM is all the way on the other side of the metro area for her Bowling league night! Dang it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call my younger sister Mandi and ask her to go pick up Shayla from school for me and explain why. I text Mike to see if he has my keys. No answer until he's already off from work because he's working so much he doesn't wanna get in trouble for being on his phone and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is like the longest blog ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the kitchen cleaned up and the towels washed and the dishes put away and the daughter made it home and my sister even stopped by and grabbed some food for her to munch on since she'd missed out on lunch. The day was hectic! But we made it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Day did actually get even worse a few hours later... but I'm still here. It's been a rough week but you know what... My new man hasn't wavered. I say NEW man - he's been with me for some time now - but it's been a hectic first week and he's only held on tighter when he hugs me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lucky as hell! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/795512967284879481-8374139139843621549?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8374139139843621549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=8374139139843621549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8374139139843621549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8374139139843621549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/catch-me-im-falling.html' title='Catch Me I&apos;m Falling!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SPdp9OzXO6I/AAAAAAAAEas/S8TQGnV1KzA/s72-c/10-13-08_1007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-1805647046028008113</id><published>2008-10-09T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:17:11.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure how...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SO4SLQF95HI/AAAAAAAAEak/hixo5xMoUK8/s1600-h/10-07-08_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255157799695803506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SO4SLQF95HI/AAAAAAAAEak/hixo5xMoUK8/s320/10-07-08_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to figure out how to post more than one main picture in a blog but or now I'll share this interesting picture taken at the down-home-country-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cookin&lt;/span&gt;-eatery known as the cracker barrel (which always makes me think of a barrel of white folks!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why do we bring out porcelain dolls with us to breakfast? (Shayla {my daughter} used to call them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Porsha&lt;/span&gt; Lynn dolls which... even though she's all cute and innocent made me think total porn star! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway these ladies I think were drug-filled-doll dealers... that's my theory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-1805647046028008113?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1805647046028008113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=1805647046028008113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1805647046028008113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1805647046028008113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-sure-how.html' title='Not sure how...'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SO4SLQF95HI/AAAAAAAAEak/hixo5xMoUK8/s72-c/10-07-08_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-5613697683214169572</id><published>2008-10-04T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:38:10.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4, 3, 2, 1 Earth below us... drifting, falling,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SOeN2ozgG9I/AAAAAAAAEZ4/wiPm6ji-fU0/s1600-h/07-29-08_1230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253323460156857298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SOeN2ozgG9I/AAAAAAAAEZ4/wiPm6ji-fU0/s320/07-29-08_1230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the day! Today is the time I've hoped would happen or thought would NEVER happen and have actually thought about for years now. But mainly for the last year it's been something I thought might actually be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I fly out to Washington's SEATAC Airport and get picked up by my BOYFRIEND Mike! We drive back home and snuggle together and then early in the morning we hop in the rented moving truck that is towing his Honda Accord as we drive half way (or so it seems) across the country (actually only through like 5 states or so) for a full day drive time (actually this one's close to true it's between 19-24 hours) to be spread out between tomorrow and Monday!!! I'm bringing my man home. He's got a new home and a new job and he starts on Wednesday. It's REAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no joke It's not JUST a dream. Yes I'm nervous! YES I'm excited. It's like it's too good to be true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Seriously it does. They saying I'm "waiting for the other shoe to drop" is like the closest I can find to how I'm thinking. I don't recall the "first shoe" dropping but you know it's like something is too good or too wonderful. He's not Psycho, He's sweet He's funny and he's willing to leave his home for ME? ME? Hmmm~ And when I met him almost 3 years ago from online chat and then phone conversations he was not single &amp;amp; he lived out of state (which I said I'd NEVER DO again when it came to dating) so between those two it wasn't an option. He's hot as far as I'm concerned and he's hilarious. He said he wasn't happy in his relationship and I told him that's fine then get out of it on your own terms. (Which I thought he'd never do but I wouldn't admit I even liked him back until he was single and I wasn't going to hold it over his head I just stayed his friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway My point is - through lots of crazy circumstances - we've gotten to today - the day we begin our life together. After living so far apart and being on the phone CONSTANTLY - flying multiple times back and forth and meeting family and friends and friends who ARE family we'll be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty. I honestly should feel guilty for being part of the situation when he broke up with his ex. However his ex let me have it! He wrote this message to me on my Myspace page letting me know exactly what he thought of me! He slammed my parental ability and said I had a small penis (hahahah I loved that part) So he got to say what he wanted and I left it alone so I don't feel guilty about being a "home wrecker" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel guilt over being the reason he's leaving his family and his friends! He's got this huge network of people who he's so close with! Friends he's grown up with! Family he's loved and hated but no matter what they've always been very close by when he needed them there. He's leaving them behind for me. for US! It's so romantical! (As Chi chi would say!