<?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-8696400</id><updated>2011-10-12T15:47:31.730-04:00</updated><category term='Cars'/><category term='12 of 12'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Back in the Day'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Job Search'/><category term='Presidential News'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Multiple Sclerosis'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Collections'/><category term='Life in My Reality'/><category term='Entertainers'/><category term='40 Toys'/><category term='For Fun'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='Misc. Ramblings'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Grandkids'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Diabetes'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Hodgkins'/><category term='Quitting Smoking'/><category term='Blogitty Blog Blog Blog'/><category term='WoW'/><category term='Coming Out'/><category term='Current Headlines'/><category term='Summertime'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Flashback'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='Thursday Thirteen'/><category term='Anniversaries'/><category term='Cats'/><category term='Neighbors'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Weekends'/><category term='Seasons'/><category term='Finances'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Hollywood'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Ads from the Past'/><category term='House Hunt'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><subtitle type='html'>"Few people have the imagination for reality." ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>610</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-1031784111313024967</id><published>2011-08-15T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T00:39:37.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>To Date or Not to Date...That is the Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL2p9G5qTFA/TkidV2SBacI/AAAAAAAAHew/JxyT5RFiaqo/s1600/987date.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL2p9G5qTFA/TkidV2SBacI/AAAAAAAAHew/JxyT5RFiaqo/s320/987date.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's been almost a year since Dan and I broke up, and recently I've been thinking about dating again.&amp;nbsp; I mean seriously looking for someone to date. More than a one night stand, or a FWB. Someone special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well it's not as easy as I first thought it was going to be.&amp;nbsp; I mean a lot has changed in&amp;nbsp;eleven years, which was the last time I went on a date.&amp;nbsp; There was the Internet 11 years ago, but online dating was in it's infancy, and many of the guys that were on those sites were not ones you would have wanted to take home to meet your mother...or pets.&amp;nbsp; However, now the Internet is flooded with gay dating sites and even apps for your phones.&amp;nbsp; There is gay.com, okcupid.com, grindr, scruff, adam4adam, growlr...and the list goes on and on, even craigslist has an man 4 man option for personal ads.&amp;nbsp; Some are true dating sites, but most a "hook-up" sites.&amp;nbsp; What happened to going out to the bars, or other social venues and find a nice guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then there are the "types" of guy your looking for, or attracted to.&amp;nbsp; Do I want a twink, or bear, or sissy girl, or leather man.&amp;nbsp; Hell I just want a date!&amp;nbsp; Then there is the age thing... yes we in the gay community are very selective.&amp;nbsp; If you are 21 to 30, you don't want to date someone in their 50's.&amp;nbsp; A guy 50+ is like dating your grandfather! (Yes, I was told that)&amp;nbsp; If your 35 to 40, you also don't want to date someone over 50.&amp;nbsp; Why? Because they are wanting someone their age or younger, someone they can relate to.&amp;nbsp; And most of the guys that are 45-55? Well they are looking for some hot young stud to make them feel younger. So where do I fit in, in all of this?&amp;nbsp; I don't know, you tell me! I'm not picky about age. Well anywhere from 25 to 55,&amp;nbsp; I think that is a broad enough age difference. As far as my type? He just needs to be a gay man, that is established, employed and decent. Not so much into "types" either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was just hoping to jump back out there in the dating pool and find Mr. Right and settle back down in the daily grind with someone at my side. But do I really?&amp;nbsp;Do I really want that?&amp;nbsp; Am I ready for another relationship?&amp;nbsp; Will I ever be ready for another relationship?&amp;nbsp;Today I am not sure. But what I do know is that I do not like dating any more that I did 11 years ago.&amp;nbsp; It's hard, and painful, and it causes me to think WAY too much.&amp;nbsp; So what do I do?&amp;nbsp; I think the answer is plain and simple and it was said to me 11 years ago.&amp;nbsp; Just stop looking and thinking so much about it. If it happens it happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So for now I will continue to check the dating sites I have signed up on, and I will continue to meet and talk to guys when the opportunity arises. But I am not going to dwell on not having a boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; I am going to date myself, enjoy my friends and family and when it's right....well you know the rest of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/8696400-1031784111313024967?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1031784111313024967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=1031784111313024967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1031784111313024967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1031784111313024967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-date-or-not-to-datethat-is-question.html' title='To Date or Not to Date...That is the Question'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL2p9G5qTFA/TkidV2SBacI/AAAAAAAAHew/JxyT5RFiaqo/s72-c/987date.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-5279053017435101630</id><published>2011-07-31T20:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:24:34.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogitty Blog Blog Blog'/><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEPZiYcJhB8/TjXtIOhf8TI/AAAAAAAAHeo/za1lrswHfmw/s1600/working-for-the-weekend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEPZiYcJhB8/TjXtIOhf8TI/AAAAAAAAHeo/za1lrswHfmw/s200/working-for-the-weekend.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyone's watching, to see what you will do&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's looking at you, oh&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's wondering, will you come out tonight&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's trying to get it right, get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next line of the song is...Everybody's working for the weekend, and isn't that so true?&amp;nbsp; As I read the status updates today on Facebook of all my friends, they are all about the weekend.&amp;nbsp; What they did, where they went, who they did it with and it seems as though everyone is having one hell of a good time on the weekends.&amp;nbsp; Who cares if we are having a heat wave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends over the past month and a half, have also been great.&amp;nbsp; One weekend after another I am venturing out into worlds unknown, places I dared not not go before, and meeting people that I wish I would have met sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night my bestie and I went out on the town.&amp;nbsp; First we hit one of the "hot spots" of the city and saw a drag show.&amp;nbsp; Now I am normally not one for drag shows.&amp;nbsp; Never been my forte', however this one was quite well done.&amp;nbsp; For Cincinnati, that is a good thing as there are not that many good drag shows in town, nor that many good drag queens, but then again, I really haven't been out much in the past few years, but I must say the show I saw Friday night was well worth the time I spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then ventured across the river to one of our regular hangouts and played some darts...yes, I played darts.&amp;nbsp; It's about as athletic as I can get, but it too was quite fun, not to metion the shot of ' Jager I consumed prior to leaving.&amp;nbsp; So the night was about over and then we made one last stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to go into specifics, but let me suffice to say that I found out that 'Jager can change the way you see things...and see people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came, and again the weekend continued to get even better (without 'Jager this time) &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I loved the weekend, so it will soon be Monday again.&amp;nbsp; Let the work week begin and lets work for next weekend!&amp;nbsp; Hope to see you there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-5279053017435101630?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5279053017435101630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=5279053017435101630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5279053017435101630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5279053017435101630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEPZiYcJhB8/TjXtIOhf8TI/AAAAAAAAHeo/za1lrswHfmw/s72-c/working-for-the-weekend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-4467150051413044182</id><published>2011-07-28T20:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:53:17.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ads from the Past'/><title type='text'>I was Curious... I Tasted it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45g2G6MTGSA/TjX4ftdnc7I/AAAAAAAAHes/bj9n7FCtTeY/s1600/1940s+Schlitz+Beer+1950s+Vintage+Advertising+Illustration+Men++Queer+Campy+Midcentury+Advertisement+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45g2G6MTGSA/TjX4ftdnc7I/AAAAAAAAHes/bj9n7FCtTeY/s320/1940s+Schlitz+Beer+1950s+Vintage+Advertising+Illustration+Men++Queer+Campy+Midcentury+Advertisement+2.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I ran across this old ad today and chuckled as I read it, and looked at the photos.&amp;nbsp; I really think Gay.com should revamp this ad for their site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious....I tasted it... and don't these two guys look so happy once they tasted it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-4467150051413044182?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4467150051413044182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=4467150051413044182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4467150051413044182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4467150051413044182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-was-curious-i-tasted-it.html' title='I was Curious... I Tasted it...'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45g2G6MTGSA/TjX4ftdnc7I/AAAAAAAAHes/bj9n7FCtTeY/s72-c/1940s+Schlitz+Beer+1950s+Vintage+Advertising+Illustration+Men++Queer+Campy+Midcentury+Advertisement+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-1985890606499670297</id><published>2011-07-26T20:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T22:46:04.450-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Three Stikes and You're...Back at the Plate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfn_6qCJirs/Ti9q22nAazI/AAAAAAAAHek/6L_c66xD3MQ/s1600/sands-of-time.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633839149468379954" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfn_6qCJirs/Ti9q22nAazI/AAAAAAAAHek/6L_c66xD3MQ/s320/sands-of-time.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time stops for no man...or woman&lt;/em&gt;. It continues to slip through our hands with no regard to what we want or where we are.  Since my last post, over a year ago, so much has transpired.  I know that if I were to start posting about the last year, it would take me a year, so I just want to hit on three major life changing events that happened in the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; In July of 2010, I turned 50.  To say that it didn't bother me would be a lie.  It did bother me, but I kept up appearances and continued on the same path.  I really was not taking care of myself. I had gained a lot of weight, and weighed over 190 pounds. But I remained comfortable and satisfied, or so I thought.  The shortly after my 50th birthday, reality started setting in and led to event number two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; In about September or October of 2010, Dan and I ended our ten year relationship.  There were a lot of things that brought us to that place, but the bottom line was, it was time.  As I said prior I had stopped taking care of myself, and became complacent. Dan became frustrated with my complacency as he was trying to loose weight and take care of himself.  Put that on top of my unwarranted jealousy and Dan's desire to have freedom and experience life, we began to move in different directions. In January we finally told our families, and by February Dan met someone and moved out.  That didn't last long and he soon moved back in, but only as friends.  And now almost a year later we are as best of friends as we have ever been.  He goes his way, I go mine and we still share things we schedules permit.  I learnt a great deal in this past year, and thanks to my best friend I was able to learn it with him learning the same things, but in a different way.  I realize that I no longer need to be dependent on anyone else. Regardless of how much you care about someone, or how much they care about you, we can not put all of our strength, hopes, dreams, goals on them.  I am thinking independently again, living somewhat independently again, and finding myself again...and I am doing it with my best friend.  Yes, it was hard, after ten years I'd be crazy if it wasn't, but we both are better men for it.  Even tho9ugh breaking up was hard to do....the most devastating event that changed my life happened in 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; In April of 2011, during a conference call at work, I began to feel somewhat odd.  After the meeting I tried to go back to my desk, and never made it.  I suffered a mild stroke and was taken to urgent care and then later to Christ Hospital where I stayed for four days.  A stroke, at 50 years old!!  It was scary, debilitating, frightening, and an emotional wake up call.  I soon was able to come back, and there are almost no residual effects from the stroke, but it made me realize many things.  I look at each day with different eyes, as well as those around me that I love and cherish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, time does move quickly, and things can change in a moment.  But even though I suffered three strikes in the past year, I am not out!  I am back at the plate, better than ever and ready to hit a home run!!&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/8696400-1985890606499670297?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1985890606499670297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=1985890606499670297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1985890606499670297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1985890606499670297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/three-stikes-and-youreback-at-plate.html' title='Three Stikes and You&apos;re...Back at the Plate!