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I've lost sleep and had wretched dreams about this not working well. Or thinking I'll die on the plane or the plane will crash on my way out there. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK this is more than enough rambling... can you tell I'm excited? He says I'm like a puppy! I think he's right! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-5613697683214169572?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5613697683214169572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=5613697683214169572&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/5613697683214169572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/5613697683214169572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-3-2-1-earth-below-us-drifting-falling.html' title='4, 3, 2, 1 Earth below us... drifting, falling,,,'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SOeN2ozgG9I/AAAAAAAAEZ4/wiPm6ji-fU0/s72-c/07-29-08_1230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2572172849682270509</id><published>2008-10-03T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:46:20.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Knock!?</title><content type='html'>This is hopefully something that I'm not the only one that it's happened to? But I have to share - It's about bed time last night, I'm geared up and ready for bed. I've spoken to Mike on the phone and wished him a goodnight! We talked about our day and our short countdown to when he comes home for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home with only the pet dog Lunar for company. He's the mini wiener dog who lives with us and he hears everything. He hears a fly buzzing by in the other room, he hears people talking outside, and the cool thing is he always hears the door when someone is home trying to come into the house. AND he only barks if it's someone he truly doesn't know (And oddly normally only at straight males!? I think he has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gaydar&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he (Lunar the super mini weeny!) is in my room with me. My sister/roommate Mandi is at practice until late. She is going out of town today so last night she met with a friend to trade house keys so her friend Nikki could take care of our dog and my Mom's dog while we're all out of town this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn on the monitor to watch some quickie porn before bed time. The dog is on my bed and by now he knows to ignore me when I'm doing so. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I 'm watching this homemade video close up of a guy with a live crotch - the guy on the monitor reminds me of Mike... so this is perfect and I'm kind of reveling in my new porn find. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wahooooo&lt;/span&gt;! In the background of the porno the hand held video catches the sound of a doorbell. I kind of laughed but the performers on my monitor didn't even react! I thought it was so funny to be sucking on something and filming it and the doorbell rings and you don't even react for fear you'll lose the mood for this porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I find it entertaining and I "rewind" using the progress bar at the bottom of the porn window to go back to that part and I check to see if that's what the noise was ... sure as shit that's it! The soft distant doorbell rings again! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! I thought how funny that the dog didn't jump because he jumps even when the doorbell on the TV is ringing and he looks out the blinds to see who's here or he jumps at the door. But this time ... NOTHING! Then again ... the guys on the monitor in the same scene also still didn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I mentally move on and I'm watching and I'm getting to the point of no return when a dark figure ... an outline of a person with their hair all "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bunned"&lt;/span&gt; up on top of their head is at my door which was already cracked open (so when my sister comes home the dog can run to her and intercept her before she comes downstairs and I can put away any evidence) and then the light reflects off the eyeglasses of my sister who is in fact IN MY ROOM! I'm sitting on the other side of my computer the only thing between her eyes and my junk is the computer monitor!!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do the "bend-in-half-cover-your-crotch" move and say this "GET OUT I"M MASTURBATING!" silently she realizes and does a silent spin and is out of eyesight and of my room in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;millisecond&lt;/span&gt;. I close the door and look at the dog and he's looking at me like "Eh? What just happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my everything away... turn of the computer - and I can't stop laughing. I'm so uncomfortable right now. I feel dirty and exposed and just "caught" in general. And What the hell happened to my watch dog? Damn! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my pants back on and I walk out of the room and I yell into the rest of the house that I'm sorry. She can't see me from the kitchen and I can't see her but she replies off handed that it's fine and whatever... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Still so AWKWARD!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;! Couple more weeks I'll be upstairs and you can hear the stairs creak before anyone can even get to my room so I should be fine! But seriously!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I know... too much info... but hey that's me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; My poor sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-2572172849682270509?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2572172849682270509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2572172849682270509&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2572172849682270509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2572172849682270509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/10/holy-knock.html' title='Holy Knock!?'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2017041075059589476</id><published>2008-09-27T07:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T07:51:51.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SN46RqUJYXI/AAAAAAAAER8/QWNWvK_M4dk/s1600-h/OT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250698290651554162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SN46RqUJYXI/AAAAAAAAER8/QWNWvK_M4dk/s320/OT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention I got up at 3am this morning (when I say 3 AM I truly mean my alarm went off at 3:35 and I hit snooze until about 3:50) to be at work two hours earlier than normal? Yes it's true! So today IS my "Friday" of the week! BUT It's a twelve hour shift today for me! I'll be very happy when 5PM rolls around and I get to go pick up my little teenaged wonderball of knowledge, joy and joyness! I sure like that kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might try to sneak her into the clubs tonight I feel like dancing! She's got MOVESSSSS! ok I've only danced with her at wedding when she's reluctant and when I helped chaperon the junior high dance. But she was fun and kept me on the dance floor with her and her friends so I'm SURE she'll love the club! LOL? NO? OK maybe another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-2017041075059589476?