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfn_6qCJirs/Ti9q22nAazI/AAAAAAAAHek/6L_c66xD3MQ/s72-c/sands-of-time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-3180546675111728899</id><published>2011-07-26T12:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:57:04.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been gone awhile, yes. Facebook, Twitter and life pulled me away, but I am back. So much has happened since my last posting but I will fill you in, that is if you care to know.&lt;br&gt;What brings me back you say? Well I read my entire blog yesterday...all the way back to 2004! And I thought what a shame to just let it die. I mean there is a lot of life in those postings! So I am back and hopefully better than ever! So look for my posts. Let me know your glad I returned. I will reply to you all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-3180546675111728899?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3180546675111728899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=3180546675111728899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3180546675111728899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3180546675111728899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-back.html' title='I Am Back!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-8131211745966160616</id><published>2010-04-11T16:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:22:53.510-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ads from the Past'/><title type='text'>Now Do You Understand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/S8ItB8N1t7I/AAAAAAAAHaY/4PAPms6M0_M/s1600/disturbing-cola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458975209693755314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/S8ItB8N1t7I/AAAAAAAAHaY/4PAPms6M0_M/s320/disturbing-cola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ad says " Test show that those that start drinking soda during that early formative period have a much higher chance of gaining acceptance and 'fitting in" during those awkward pre-teen and teen years."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So start your infant drinking soda?  Did people REALLY believe this?  Yes, they did, and parents would even put a little soda in the babies bottles! Now I know why it was harder for me to "fit in" as a teen!! My mom made us drink water. We were not allowed to have soda, only on special occasions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's no wonder that obesity is rampant in our society today, with increase of diabetes, heart disease, and a number of other health issues. They actually had an organization named "the Soda Pop Board of America"!  the ad also says, Promotes active lifestyle, boosts personality and provides essential sugars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am beginning to understand. People do believe almost everything they read. Good thing we don't believe everything we read or hear today!!  (yeah right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-8131211745966160616?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8131211745966160616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=8131211745966160616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8131211745966160616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8131211745966160616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-do-you-understand.html' title='Now Do You Understand?'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/S8ItB8N1t7I/AAAAAAAAHaY/4PAPms6M0_M/s72-c/disturbing-cola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-8476703674031215315</id><published>2010-04-04T21:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:01:56.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back in the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/S7lD8Oz3vMI/AAAAAAAAHaA/uhFQ_O87tu8/s1600/Lilbrothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456467125582937282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/S7lD8Oz3vMI/AAAAAAAAHaA/uhFQ_O87tu8/s320/Lilbrothers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I celebrated the resurrection of Christ with my mother, father, brother and his family in their church. Over 1,100 people in attendance and it was an awesome experience, from the music to the sermon and even the after service events. As I looked over the crowd as I was leaving the sanctuary, I suddenly was taken back 41 years earlier. Easter, 1969. I would have been 8 years old and my brother Carl about 4. My youngest brother Gary was yet to have been born, but my mother would give birth to him that September. These two Easters really had nothing in common, other than it was Easter, and again I shared it with my brother and my parents. My father had worked for weeks on my brother and my easter suits, and after this picture was taken we would have gone to chruch somewhere, I am not sure where at that time, it may have been at the church I went as a teen, but not sure. I do not remember, but I do remember one thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the first Easter I realized that the man Jesus, that one we celebrated his birth at Christmas had died and on Easter rose from the dead. I must have heard it from the sermon that morning, but I remember at first thinking..."Wow, can that really happen?" then thinking that if he could do it, then maybe all of us could do it. We all would rise from the dead, and never die. I liked that idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is funny how certain things bring back memories we have stored away deep into our minds and suddenly there they are again. It was like I was back in 1969, holding my little brother's hand and getting onto the church bus and being excited because when we got home there would be an Easter basket filled with eggs and candy. So innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I was 41 years later, sitting in a church service, listening to a sermon very similar I am sure to that one I was listening to 41 years earlier. My brother sitting in the pew down from me. I almost wanted to reach over and take his hand hoping in a way we both could go back to that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter is a special day. A day for life. A day for living. Made possible by one that loved us so much that he died, so we could live to see today and to have lived all these years and have those precious memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Easter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-8476703674031215315?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8476703674031215315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=8476703674031215315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8476703674031215315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8476703674031215315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-2010.html' title='Easter 2010'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/S7lD8Oz3vMI/AAAAAAAAHaA/uhFQ_O87tu8/s72-c/Lilbrothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-7491918692679314288</id><published>2010-02-20T14:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:57:56.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back in the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Reading, Writing and Arithmetic</title><content type='html'>Of the three r's, (reading writing and arithmetic), reading was always my favorite. One of my first memories is sitting in the children's section of Hamilton, Ohio's Lane Public Library and looking at books wishing I could read the words on them.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/S4A47hs-QFI/AAAAAAAAHZc/-owClLB2wS4/s1600-h/Lane2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440410945173995602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/S4A47hs-QFI/AAAAAAAAHZc/-owClLB2wS4/s320/Lane2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was and continues to be an avid reader and her love of reading was instilled into me at a very early age. When I finally began to learn how to read, I never wanted to stop. During the summer, the Lane Public Library had a summer reading fair and the "bookmobile" would come to various neighborhoods and the kids go borrow the books they wanted to read for the week and the next week return them and exchange for new ones. The child that read the most books over the summer holiday would be honored by having their name put on the summer reading banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that I have read thousands of books. From Dr. Seuss's "Green Eggs and Ham" to Leo Tolstoy's "War and Peace" and every genre in between. I have many favorite books I have read and some I care not to read again. Like movies, some you can read over and over and others, once is enough. Some of my favorites are... "In Cold Blood" by Truman Capote; "Gone With the Wind" by Margaret Mitchell; and "The Witching Hour" by Anne Rice. But my very first book was read in the floor of the children's section of Hamilton, Ohio's Lane Public Library, "The Tale of Peter Rabbit" by Beatrix Potter. The memory is so fresh and vivid in my mind, just like it was yesterday. Some of my best memories as a child came from reading and that library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed quite a bit since then. The Lane Public Library is still there and the main building is on the Ohio Historic Registry of Historic Buildings, but it has seen some changes since then. It also has several branches throughout Butler County. Now most kids have never opened a book other than their school text books and if they read it is off the Internet or from magazines. The neighborhood library is almost a thing of the past. And I have not seen a "bookmobile" in decades. It is unfortunate that reading has taken a back seat to video games and the computer. So next time you need some quiet time, or just need to "get away" from the every day world, grab a book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-7491918692679314288?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7491918692679314288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=7491918692679314288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7491918692679314288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7491918692679314288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2010/02/reading-writing-and-arithmetic.html' title='Reading, Writing and Arithmetic'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/S4A47hs-QFI/AAAAAAAAHZc/-owClLB2wS4/s72-c/Lane2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-3411315079557125185</id><published>2010-02-08T09:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:43:51.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back in the Day'/><title type='text'>Remember Being 16?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My youngest son, Adam is 16 and on Wednesday, Feb. 10 he will be 17. Due to his battle last year with Hodgkins, he was unable to get his driver's license. So this year he is taking driving school and will soon be an official licensed driver. I don't understand why this is making me feel so old, as all my other kids went through this right of passage and I didn't really get this emotional. Maybe it is due to the last year seeing Adam fight cancer and now this is just another mark to say he did it. Or maybe it is just the fact that it is just another sign that yes, I really am getting old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pondering these things takes me back to when I was 16. Do you remember when you were 16? Everyone was getting the driver's permit and taking out mom or dad's car to learn how to drive and to move into one of the first steps of adulthood. My friends were driving Chevy Malibu's or Pontiac Grand Prix, or even a couple of trucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me...I was learing to drive in this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/S3Aio-bORwI/AAAAAAAAHYk/mFKYWTtSCvw/s1600-h/amc%2Bpacer1261160407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435882837583480578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/S3Aio-bORwI/AAAAAAAAHYk/mFKYWTtSCvw/s320/amc%2Bpacer1261160407.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A fishbowl with wheels. An AMC Pacer. It was a beauty, 75% glass and 25% metal and rubber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Adam, when you think you've got it bad and you have to drive your mom's old Taurus take a look at what I had to drive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-3411315079557125185?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3411315079557125185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=3411315079557125185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3411315079557125185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3411315079557125185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2010/02/remember-being-16.html' title='Remember Being 16?'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/S3Aio-bORwI/AAAAAAAAHYk/mFKYWTtSCvw/s72-c/amc%2Bpacer1261160407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-2082713570847846582</id><published>2010-01-08T08:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:29:23.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back in the Day'/><title type='text'>Back in the Day</title><content type='html'>Sometime back in 2003 I had a blog, entitled, surprisingly enough, Reality Check. But the service that I was using completely shut down and I lost a year of my blog. So I began my blogging life on Blogger in October of 2004. Wow, almost six years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has transpired since then. Some of my kids got married, some of my kids had kids, making me a grandfather, lost old friends, met new ones, found a new job, dropped that one and found another, sickness, fun times, graduations, anniversaries and birthdays and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am heading into my 7th year of blogging, and as you can see from the lack of postings it is not what it used to be. But then again, neither am I. I am heading into my 50th year, and finding out the joys of aging, whether it is graceful or not, I am not sure but regardless it is happening. To all of us actually, not just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all of this to let you know that yes, I am going to continue to blog, as I enjoy it, and I enjoy looking back and seeing what I was doing a few years back. It is a journal of sorts to share with you, but also to share with myself. But I need to add some new life to my blog, as Facebook and Twitter have taken over. So as I enter my 50th year I also want to take a look back over the last 50 years and share some of the things I've seen, as I continue to tell about the things that are my current reality. So come and share 2010 with me as well as the years before as I saw them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-2082713570847846582?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2082713570847846582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=2082713570847846582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2082713570847846582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2082713570847846582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-in-day.html' title='Back in the Day'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-2141169914409194323</id><published>2009-12-13T07:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T07:49:59.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hodgkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandkids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diabetes'/><title type='text'>Last Chapter of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SyTiU4rjE7I/AAAAAAAAHTM/RwmCF0RHwIw/s1600-h/chapter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414701500446479282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SyTiU4rjE7I/AAAAAAAAHTM/RwmCF0RHwIw/s400/chapter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are coming to the close of another year and with it the close of another chapter of our lives. This was my 49th year and during this year many things took place and changes were made in our lives that will effect us from now on. My son Adam's battle raged on in 2009 and finally by December a reprieve has come as his tumors have shrunk, are not active and in remission. We had loss with the death of an uncle unexpectedly at 59, and DJ's grandfather at the age of 70. We had wedding engagements, Anniversaries and new babies, as my parents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary in July and Dan became an Uncle with the birth of his Nephew, Jayden in August. We also had breakups as my daughter moved back home with her two girls to start off on her own again after 7 years. Health issues continued to rear its ugly head as my diabetes continued to spiral out of control, and finally became controllable only to find out that I may be in the early stages of Andropause...yes that is male menopause and its real, as well as my own scare with skin cancers. We grew a year older and in some cases a wiser. We laughed, we cried and we loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes many things transpired in 2009, some of them joyous and good, others were not. But, through it all it has taught us that life is so precious, and that family and love are the most important things in this life. If we have those in order everything else will fall into place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as we close on 2009, I say thank you and look forward to what 2010 my bring. Who knows maybe I'll get that HDTV this year.... (hint hint).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-2141169914409194323?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2141169914409194323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=2141169914409194323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2141169914409194323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2141169914409194323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-chapter-of-2009.html' title='Last Chapter of 2009'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SyTiU4rjE7I/AAAAAAAAHTM/RwmCF0RHwIw/s72-c/chapter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-7453700426591182115</id><published>2009-10-13T21:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:00:07.019-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ads from the Past'/><title type='text'>What Sells?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/StUwUu4tQXI/AAAAAAAAHRo/nUKUMFfa9IQ/s1600-h/1249685526-your_mom_wasnt_your_dads_first.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392269261587431794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/StUwUu4tQXI/AAAAAAAAHRo/nUKUMFfa9IQ/s320/1249685526-your_mom_wasnt_your_dads_first.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is just SO much wrong with this old advertisement! Can you believe it?  It would be funny if it wasn't a real ad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-7453700426591182115?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7453700426591182115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=7453700426591182115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7453700426591182115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7453700426591182115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-sells.html' title='What Sells?'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/StUwUu4tQXI/AAAAAAAAHRo/nUKUMFfa9IQ/s72-c/1249685526-your_mom_wasnt_your_dads_first.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-6653416461473826391</id><published>2009-10-10T11:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:33:14.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/StCpHMN6_QI/AAAAAAAAHRI/IoIQcNdecgQ/s1600-h/dirtroad4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390994694966279426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/StCpHMN6_QI/AAAAAAAAHRI/IoIQcNdecgQ/s320/dirtroad4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm back. No the Facebook bandwagon didn't totally take over my body and being and make me some kind of blog-less creature. Almost, but not completely. Yes, I still 'facebook" on a daily basis and keep in touch with all my FB Buddies, but since 2004, this has been my outlet and it continues to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, tell me welcome back and get on with it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is here in the Queen City. Festivals, harvest parties, and the colors. I love the colors of fall more than any other season. Along with those activties and colors, comes the Haunted Houses. DJ's family are huge haunted house people, and the first of many visits will begin tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you say welcome back, and I say Welcome Fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-6653416461473826391?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6653416461473826391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=6653416461473826391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6653416461473826391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6653416461473826391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/StCpHMN6_QI/AAAAAAAAHRI/IoIQcNdecgQ/s72-c/dirtroad4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-4117934225369116783</id><published>2009-06-13T12:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:37:32.373-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Where you Been??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SjPVs7M2ImI/AAAAAAAAG3k/8rSm7yfuk0w/s1600-h/logo_facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 75px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346852150401442402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SjPVs7M2ImI/AAAAAAAAG3k/8rSm7yfuk0w/s200/logo_facebook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over at facebook, come look me up, and be my friend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/mwyatt1960"&gt;www.facebook.com/mwyatt1960&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/8696400-4117934225369116783?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4117934225369116783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=4117934225369116783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4117934225369116783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4117934225369116783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-you-been.html' title='Where you Been??'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SjPVs7M2ImI/AAAAAAAAG3k/8rSm7yfuk0w/s72-c/logo_facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-1749484361676661147</id><published>2009-05-28T19:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:17:28.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hodgkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summertime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/Sh8bVL9fUeI/AAAAAAAAG2c/7gZIUcmzMkg/s1600-h/celebrate.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/Sh8bVL9fUeI/AAAAAAAAG2c/7gZIUcmzMkg/s320/celebrate.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341017733886595554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of great things are happening this next month, and the good news has already begun.  My son Adam had his last radiation treatment on Wednesday and from the preliminary tests it looks like good news!!  We will know more when he has all of his scans, blood work and such later in June but for now he is hospital and chemo/radiation free!!  God is great, and thank all of you for your prayers!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also next Friday my son Jordan will graduate from High School.  I am so proud of his accomplishments.  He has had a rough time in school, due to his, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asperger_syndrome"&gt;Asperger's Syndrome&lt;/a&gt; but he has stayed in there and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;worked through it and now will be graduating and is even looking forward to starting college in the fall at Miami University!!  WAY TO GO JORDAN.  Dad is really proud of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;So as May ends and June begins it looks as though this is going to be a great summer.  We have more graduations, birthdays, anniversaries and new babies coming this summer, so let the celebrations begin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8696400-1749484361676661147?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1749484361676661147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=1749484361676661147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1749484361676661147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1749484361676661147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/05/celebration.html' title='Celebration!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/Sh8bVL9fUeI/AAAAAAAAG2c/7gZIUcmzMkg/s72-c/celebrate.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-2954992607214996634</id><published>2009-05-24T11:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:44:26.108-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><title type='text'>Less and Less</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/ShlrSgKBOGI/AAAAAAAAG18/RC6A5OKbRX4/s1600-h/logo_facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339416798838208610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/ShlrSgKBOGI/AAAAAAAAG18/RC6A5OKbRX4/s320/logo_facebook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I am not going to delete my blog or stop posting, but as you can tell the posts are becoming far and few between. One of the main reasons is that I have been bit by the Facebook bug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I have been taken in by the FB scourge that has taken over even businesses and schools. I have found several of my High School friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't quit coming, I will post occasionally. If you are really interested in what is going on and can't wait on the posts find me over at Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-2954992607214996634?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2954992607214996634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=2954992607214996634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2954992607214996634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2954992607214996634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/05/less-and-less.html' title='Less and Less'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/ShlrSgKBOGI/AAAAAAAAG18/RC6A5OKbRX4/s72-c/logo_facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-3027943017663264379</id><published>2009-05-10T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:09:59.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;There are no words that can give you the full meaning of what my mother means to me and my two brothers, as well as our children.  She is one of the most incredible women that you would ever meet.  She is now getting older and fighting Alzheimer's(but thankfully the medicine is working!) but she is still Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 48px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;Her love is enduring and without expectations.  She loves us unconditionally, each one of us, including the women her sons married, and the man with whom I have chose to spend my life with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 48px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;She loves each one of us, and we know it without her even saying as she shows us in her way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;As I reflect back on my childhood, adolescence and teenage years, there are two strong influencing factors as to who I came to be. my father, and my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 48px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day Mom!&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/8696400-3027943017663264379?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3027943017663264379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=3027943017663264379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3027943017663264379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3027943017663264379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-2009.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-2312909960549591718</id><published>2009-04-25T12:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:20:21.166-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Seventy and Still going Strong</title><content type='html'>Dad turned 70 today. On April 25, 1939, he was born in Hamilton, Ohio.  Raised in Hamilton and has lived in Hamilton, but that does not mean that he has had a boring mundane life.  That is not the case.  He has lived a very happy, eventful, blessed and exciting life.  He has worked most of his life and since retirement &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;continues&lt;/span&gt; to work, but in other ways.  He is always trying to help others and give to those that need help.  Dad is a very caring and compassionate person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't always think that of him, but as an adult you certainly see your parents in a different light.  He is strong in his faith, and strong in the love for his wife of 50 years come July, and his love for his family is one of the strongest.  From as far back as I remember we never part company or went to bed as a kid without hearing him say..."Love you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He continues to be strong and healthy, bowling up to four or five times a week, and even got up on his roof recently to put on some new roofing after a wind storm.  yeah there is no stopping him, and that is a good thing! One he continues to love strong more every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Dad, Love Ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-2312909960549591718?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2312909960549591718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=2312909960549591718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2312909960549591718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2312909960549591718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/04/seventy-and-still-going-strong.html' title='Seventy and Still going Strong'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-5350881173903238026</id><published>2009-04-18T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:38:11.884-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Susan or Julie?</title><content type='html'>The sensation this week via You Tube has been the "Britain's Got Talent" contestant or The Central Station in Antwerp. I know the Central Station video was staged and Susan Boyle was a real live performance, but I really liked the Central Station one better. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EYAUazLI9k&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EYAUazLI9k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk"&gt;Susan Boyle Britian's Got Talent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-5350881173903238026?