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2017041075059589476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2017041075059589476&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2017041075059589476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2017041075059589476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/09/ot.html' title='OT'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SN46RqUJYXI/AAAAAAAAER8/QWNWvK_M4dk/s72-c/OT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-7360132349050017116</id><published>2008-09-27T07:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T07:44:35.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The mechanic is almost moving in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SN44paF3AWI/AAAAAAAAER0/dFni2WkLuIc/s1600-h/roadtrip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250696499590267234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SN44paF3AWI/AAAAAAAAER0/dFni2WkLuIc/s320/roadtrip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The countdown has been going for what feels like forever. I have been waiting for ever it seems for Mike to be moving in with me. Well, with us (I live with my sister and of course my daughter lives with me part time too). Now it's one week from tonight that I fly out to SeaTac airport and then one week from tomorrow that we start the drive back with all of his belongings to Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROAD TRIP!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road trip part will be a good chance to spend HOURS and HOURS together in close proximity. Stopping only to pee and refuel. I think I'll pack sandwiches! Which in turn makes me think of the original "Vacation" movie where the dog pees on the picnic basket and the batty old aunt keeps eating it anyway even though Chevy Chase's "cool moves" for Christie Brinkley in the distance are completely knocked out of whack by the urine stained White bread goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... and we're back.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the new living situation I'm very excited! I'm excited, I'm nervous - He's excited and nervous and he starts his new job immediately! I almost wish he could take like a week or two off and relax for a while. I think that might be more difficult. I think the waiting to start would be counter productive for his relaxation process. Meeting ALL new people in an entirely different state. Yeah I'd be nervous. I have started new jobs where I've not known anyone going in, but I've always had my outside world to comfort me with the familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he WILL have me and my family and friends who love him so much but it's still new for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as nervous as he is I can't help but be counting down every minute of every day. Poor guy he has to deal with me bouncing off the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I'm thinking he'll be ok about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my week with my daughter home and the last time I have just her and I. Well not that we won't be able to do stuff on our own anyway but you know before Mike moves in with us. This is a first for us all. She's a teenage girl and she's brilliant in my eyes so I'm not sure how this will go. I'm anticipating drama and good times mixed with bad, but that's life in general isn't it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I'm rambling ! Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and UHGGG - I have to clean and get rid of stuff... anyone want my old Flintstone and Rainbow bright toys? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-7360132349050017116?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7360132349050017116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=7360132349050017116&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/7360132349050017116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/7360132349050017116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/09/mechanic-is-almost-moving-in.html' title='The mechanic is almost moving in!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SN44paF3AWI/AAAAAAAAER0/dFni2WkLuIc/s72-c/roadtrip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-5894006431386636809</id><published>2008-09-24T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:32:20.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well blow me down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SNqFiAB26II/AAAAAAAAERs/QaXei45OMJ4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249655134823573634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SNqFiAB26II/AAAAAAAAERs/QaXei45OMJ4/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is an example of a story... this did not necasarrily happen but I used it to pose a question.... this is not to portray a call or person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes people do odd things... one time a lady thought her car was being broken into by small people who were sitting on the dash board of her car. She called 911 and told them but she doesn't always think or see things the same as most people and this may have progressed as she's aged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she called 911 - the dispatcher may have gotten her address and information and sent officers on the way who may have responded to assist her. This older lady's husband heard her making this call and he looked out the window to find no one there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband got on the phone to tell 911 it was an error no need for officers because there wasn't anyone there... when officers arrived to check on scene they realized she was someone they'd helped out before and knew she's not seeing things the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even let her use their flashlight to show her no one was in the car or on the dashboard. ... this only made her think (logically of course) that the people who'd been on her dash were now hiding in the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband got mad before that and he yelled that there wasn't anyone out there or in the car and he went inside. After she was convinced they'd gone into the tree the older lady may have begun climbing a tree... the officer might have made sure she's OK and taken his flashlight back before leaving the husband to get her down and back into their home for the night to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mike if I ever had something like this made up scenario happened... if he'd help me out of the tree and make sure i was safe. He said he'd hose me out of the tree and that he'd make sure I was down but not necessarily safe.... see this is love! He DOES care! LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-5894006431386636809?