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5350881173903238026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=5350881173903238026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5350881173903238026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5350881173903238026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-or-julie.html' title='Susan or Julie?'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-8313913246606080746</id><published>2009-04-15T09:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:13:40.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hodgkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Almost There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SeadKmMBxMI/AAAAAAAAGmo/hcrLrgy4aE8/s1600-h/Good-news.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325116414787437762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SeadKmMBxMI/AAAAAAAAGmo/hcrLrgy4aE8/s320/Good-news.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you that have read my blog and/or my sons blog "Adam's Journey" you know that my son was diagnosed in November with Hodgkins Disease. We have been in and out of the hospital for the last six months, clinics, tests, blood work, you name it, he's done it. Today was another long and tiring day at Children's Medical Center. Scans, X-rays, Blood work, more scans, and clinic. But it ended with news that we have been praying for since November when Adam was first diagnosed with Stage 4 Hodgkins. Let me see if I can get the exact words of his oncologist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"From the preliminary reports of the scans today we see no live spots, which means there is no active cancer cells currently in the areas that previously were active. So from these initial reports we can report that his cancer is currently in remission. This does not mean that there are not tumors, as the tumors in his neck are still there in the lymph nodes and have not shrunk from the last scans, but they are currently inactive. The tumors in his chest area are calcified. There are only two "live" spots showing any indication of activity and these we think are from the infection he had three weeks ago and is not cancer activity."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam showed little emotion, but then he has showed little emotion from the onset, that is just his personality. He will still have to undergo the radiation which our first "simulation" is set for April 23rd, but this is just an added deterrent to the cancer and hopefully it will remain in remission. Once radiation is complete, then the scans and tests will be completed again and then the doctors will then determine the next course of action, if any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was an amazing day, and an amazing relief, and proof of our Amazing God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continue to pray for continued good news!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-8313913246606080746?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8313913246606080746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=8313913246606080746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8313913246606080746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8313913246606080746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-there.html' title='Almost There'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SeadKmMBxMI/AAAAAAAAGmo/hcrLrgy4aE8/s72-c/Good-news.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-497557671783076322</id><published>2009-04-11T11:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:48:36.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>April Showers, Hurry Up with the Flowers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SeC7ztWvfpI/AAAAAAAAGk4/IWpakzx1LZs/s1600-h/A4711_CAT~April-Showers-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323461256574631570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SeC7ztWvfpI/AAAAAAAAGk4/IWpakzx1LZs/s320/A4711_CAT~April-Showers-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what has been going on here in the Cincinnati area for some time now. Showers!! Dreary, cold dank days. If I didn't know any better I would think we were in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is it dreary outside, things have been quite dreary since the start of April emotionally as well. On March 31st, my uncle died unexpectedly at 58 years old. He was for all intents and purposes, normal and healthy. He went running that afternoon, which is his normal morning activity and apparently got into his truck to come home, got down the road and had a massive heart attack in the car. He was found dead by the people in the car behind him when they went to investigate why he went off the road. Needless to say the family is completely devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at work are good though, or at least from what I can tell. In this climate of dreary days economically we have plenty of work to keep us busy and maintaining our status quo. Tensions are not anxious as I have heard in some places of employment. SO that is a positive here in these dreary April days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even speaking athletically here in Cincinnati, it is dreary as it snowed on Cincinnati Reds Opening day festivities, and then the Reds lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if the old adage is true, April showers bring May flowers, I certainly am looking forward to them blooming!...Do you think we could have them a little early???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-497557671783076322?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/497557671783076322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=497557671783076322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/497557671783076322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/497557671783076322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-showers-hurry-up-with-flowers.html' title='April Showers, Hurry Up with the Flowers!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SeC7ztWvfpI/AAAAAAAAGk4/IWpakzx1LZs/s72-c/A4711_CAT~April-Showers-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-7236746315253484800</id><published>2009-03-30T16:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:51:23.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><title type='text'>A Matter of the Heart</title><content type='html'>The last week or so has been somewhat eventful.  Just when we were finally coming to terms with Adam's Hodgkins and dealing with everything that goes with that, I began having some issues.  First I started having some pressure in m chest, then my heart began having strange palpitations.  Then this continued to all out chest pain.  not the heart attack, rush me to the hospital kind of pain, but just "twinges".  So a call to the doctor was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the doctor they decided to do an EKG.  This showed some abnormalities so a stress test was ordered, which then lended the doctor to advise more tests.  Another EKG along with more tests.  The doctor said that there is some problem with how i am "wired"  and I may need a pacemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, a pacemaker was not needed and it looks as though i will be ingesting more medicines, and I guess I am going to have to cut back on the caffeine.  I'd say it was mostly stress related, but then I am not a doctor.  I feel it just boiled down to a matter of the heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-7236746315253484800?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7236746315253484800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=7236746315253484800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7236746315253484800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7236746315253484800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/03/matter-of-heart.html' title='A Matter of the Heart'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-5891972518931318958</id><published>2009-03-28T08:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:32:34.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flashback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary! And So Much More!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/Sc4YAXhA-YI/AAAAAAAAGho/Hw1xW3B-3Jg/s1600-h/happy+anniversary2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318214604562692482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/Sc4YAXhA-YI/AAAAAAAAGho/Hw1xW3B-3Jg/s320/happy+anniversary2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On March 23rd DJ and I celebrated our 8th anniversary of our commitment ceremony. In September will be our 9th year together, but the 23rd was the day that we committed ourselves to one another in front of all our friends and family. I was going on 41 and he had just turned 21!! Wow he was young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/Sc4YZXyw64I/AAAAAAAAGhw/y95El28vLDU/s1600-h/michaelanddan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318215034133867394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/Sc4YZXyw64I/AAAAAAAAGhw/y95El28vLDU/s200/michaelanddan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, 8 years later and so much has transpired since then. 8 different living locations, one hospital visit, diagnosed with diabetes, three grandkids, 4 jobs for myself, 6 for DJ, death of a grandparent, living with his mother, and now Adam's battle with Hodgkins. But through it all we have had each other. Yes, there were a few times we had some disagreements, and it has not always been a bed of roses, but over-all I think our relationship has been a very strong one from the beginning. Our mutual respect, love and passion for one another has survived all of those things, and the mis-steps... we have been able to work through them. So on to the next 8 and then the next 8 and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Anniversary DJ, I love you and thank you for loving me!&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/8696400-5891972518931318958?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5891972518931318958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=5891972518931318958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5891972518931318958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5891972518931318958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-anniversary-and-so-much-more.html' title='Happy Anniversary! And So Much More!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/Sc4YAXhA-YI/AAAAAAAAGho/Hw1xW3B-3Jg/s72-c/happy+anniversary2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-159881085986529438</id><published>2009-03-21T11:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:37:44.585-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Headlines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><title type='text'>Another March Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/ScUJtrMK-gI/AAAAAAAAGhY/IVHfVmTSbGU/s1600-h/march-madness4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315665615473277442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/ScUJtrMK-gI/AAAAAAAAGhY/IVHfVmTSbGU/s320/march-madness4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out my blog posting regarding &lt;a href="http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-madness.html"&gt;March Madness in 2007&lt;/a&gt;. Well, it is that time again, and much like the 2007 version, this one is very much the same. However, this year I did play the "brackets". I picked the city in each division that I like or would like to live in and chose them. So in the final four I have Duke, Wake Forest, North Carolina and Memphis, which I narrowed down to Duke and Wake Forest with Wake Forest going all the way. I've been laughed at now for two days, but who cares, it was only 5$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate March Madness for many of the same reasons I hated it in 2007, but another reason is DJ works double shifts throughout this entire fiasco. So for the next three weekends I will not see him at all. Yes, the money is good, and being a bartender during March Madness at a very well-known national sports bar chain, is financially profitable, but I miss my own private bartender!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another March will soon be over, and so too will the madness of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-159881085986529438?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/159881085986529438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=159881085986529438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/159881085986529438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/159881085986529438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-march-madness.html' title='Another March Madness'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/ScUJtrMK-gI/AAAAAAAAGhY/IVHfVmTSbGU/s72-c/march-madness4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-6064957975103958439</id><published>2009-03-08T11:46:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:24:21.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flashback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ads from the Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40 Toys'/><title type='text'>40 Toys ~ Spirograph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SbPr6VQIBxI/AAAAAAAAGes/ej4-RPFb6EA/s1600-h/SpirographBox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310847772969666322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SbPr6VQIBxI/AAAAAAAAGes/ej4-RPFb6EA/s320/SpirographBox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! Have you seen this yet? The online &lt;a href="http://wordsmith.org/anu/java/spirograph.html"&gt;SPIROGRAPH!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This toy filled hours of my young life. I was &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; Spirograph artist of my family. Mom would even post them on the fridge for all the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea however that I was playing with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spirograph is a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Geometric" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geometric"&gt;&lt;em&gt;geometric&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; drawing toy that produces mathematical curves of the variety technically known as &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Hypotrochoid" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypotrochoid"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hypotrochoids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Epitrochoid" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epitrochoid"&gt;&lt;em&gt;epitrochoids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. The term has also been used to describe a variety of software applications that display similar curves, and applied to the class of curves that can be produced with the drawing equipment (so in this sense it may be regarded as a synonym of hypotrochoid). The name is a registered &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;trademark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Hasbro" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hasbro"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hasbro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, Inc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirograph was quite simple, it worked with a set of plastic gears and other shapes such as rings, triangles, or straight bars. There were several sizes of gears and shapes, and all edges had teeth to engage any other piece. For instance, smaller gears fit inside the larger rings, but also can engage the outside of the rings so that they rotate around the inside or along the outside edge of the rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To use it, a sheet of paper is placed on a heavy cardboard backing, and one of the plastic pieces is pinned to the paper and cardboard. Another plastic piece is placed so that its teeth engage with those of the pinned piece. For example, a ring may be pinned to the paper and a small gear placed inside the ring – the actual number of arrangements possible by combining different gears was, as a kid infinite. The point of a pen is placed in one of the holes in the moving piece. As the moving part is moved the pen traces out a curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pen is used both to draw and provide locomotive force; some practice is required before Spirograph can be operated without disengaging the fixed and moving pieces. (That took me while...) More intricate and unusual-shaped patterns may be made through the use of both hands, one to draw and one to guide the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By playing this game as a kid I learned that math didn't suck. I always hated math, it was by far my worst subject. Yet, the gorgeous patterns you created were based on good old math. The fact fact that you could vary the size of your drawings by using different holes on the geared wheel was an almost transcendental bit of knowledge. You walked away realizing that math could be &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SbPsX8PFUxI/AAAAAAAAGe8/aaq3AB74sIc/s1600-h/SpirographSuperBox2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310848281650483986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SbPsX8PFUxI/AAAAAAAAGe8/aaq3AB74sIc/s320/SpirographSuperBox2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;applied in ways that were pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out with just the simple Spirograph game, but soon advanced to the SUPER-Spirograph in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Spirograph is still for sale, if not I can just play the online game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-6064957975103958439?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6064957975103958439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=6064957975103958439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6064957975103958439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6064957975103958439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/03/40-toys-spirograph.html' title='40 Toys ~ Spirograph'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SbPr6VQIBxI/AAAAAAAAGes/ej4-RPFb6EA/s72-c/SpirographBox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-8818744137518682876</id><published>2009-03-07T14:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:10:09.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogitty Blog Blog Blog'/><title type='text'>Cleaning House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SbLQEcDogbI/AAAAAAAAGek/qpuTWTRXhf4/s1600-h/clean20house20wasted20life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310535685292720562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SbLQEcDogbI/AAAAAAAAGek/qpuTWTRXhf4/s320/clean20house20wasted20life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is almost 70 degrees outside today and it has me in the mood for cleaning! Spring cleaning! I hear you now..."You are kidding right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no I am not kidding, I NEED to clean house. Even though we have only lived here about 4 months (Oh, yeah we moved again, didn't I tell you? Sorry. A bigger place, two bedrooms, same complex) I really need to clean. Even though neither DJ or myself seem to be spending as much time at home, it is a MESS! So most of the morning I have spent cleaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have also been cleaning the blog up a little. I was reading my blog list (that list of blogs to your right) and I am finding out that some of my favorite bloggers have disappeared from the blogoshere. Lost them to facebook or Twitter I guess. So I cleaned house over there, deleting some blogs that have disappeared and added some new ones and brought back some ones that I used to read. I also added (or should I say updated) my picture links. I am focusing the picture links to my grand kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as I am sure DJ is happy I cleaned house, i hope you are also happy I cleaned up my Blog-House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-8818744137518682876?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8818744137518682876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=8818744137518682876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8818744137518682876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8818744137518682876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/03/cleaning-house.html' title='Cleaning House'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SbLQEcDogbI/AAAAAAAAGek/qpuTWTRXhf4/s72-c/clean20house20wasted20life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-4745913154871963056</id><published>2009-03-05T08:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:51:55.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><title type='text'>March Already!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/Sa_YugfxDAI/AAAAAAAAF94/QjLRmTyXvtU/s1600-h/march.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309700779201858562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/Sa_YugfxDAI/AAAAAAAAF94/QjLRmTyXvtU/s320/march.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is really hard to believe that it is already March 2009! It could be the fact that it is still cold as December outside. Or it could be with everything going on with Adam and everything else it just seems like it should still be December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DJ's little sister is expecting her first child in August. This was news that we heard on her birthday, January 2nd, but everyone was keeping it quiet. I never understood that, though. How can you keep a pregnancy quiet? It is going to be obvious sooner of later. Maybe it was because she is 18 and just graduated High School. It may be they wanted it quiet because she is un-married. That no longer seems to be the taboo it was back in the 1950's, so why all the "hush hush". Who knows, but it drama seems to be prevalent in his family, so maybe they just wanted it for the "drama". Anyway her baby will be here in August, then talk about drama!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much happening really, Adam is moving along pretty well. There has been some bumps, but nothing that he can not get over. Other than that it looks as though March is going to be another uneventful month that just passes us by too quickly and we will soon hear me saying...December, Already!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-4745913154871963056?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4745913154871963056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=4745913154871963056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4745913154871963056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4745913154871963056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-already.html' title='March Already!?'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/Sa_YugfxDAI/AAAAAAAAF94/QjLRmTyXvtU/s72-c/march.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-2566324610559560939</id><published>2009-02-27T08:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:28:17.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday DJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/Sa_TSxAdIEI/AAAAAAAAF9o/wnUJ4mbouzY/s1600-h/100_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309694805039456322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/Sa_TSxAdIEI/AAAAAAAAF9o/wnUJ4mbouzY/s320/100_0545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is turning 29 today! His last year of being a twentysomething!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to my husband, partner, lover, &amp;amp; best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-2566324610559560939?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2566324610559560939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=2566324610559560939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2566324610559560939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2566324610559560939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-dj.html' title='Happy Birthday DJ'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/Sa_TSxAdIEI/AAAAAAAAF9o/wnUJ4mbouzY/s72-c/100_0545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-1562411503220696025</id><published>2009-02-25T08:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:20:06.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Get Over Already!</title><content type='html'>Winter, I just want it to get over with! I have had a sore throat for several days and decided that I should finally go to the doctor. I thought I had strep, as it hurt so bad, but thankfully it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately however I had some other issues. My diabetes seems to be doing fine and my counts were good, now it seems I have an irregular heartbeat. (Which I think I've had a murmur since I was a kid) My regular doctor is out on a medical leave so I got to see the nurse practitioner and she was somewhat alarmed. So an EKG was done in the office and I have to schedule a stress test sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ turns 29 on Friday and his mother turns 50 so we are all going out Friday night for a family dinner. Dan chose Applebee's it sounds like a good time, just hope i an shake this cold before then so I can enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-1562411503220696025?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1562411503220696025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=1562411503220696025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1562411503220696025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1562411503220696025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-over-already.html' title='Get Over Already!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-2543516629375926253</id><published>2009-02-15T10:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:24:51.506-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flashback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40 Toys'/><title type='text'>40 Toys ~ Fisher Price People</title><content type='html'>I got the idea for this posting, (and hopefully some more in the future) from my blogging friend Steve over at &lt;a href="http://anythingbutsad.wordpress.com/2009/01/27/toys/"&gt;Defying Despondency&lt;/a&gt;. He turned 40 and is looking back at 40 toys in those 40 years that made his life a little more exciting. As I read this posting I began to remember these certain toys that my brother and I would play for hours in the winter months. Well I played all year round, he would not be caught dead in the house playing games in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toys were actually our youngest brothers, but we played with them more than what he did. It was my first introduction to playing "God" so to speak, and it also explains my fascination with &lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/index.xml"&gt;WoW&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thesims2.ea.com/"&gt;SIMS&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SZg5FwD0pmI/AAAAAAAAF5w/WhC9Wnt1yLo/s1600-h/2618694213_01fef0f6ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303051332191823458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SZg5FwD0pmI/AAAAAAAAF5w/WhC9Wnt1yLo/s200/2618694213_01fef0f6ac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was those cute little (first made of wood, then to plastic) Fisher Price People! OMG we would set up houses for them, use tonka cars for their modes of transportation, have weddings, funerals and even birthday parties for them. Families would all have names and they would some how always be related. The children would grow up, get married and have families of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, remember there are almost five years between my brother and myself, so he would have been about 5 or 6 when we played this game. I would have been about ten or eleven. Hell, I remember playing this game when I was 13 or 14 even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that is too much information....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-2543516629375926253?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2543516629375926253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=2543516629375926253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2543516629375926253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2543516629375926253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/02/40-toys.html' title='40 Toys ~ Fisher Price People'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SZg5FwD0pmI/AAAAAAAAF5w/WhC9Wnt1yLo/s72-c/2618694213_01fef0f6ac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-3805821472262764936</id><published>2009-02-09T09:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:06:07.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><title type='text'>A Little of Nothing</title><content type='html'>Not posted in a while, but been pretty busy actually.  Adam had clinic last week , so it was a day in the hospital, and then with the weather being bad last week as well and missing work I had a lot of work to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a crazy ice/snow storm last week, and the drive home which normally takes me 30-45 minutes depending on the traffic took me 4 hours!  Yes, FOUR HOURS.  It was just crazy.  Fortunately by the next morning things were cleaned up at least a little better and it only took me ab hour to get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam goes back into the hospital Wednesday-Friday for his next round of chemo and things are going as expected there.  He is doing okay, just really tired and is beginning to actually look sick.  I think the chemo is finally taking it's toll on him.  You can read more updates about his progress on his blog Adam's Journey.  Tomorrow is his 16th birthday and I am planning to post a retrospective entry.  We celebrated his birthday Saturday, with lunch with Erin at Red Lobster and then Dave and Busters with Silver and his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about it for now, nothing real exciting to share, but make sure you come back, I know soon something will stir around here.  It can not go this long without some kind of excitement!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-3805821472262764936?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3805821472262764936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=3805821472262764936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3805821472262764936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3805821472262764936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-of-nothing.html' title='A Little of Nothing'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-4472962368038365088</id><published>2009-01-28T10:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:12:41.