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5894006431386636809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=5894006431386636809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/5894006431386636809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/5894006431386636809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-blow-me-down.html' title='Well blow me down!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SNqFiAB26II/AAAAAAAAERs/QaXei45OMJ4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-1000348395474381420</id><published>2008-09-22T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:51:17.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>table tag!</title><content type='html'>So I'm new to the whole long term relationship thing and it's wonderful so far but I realized today there's some stuff I'm going to have to start taking into consideration... among other things it's new purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I'm out shopping for a new table for my mom with her and my younger sister Mandi! Well right now My younger sister Mandi and I rent a house together and we've got limited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kitchen&lt;/span&gt; space ourselves but we've been using a nice old wood table that we grew up using at our grandmothers house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always worked - it's a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wobbly&lt;/span&gt; but - it works! It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a bit&lt;/span&gt; too large - it's kinda in the way and did I mention it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wobbly&lt;/span&gt;? I did? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; cool - moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before we find the Table my mother ends up getting for herself - which BTW is rad - it has storage for wine bottles and glasses and some open &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cabinets&lt;/span&gt; - .... she finds a table that's perfect for our kitchen! It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tained&lt;/span&gt; wood underneath - with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shelves&lt;/span&gt; for our cookbooks and some other stuff opening up cupboard space .... This will also open up the kitchen and the height of the new table would make for GREAT working space when cooking (Which I don't do but the boyfriend and my sister both do!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so we got mom's new table and chairs... got our new table and chairs... it worked out well... on our way out my boyfriend called me and asked what was up! I explained how cool it was that we'd have this new table with new storage and new folding flaps on the table which will make for even MORE room!!!! And it's sturdy... well he moves in in like 2 weeks and um I didn't think to ask him if he had a table already... he DOES! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aaawwwwww&lt;/span&gt; crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get used to the checking with people before making large moves any minute now don't you think? ... no? .... we'll see! But I'll try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I can't wait for you to see the new set... it has new chairs that are large enough for my ass even and they have NO ARMS! wahoooo! LOL Hope he likes them too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-1000348395474381420?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1000348395474381420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=1000348395474381420&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1000348395474381420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/1000348395474381420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/09/table-tag.html' title='table tag!'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-2392315350529319277</id><published>2008-09-20T17:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:46:28.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Birthday is it anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SNWZIYFMtaI/AAAAAAAAERA/Q8kjzmTmQiI/s1600-h/09-20-08_1729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248269309952439714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SNWZIYFMtaI/AAAAAAAAERA/Q8kjzmTmQiI/s320/09-20-08_1729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work the supervisors or co workers tend to take turns buying cards for special, happy or sad occasions and then we all pass the card around and sign it for whoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the passing of the card through the different shifts is very secretive. Like if they're planning to have like a pot luck on a different day and they maybe want the element of surprise to be involved! I think the concept is that even though I personally have signed passed around cards hundreds of times in my time here as a 911 dispatcher for others, maybe I will think "they all spent super amounts of special time to get me a card together and therefore it means more to me" if I don't see them signing it the day before? ... I'm not sure!? But either way it's cool to have things celebrated and either you can or don't have to sign... or you can bring food or not... (in some cases of course there's always that person who NEVER brings it and then ALWAYS eats more than anyone!) but that is a whole new blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my point is this... the director for the dispatch center got a card for the head man in charge - who is a Nice guy and kinda hot for his age... but anyway it's his birthday... His name is Bill.... I had the card handed to me to sign.. I signed and passed it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The card made it's way around the room and then it very sneakily made it's way back toward us in a secret hushed voice sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you whispering?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holley in whispered tones: "It's for Lee and he's right there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us "no it's not! It's for Bill!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holley: "no it's for Lee! I know I just signed it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us : "What? It's not Lee's Birthday!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holley had asked one of the people who signed it before her and had actually handed her the card told her it was for Lee's birthday. Holley then opened up the card and glanced through it and thought Lee had signed the card...? Confused she asked the co worker, "How can it be for LEE is he signed it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The co worker pointed out that no... "It says HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEE" and kinda gave Holley that look like as if to say "Um HELOOOOO???? DUH?????