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Let it Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SYB1uzzQTKI/AAAAAAAAF1g/fJ-ySOthpGE/s1600-h/20090128090453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296362608827321506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SYB1uzzQTKI/AAAAAAAAF1g/fJ-ySOthpGE/s320/20090128090453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home again today. Two days in a row due to the weather. Yesterday we received about 4 inches of the white stuff, then last night freezing rain headed in as it rained most of the night, adding about an inch of ice to what was already on the ground. Now this morning I awaoke at 5:55 a.m. and looked outside to a sheet of ice in our parking lot, and freezing rain still falling from the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By 7:00 a.m., the ice was now snow again and they are saying that we could see another 4-6 inches of this stuff on top of what we already have. Due to the ice there are broken tree limbs and yes, power lines down all over the place. We are currently on a level 3 snow emergency, so that means, no one is to be on the roads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not getting out, so I say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it Snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-4472962368038365088?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4472962368038365088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=4472962368038365088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4472962368038365088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4472962368038365088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SYB1uzzQTKI/AAAAAAAAF1g/fJ-ySOthpGE/s72-c/20090128090453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-6744623906662666892</id><published>2009-01-25T10:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:58:13.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hodgkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Long Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SXyMCojGO0I/AAAAAAAAF04/mSvKmDtH2LE/s1600-h/its-gonna-be-a-long-week.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295261238753114946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SXyMCojGO0I/AAAAAAAAF04/mSvKmDtH2LE/s200/its-gonna-be-a-long-week.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a very long week. Monday was a holiday, so that was a plus, thanks to Martin Luther King! But from that point on this week has seemed to have flown by. Tuesday we moved into our new office at work. It is very nice and accommodating, and has all the amenities one would need for a safe, pleasant and enjoyable work experience. At least it will have once all the kinks have been worked out. With a move of that magnitude there were some issues. Mostly electrical and to do with our IT Department. Overall they have done a tremendous job, it's just somewhat unsettling this week at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday Adam had to be admitted back into the hospital for his third session of chemo, and that was an ALL day extravaganza. See his &lt;a href="http://www.atw1993.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for his current status. Friday night I stayed all night at the hospital with him, and yesterday was a half work day, and then home. It really seems like home has not been a place where I have spent much time this past week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did receive some good new this week. Adam was selected for the Make-a-Wish foundation and he gets to make a wish, and it is granted. Well besides a car, he already asked and they don't give those as gifts. He is currently looking at a possible Hawaii vacation for himself, his mother, stepfather, myself, Dan and his brother J2. Once his treatments are completed he will make the decision and finalization will be made. We are looking to the future and this makes it a little brighter for all of us, especially Adam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-6744623906662666892?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6744623906662666892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=6744623906662666892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6744623906662666892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6744623906662666892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-week.html' title='Long Week...'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SXyMCojGO0I/AAAAAAAAF04/mSvKmDtH2LE/s72-c/its-gonna-be-a-long-week.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-3919536433603318363</id><published>2009-01-17T12:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:09:28.245-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quitting Smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><title type='text'>Ninety-Five Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SXIeAhk9jWI/AAAAAAAAFvU/IJSBaVU_LaM/s1600-h/stop-smoking-357-784769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292325506475986274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SXIeAhk9jWI/AAAAAAAAFvU/IJSBaVU_LaM/s320/stop-smoking-357-784769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;95 days is the amount of days that I have been smoke free! Yes, I have actually stopped smoking! I have not said much about it on the blog as I did not want to jinx myself, but I really feel I have quit once and for all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, my son being diagnosed with cancer did not prompt this move, I had decided long before we knew about that to quit. It was just becoming an obsession with me. Every time I got into my car, I lit up. Every time i ate, after eating I lit up. While playing on the computer (which is almost 24/7) I would light up. I was up to smoking two packs a day. Not only was it an obsession, it was truly effecting me in ways I knew, but didn't want to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would walk up the three flights of steps to get to my apartment and I would be out of breath. I was diagnosed with diabetes last year, and you can not tell me that smoking did not contribute to that. I felt tired all the time, and food was disgusting...well not that disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing how better I feel and how much better food tastes. And I don't smell like an old nasty ashtray anymore. Now I am called a born-again non smoker, as I can not even handle the smell of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did I do it? I'd like to say I did it through my own will power, but unfortunately I had to have a little help. I call them my happy pills. Wellbutrin, really helped me overcome the desire and the cravings for the tobacco. Hey whatever it takes, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-3919536433603318363?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3919536433603318363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=3919536433603318363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3919536433603318363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3919536433603318363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/01/ninety-five-days.html' title='Ninety-Five Days'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SXIeAhk9jWI/AAAAAAAAFvU/IJSBaVU_LaM/s72-c/stop-smoking-357-784769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-6922457751653958115</id><published>2009-01-11T08:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:07:13.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandkids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><title type='text'>Thomas the Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SWtOcq0tZiI/AAAAAAAAFqk/mKkmoBwc2L8/s1600-h/how-thomas-the-tank-engine-works-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290408441715451426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SWtOcq0tZiI/AAAAAAAAFqk/mKkmoBwc2L8/s320/how-thomas-the-tank-engine-works-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night I received a lesson in engines. Train engines that is. From my two-year old grandson. I learnt all about Thomas, James, Gordan and Henry, just to name a few! It amazes me that a two year old is so engrossed in a cartoon show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then that should not surprise me that much, I mean it was Sesame Street in my day, now it is Thomas the Train and Spongebob Square pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grandson let me know right away when he arrived at my home what our agenda was going to be. When I turned on TV it was on HLN (Headline News). His response to the was..."What this crap?" and then was proceeded with.."We watch Thomas!" Wherein at that point he pulled out his DVD collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Thomas the Train it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-6922457751653958115?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6922457751653958115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=6922457751653958115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6922457751653958115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6922457751653958115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/01/thomas-train.html' title='Thomas the Train'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SWtOcq0tZiI/AAAAAAAAFqk/mKkmoBwc2L8/s72-c/how-thomas-the-tank-engine-works-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-7663557319964997995</id><published>2009-01-04T11:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:45:14.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogitty Blog Blog Blog'/><title type='text'>I See Dead People...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SWDnSws4Q9I/AAAAAAAAFpk/7F77KEeoltU/s1600-h/pacman2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287480272029762514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SWDnSws4Q9I/AAAAAAAAFpk/7F77KEeoltU/s320/pacman2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my dreams. Not like right now, here in front of me, but in my dreams. The last week or so I have been dreaming about people I once knew that are now dead. In my dreams they are not dead and it is not a dream where it happened before they died, but in the current time. I am the age I am now, regardless of how old I was when they actually died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally dreams are not a big deal to me, but many times I have had dreams of loved ones that have died, and then I hear that they actually have died, like a premonition. But these are different types of dreams, these are of people that are already dead, some of them for a very long time. So I decided I needed to have these dreams interpreted, so off to the world wide web!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each link I found regarding dreaming of dead people, told me a different reason as to why I was seeing dead people in my dreams. Some said that it was my mind telling me I no longer needed these people or the relationship I once had. No shit?! They are dead, I certainly do not have a relationship with these people any longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another said that I was dreaming of these dead people to warn me not to make the same mistakes they did. Okay...one lady was killed by her husband, another lived to be 92, what mistakes did they make that I need to avoid? Living to be 92 or being with a psychotic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall after reading these many interpretations of why we dream of dead people I come to the conclusion that no one really knows why. So I am going to take my grandmother's interpretation (yes, she is now dead, and yes she was one of the people I dreamed about) She always told me that "&lt;em&gt;When you dream of someone who has died, they are just paying you a visit&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that sound kind of eery, but I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-7663557319964997995?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7663557319964997995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=7663557319964997995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7663557319964997995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7663557319964997995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-see-dead-people.html' title='I See Dead People...'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SWDnSws4Q9I/AAAAAAAAFpk/7F77KEeoltU/s72-c/pacman2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-3304822678714986862</id><published>2009-01-03T11:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:33:43.884-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandkids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>2009 Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know it has been a month since my last real post, however with Adam's diagnosis and hospital visits, the holidays and moving, time has just not allowed me to post as much as I would like. So for a quick update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM: He is doing very well. He has had two sessions of chemo already and is tolerating them extremely well. The tumors have already went down considerably. At least the ones we can see, the ones in the lung we are not sure of yet. A pet scan is going to be done on the 12th of January and once we get the results we will know if the chemo is doing what it is supposed to be doing. You can follow his journey with Hodgkins at his blog &lt;a href="http://atw1993.blogspot.com/"&gt;ADAM'S JOURNEY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAYS: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SV-TTmiwo3I/AAAAAAAAFmY/2q6Psb5sO5U/s1600-h/100_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287106452529390450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SV-TTmiwo3I/AAAAAAAAFmY/2q6Psb5sO5U/s320/100_0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The same as last year only we are all another year older. Actually Christmas was very nice and it was good to have all the family together again. My daughter came down from Columbus on Christmas Eve, so all four of my kids were here as were my grand kids. It was very nice. DJ and i did not exchange gifts this year, however we did buy some new rings for one another. they are titanium carbide, and look very nice with one single diamond in the center. This is the first time in the almost 9 years we have been together that we have really nice rings.&lt;br /&gt;New Years was uneventful, well not really, but i can not share right now. I will let you know in a few days what the "secret" is. We had a little get together New Years Eve with DJ's family, which is always nice. I enjoy his family and the bond they seem to have. It is good to bring in the new year with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING: Yes, we have moved again. Just down the street into a two bedroom apartment. With Adam spending more and more time with us, I felt it was time to get him and J2 their own room to share when they are here. The place is very nice and has not only two bedrooms but two baths as well! That is almost a necessity with four "almost" men in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-3304822678714986862?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3304822678714986862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=3304822678714986862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3304822678714986862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3304822678714986862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-update.html' title='2009 Update'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SV-TTmiwo3I/AAAAAAAAFmY/2q6Psb5sO5U/s72-c/100_0606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-3401264177691972926</id><published>2009-01-01T11:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:20:40.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SV-QLlvxZwI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/YqoMhSknCu8/s1600-h/happy-new-year.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287103016341694210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SV-QLlvxZwI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/YqoMhSknCu8/s320/happy-new-year.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-3401264177691972926?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3401264177691972926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=3401264177691972926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3401264177691972926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3401264177691972926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SV-QLlvxZwI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/YqoMhSknCu8/s72-c/happy-new-year.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-2546206365153166215</id><published>2008-12-03T00:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:11:30.256-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hodgkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>The Last Month of '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/STYUz9Kq3gI/AAAAAAAAFLg/UmAwo4w6okY/s1600-h/december.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275426896336313858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/STYUz9Kq3gI/AAAAAAAAFLg/UmAwo4w6okY/s320/december.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is already December. The year will soon be coming to an end. A lot has transpired this year, and it seems as though the last week has been a year in itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam is doing well, and tests are still being done to give the doctors a baseline before starting his chemotherapy. We did receive the results back from his bone marrow tests, and they were negative, so this is good. If you want to read more you can read about his journey on his blog, Adam's Journey. A link can be found over on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DJ will be leaving for Lima, Ohio for two weeks to open a new store. It is only two hours away, so if need be he can be home relatively quick. I was somewhat apprehensive at first about him leaving, but with all the time I have been staying at the hospital, it will be good for him to go and work to keep his mind off of the issues here at home with Adam. I will miss him, but AI am sure we will talk every night and two or three times during the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will also be going back to work myself in a few days. I'm not looking forward to it, but I need to get back for my own sanity as well as for my company. They are very good to me and I want to make sure that I continue to put my best foot forward during this time as well to let them know how much I appreciate their generosity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as 2008 comes to a close, this last month holds a lot of unknowns. But as always I will get through them, just one day at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-2546206365153166215?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2546206365153166215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=2546206365153166215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2546206365153166215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2546206365153166215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-month-of-08.html' title='The Last Month of &apos;08'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/STYUz9Kq3gI/AAAAAAAAFLg/UmAwo4w6okY/s72-c/december.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-8369722011207582777</id><published>2008-11-29T09:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:59:23.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hodgkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 08</title><content type='html'>Our family has a lot to be thankful for, however this year has brought that to an even more vivid reality. We all received a reality check on Tuesday, November 25, 2008. Only four days ago, yet it seems like weeks already. My youngest son, who I have referred to as AT on the blog was diagnosed with Stage IV Hodgkin's Disease. It all began the day before, on Monday when his mother took him to the pediatrician because of a swollen gland in his neck that seemed to get worse instead of better, After some blood work and X-rays, he called them at home and asked them to come back to the office as he needed to talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The x-ray showed another mass on his chest and the one in his neck was actually three. He recommended that Adam be taken to the Children's Medical center in downtown Cincinnati as soon as possible. So we were on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests, CT-Scans, blood tests, more x-rays, more blood tests confirmed our fears. He was going to be in the hospital for quite some time, and more tests were scheduled, and more "spots" were found, this time on his right lung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospital did allow Adam to go home for a few hours on Thanksgiving to enjoy the day with family, but he had to return on Friday for more tests to give the doctors a better idea on how to treat the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hodgkin's is a caner of the lymph nodes that can travel throughout the body through the lymphatic system. It can spread quickly and hit anywhere in the body. A bone marrow test was completed yesterday and we will receive the results from that on Monday, to determine if it has entered into the bone marrow and how to treat the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately the disease has been contained in the upper torso area and no other major organs have been effected. The plan is to hit it fast and hard, and by late next week Adam should be undergoing his first session of chemotherapy. The doctors here are great, and the staff is wonderful. Adam seems to be handling the news better than what his mother and I have been. The doctors are saying there is an 80-85% success rate with this form of cancer, and great strides have been made in the treatment. His diagnosis was not what we wanted to hear, however the prognosis is good and we will stay strong and win this battle.  You can read about his journey at his blog &lt;a href="http://atw1993.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adam's Journey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-8369722011207582777?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8369722011207582777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=8369722011207582777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8369722011207582777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8369722011207582777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-08.html' title='Thanksgiving 08'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-8110172558055606979</id><published>2008-11-08T09:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:00:25.668-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presidential News'/><title type='text'>Seriously? Puppy-Gate?</title><content type='html'>Already people are trying to tell President-Elect Obama what needs to be done.  CHeck out this report from New York Times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Barack Obama promised in his presidential acceptance speech to get his daughters a puppy, it set off a flurry of speculation, particularly online, about just what kind of puppy the family would bring to the White House. Some observers have made the case for their favorite breeds, while others said the president-elect should seek out a mutt. Many argued that Obama should set an example by getting the dog from a shelter instead of looking to a breeder. Obama addressed the puppy question in his first press conference as president-elect today. Noting that the debate over what sort of dog her should get had generated major discussion on his Web site, the president-elect jokingly called it a "major issue." "We have two criteria that have to be reconciled," Obama said. "One is that [daughter] Malia is allergic so it has to be hypoallergenic." Obama added that while many breeds are hypoallergenic, he would prefer to adopt a dog from a shelter. The problem? "A lot of shelter dogs are mutts, like me," Obama said. "So whether we're going to be able to balance those two things, I think, is a pressing issue on the Obama household."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-8110172558055606979?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8110172558055606979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=8110172558055606979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8110172558055606979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8110172558055606979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/11/seriously-puppy-gate.html' title='Seriously? Puppy-Gate?'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-7359836509073888537</id><published>2008-11-05T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:01:59.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presidential News'/><title type='text'>President-Elect Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jll5baCAaQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jll5baCAaQU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8696400-7359836509073888537?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7359836509073888537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=7359836509073888537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7359836509073888537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7359836509073888537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/11/president-elect-barack-obama.html' title='President-Elect Barack Obama'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-4187897328872113920</id><published>2008-11-02T10:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:13:09.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Countdown 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SQ3RbMVnuJI/AAAAAAAAFD0/jjyOAlCfBMo/s1600-h/election_mccain_oba_574684g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264093804564560018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SQ3RbMVnuJI/AAAAAAAAFD0/jjyOAlCfBMo/s320/election_mccain_oba_574684g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In just two days the votes will be cast for our next President and Vice President of the United States. If you want to believe the polls, and the biased News reports Barack Obama has it all wrapped up and John McCain and Sarah Palin should just go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try not to listen to the pollsters and I certainly do not make my choices based on the news media and news reports, however, I personally believe that the media has elected our last five presidents, if not every President since JFK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we will soon close the door on what is certainly the most historical presidential campaign in my lifetime. An African-American almost at the door of the oval office, and a female standing in the background and possibly a heartbeat away from the most powerful office in the world. Some of the pundits have said this country is not ready for either a female president or vice president, or a black president. My response to that is why not? Both Hillary and Obama are quite qualified to fill that post, but unfortunately our country still has enough bigots and racists for this to be an issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, come next Wednesday morning history will be made one way or another. It is exciting, and I can not wait for the outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-4187897328872113920?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4187897328872113920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=4187897328872113920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4187897328872113920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4187897328872113920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/11/countdown-2008.html' title='Countdown 2008'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SQ3RbMVnuJI/AAAAAAAAFD0/jjyOAlCfBMo/s72-c/election_mccain_oba_574684g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-2527246545089995239</id><published>2008-10-15T09:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:34:34.899-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><title type='text'>Pictures from Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SQMgK6whZHI/AAAAAAAAFCM/X9Ew2b4lYKE/s1600-h/100_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261084161642423410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SQMgK6whZHI/AAAAAAAAFCM/X9Ew2b4lYKE/s320/100_0431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago you know, if you are a reader of my blog, my partner, DJ went to LA for two weeks for work. I had to stay home, all alone with the cats, while he was enjoying the one place I really want to visit. But I'm not jealous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway he did bring me back some gifts, and some great pictures, if you get a chance hop over to see them and dream as did I of what it would be like to visit &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mwyatt1960/Hollywood#"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/a&gt;. (just hit the link)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-2527246545089995239?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2527246545089995239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=2527246545089995239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2527246545089995239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2527246545089995239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-from-hollywood.html' title='Pictures from Hollywood'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SQMgK6whZHI/AAAAAAAAFCM/X9Ew2b4lYKE/s72-c/100_0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-4877816351448214241</id><published>2008-10-11T11:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:12:02.868-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coming Out'/><title type='text'>CELEBRATE NATIONAL COMING OUT DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SPDCN3cyvLI/AAAAAAAAEz0/ponLN80pqkw/s1600-h/coming+out.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255914308620172466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SPDCN3cyvLI/AAAAAAAAEz0/ponLN80pqkw/s320/coming+out.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SPDB0bkV4sI/AAAAAAAAEzs/iBqnUO58vMY/s1600-h/coming+out.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8696400-4877816351448214241?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4877816351448214241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=4877816351448214241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4877816351448214241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4877816351448214241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/10/celebrate-national-coming-out-day.html' title='CELEBRATE NATIONAL COMING OUT DAY!