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH! The director brought in a fresh new card for us to sign today for bill! We spent the remainder of our night last night wishing Lee a happy birthday and I'm not sure he knew why! LOL But we thought it'd be tacky to just "white-out" the names LEE that had been added to the messages from a few people and still give him that card ya know!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-2392315350529319277?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2392315350529319277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=2392315350529319277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2392315350529319277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/2392315350529319277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/09/whos-birthday-is-it-anyway.html' title='Who&apos;s Birthday is it anyway?'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SNWZIYFMtaI/AAAAAAAAERA/Q8kjzmTmQiI/s72-c/09-20-08_1729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-55392482782194811</id><published>2008-09-20T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T14:42:43.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait? How long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SNVeam0n2-I/AAAAAAAAEQg/gsKPB9Vtvyc/s1600-h/nyc86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248204751961054178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SNVeam0n2-I/AAAAAAAAEQg/gsKPB9Vtvyc/s320/nyc86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK this is a picture of me in central Park! I was originally standing next to my daughter in the picture but I cropped it out. Only for personal use and I have the whole picture posted on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; too but I thought the sun in my eye looked WHACKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face.... Who knows what I'm doing? Always being a nerd I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so I took my daughter out to NYC for spring break and I loved it! We both walked more than we ever thought possible and saw friends and stayed with them while we were out there. This little daughter of mine is just growing up so fast I have a hard time thinking she won't have time for me when she gets older and so I try to do as many things as I can NOW that we'll both enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we had family members of one of my co workers in here talking about their oldest son (who was in here too ) taking a drivers safety and defensive driving course. They paid $700 for this one course - and he learned how to get his car out from a spin and a skid and how to turn the wheels in this set up road of hazards and cones and such and how he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; do it safely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seven hundred dollars? PLUS a car? PLUS a kid on the roads!? I mean yes it's better they're trained well. So whatever. SO then I we discussed the new driving age laws and requirements on how to get the permit and how you can get it a year before you're 16 if you take the courses and do the in class time. I then said "Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and who knows how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;laws&lt;/span&gt; will be in two years when My 13 year old is ready to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you I have mentally been getting ready to take her to the parking lot and help teach her the basics of driving a stick shift vehicle. But at this time I came to this conclusion in my head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she's only 13."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh wait she's almost 14!"&lt;br /&gt;"Still 2 years till 16"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh wait only have to be 15 to get her permit!"&lt;br /&gt;"CRAP I've got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friggen&lt;/span&gt; YEAR!!!???? That's IT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of excited she's done so well in life but man I can't believe she'll be driving soon! Dang it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/795512967284879481-55392482782194811?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/55392482782194811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=55392482782194811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/55392482782194811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/55392482782194811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/09/wait-how-long.html' title='Wait? How long?'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SNVeam0n2-I/AAAAAAAAEQg/gsKPB9Vtvyc/s72-c/nyc86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-795512967284879481.post-8625399962250938585</id><published>2008-09-20T08:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:23:55.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SNUHTdu3GVI/AAAAAAAAEPk/jfIe3hhUMNQ/s1600-h/11-14-07_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248108971750267218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SNUHTdu3GVI/AAAAAAAAEPk/jfIe3hhUMNQ/s320/11-14-07_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good morning. This is Jerrod! I go by freddyeyes a lot too! It's a whole Flintstone thing. Since I was a kid I have been compared to Fred Flintstone. I had a Fred shaped baby bottle who was kind of like my security blanket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm 31 and a father to a beautiful daughter who is almost 14. She's in 9Th grade this year and making us all proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gay, out and currently in love with a man who I've known for about 3 years. We've been together for a while now and he's about to move out here to Colorado from Washington so we can live together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this blog is kind of a way to chronicle what's happened for me over the last few years - maybe some cool goofy stories from my colorful past. Sometimes maybe just thoughts I guess. And well a journal for me to get stuff out of my head. We'll see. Maybe I'll even stick to it and keep them coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/795512967284879481-8625399962250938585?l=bedrockbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8625399962250938585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795512967284879481&amp;postID=8625399962250938585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8625399962250938585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/795512967284879481/posts/default/8625399962250938585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedrockbabble.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday-morning.html' title='Saturday Morning'/><author><name>Freddyeyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17829790575968635361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/TTP3X6mvqzI/AAAAAAAAGAA/-w4mvajdb2w/S220/DSCF3663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyrLYrPTD6w/SNUHTdu3GVI/AAAAAAAAEPk/jfIe3hhUMNQ/s72-c/11-14-07_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