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SPDCN3cyvLI/AAAAAAAAEz0/ponLN80pqkw/s72-c/coming+out.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-3589972005540657109</id><published>2008-10-10T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:04:05.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogitty Blog Blog Blog'/><title type='text'>4 Years and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SPC6pcRgHnI/AAAAAAAAEzk/j9RqMwblQTc/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255905986268372594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SPC6pcRgHnI/AAAAAAAAEzk/j9RqMwblQTc/s320/4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday is my unofficial 4 year Blogiversary! I say unofficial as I started the blog about a year earlier on another blog service and the deleted my content. So this is my 4th year blogging on blogger!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's see what was happening on my blog four years ago...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I was having the &lt;a href="http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2004/10/hump-day-blues.html"&gt;HUMP DAY BLUES &lt;/a&gt;here...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks like I was &lt;a href="http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2004/10/whats-weekend.html"&gt;Enjoying a Weekend &lt;/a&gt;on this particular blog post...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also four years ago a certain presidential election was coming to an end and we were at the &lt;a href="http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2004/10/home-stretch.html"&gt;Home Stretch&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it looks as though I was &lt;a href="http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2004/11/getting-over-it.html"&gt;Getting Over &lt;/a&gt;a bad cold...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But actually a lot more than those things have happened in the last four years. DJ and I have moved five times, I have had a son get married, three grandchildren, lost and started a new job...twice, added three cats to our family, diagnosed with diabetes, lost several family members, met new friends, lost old ones and put up with GWB for the last four years!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now for the next four years...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-3589972005540657109?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3589972005540657109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=3589972005540657109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3589972005540657109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3589972005540657109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-years-and-counting.html' title='4 Years and Counting'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SPC6pcRgHnI/AAAAAAAAEzk/j9RqMwblQTc/s72-c/4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-2897465571480533770</id><published>2008-10-09T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:03:05.418-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Life is Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SPC2s3FY56I/AAAAAAAAEzc/LXdovbw4vbc/s1600-h/lifeshort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255901646958421922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SPC2s3FY56I/AAAAAAAAEzc/LXdovbw4vbc/s320/lifeshort.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is short. We hear that all the time. Sometimes as a kid I heard that and thought, how could life be so short? It seemed as though life moved so slowly as a child. Remember how your four years in High School seemed to be an eternity and you didn't think graduation was EVER going to happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I look back on those days and I realize that it has been 30 years since I graduated and I say to myself, "Where did it go?, Life is so short."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was another one of those days when I said those words. Back in the early 90's I became close with a very dear family. Two sisters. One was married with twin sons, the other sister was single and devoted to God and her church. My wife, at the time, spent a great deal of time with this family. The unmarried sister became a surrogate mother to our children, as she was with us almost ever day. Many times staying overnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other sister, we were not as close to, but we still were close. Her husband and her boys were her life, and she worked very hard at trying to make sure that her family was taken care of. She never worked outside of the home, and her husband didn't make a lot of money, but they always seemed to manage and you could tell that they enjoyed their life. Their twin sons were polar opposites, one was out going, active and always working, the other was a backward, introverted young man that stayed close to mom and home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few years ago, the youngest sister died after a hard fought battle with cancer. My kids were shaken by her death, as she was such a vital part of their growing up. About two years later her sister died, both died young, not even in their sixties yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like most, life went on for the father and two sons. The outgoing son married had children, divorced and continued to work hard. The introverted son became more outgoing, worked hard and made a home for himself and also eventually married. The father also re-married and began a new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon my mother called me at work and reminded me how short life is. The outgoing, active, gregarious son had died. He was only 33. Thirty three years, so young and so much life that should have been ahead for him. He had two small children and was soon to be remarried. His entire life he struggled with juvenile diabetes, and even though I am not sure, I would assume it finally took it's toll on his body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday it seems I watched that young man be baptised, start driving, grow into a strong hard working young man, and today he is gone. Yes, life is short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some even shorter than it should be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-2897465571480533770?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2897465571480533770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=2897465571480533770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2897465571480533770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2897465571480533770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-is-short.html' title='Life is Short'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SPC2s3FY56I/AAAAAAAAEzc/LXdovbw4vbc/s72-c/lifeshort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-7172080499314843935</id><published>2008-10-08T09:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T09:43:50.573-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Change is Going To Do You Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SPCr80gx39I/AAAAAAAAEzU/ZZxxlvWuFdw/s1600-h/change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255889826517999570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SPCr80gx39I/AAAAAAAAEzU/ZZxxlvWuFdw/s320/change.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transitions can be good. However, I am one that does not deal well with change. Case in point...DJ's new job. Him being gone on the road is not something that I like. It upsets my way of life. My security...my rut! I like my rut damn it! Now I have to readjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my rut at work is now going to be filled in and and in a few weeks my job duties are going to change as well as my immediate supervisor. Not that this is a bad thing, but it is also not a good thing. My whole pattern and daily schedule will change not to mention the focus of my work. Previously my position was one in which I was constantly busy. Not that this new position is going to be any less busy, but the type of "busy" is going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now I really do not know what it is that I am going to be doing. Some of what I already do I am sure, with a different focus and mind-set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change can be good. Change is sometimes needed. Change is inevitable. That does not mean that I have to like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-7172080499314843935?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7172080499314843935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=7172080499314843935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7172080499314843935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7172080499314843935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/10/change-is-going-to-do-you-good.html' title='Change is Going To Do You Good'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SPCr80gx39I/AAAAAAAAEzU/ZZxxlvWuFdw/s72-c/change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-2927417640545272135</id><published>2008-10-04T19:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:48:28.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quitting Smoking'/><title type='text'>Starting Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SOkq97W8JnI/AAAAAAAAEI4/ZcHHBicQ1cE/s1600-h/no%2520smoking.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253777683698689650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SOkq97W8JnI/AAAAAAAAEI4/ZcHHBicQ1cE/s320/no%2520smoking.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been a smoker off and on since I was about 17. So that is roughly 30 years, give or take a few years here and a few years there. Actually I've probably smoked for about 21 years as I did quit for quite a while while I was married and when my kids were little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today starts a new chapter. A chapter that does not include cigarettes. I finished my last pack and now I will use the nicotine patches to assist me in my goal. I've wanted to quite for sometime, as I know my health is paying for this nasty habit. I actually don't even like the taste of cigarettes, but apparently the nicotine receptors in my brain are thinking otherwise. I need to stop, I want to stop and quite honestly I have to stop! I want to live to see my grand kids have kids. I also want to be around for DJ as long as I possibly can, so hopefully this will allow me to do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am about a pack a day smoker, so I know it could be worse. I have friends that smoke two packs a day! With DJ out in LA I hope that this will be a good time as any to put this beast behind me, and then work on him when he returns so we can beat this together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay all, I am counting on all of you remind me of the dangers of smoking and make sure I just continue to say NO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So starting now the countdown begins....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-2927417640545272135?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2927417640545272135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=2927417640545272135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2927417640545272135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2927417640545272135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/10/starting-now.html' title='Starting Now'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SOkq97W8JnI/AAAAAAAAEI4/ZcHHBicQ1cE/s72-c/no%2520smoking.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-5753925489818347283</id><published>2008-10-02T22:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:18:19.154-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Headlines'/><title type='text'>Does She or Doesn't She?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9ZYWY3UnNk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9ZYWY3UnNk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gosh Darn it I don't think she knows, or does she? Only her hairdresser knows for sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-5753925489818347283?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5753925489818347283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=5753925489818347283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5753925489818347283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5753925489818347283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/10/does-she-or-doesnt-she.html' title='Does She or Doesn&apos;t She?'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-4158419885687438892</id><published>2008-09-30T19:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:16:33.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogitty Blog Blog Blog'/><title type='text'>Tuesday the New Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SOKzFemrmlI/AAAAAAAADVg/IkdbOdv3R8A/s1600-h/tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251957022163442258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="272" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SOKzFemrmlI/AAAAAAAADVg/IkdbOdv3R8A/s320/tuesday.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, September 30, 2008. The last day of September until next year. And a Tuesday. My least favorite day of the week. I vote we just take Tuesdays off the calendar. September has been a rough month and today was no exception. DJ is gone 3,000 miles away from me, the economy is faltering, Wall St. is crashing, and I really don't know who I want to vote for as President yet, my check was for much less that I was counting on, things at work just seemed to explode and I get to come home to an empty house. Well not completely empty, the cats are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another month of 2008 has come and gone, and so much has happened. Where do I begin? Or where will it end? Who knows, but I know one thing. Tuesday will come back again next week. I just hoe they get better as the year winds down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-4158419885687438892?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4158419885687438892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=4158419885687438892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4158419885687438892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4158419885687438892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/09/tuesday-new-monday.html' title='Tuesday the New Monday'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SOKzFemrmlI/AAAAAAAADVg/IkdbOdv3R8A/s72-c/tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-1063368627516683995</id><published>2008-09-22T14:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:07:30.390-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>The First Time Ever I Saw His Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SOKxJ4wyCbI/AAAAAAAADVY/kBx9yZcIeyg/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251954898881350066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="181" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SOKxJ4wyCbI/AAAAAAAADVY/kBx9yZcIeyg/s320/Image1.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time I saw him I knew there was just something about him. I wasn't looking for anything or anyone. I had actually just came to the conclusion that I was to be single and was happy about it and happy with myself. So when I walked into the bar that night and glanced over and saw this good looking guy sitting there all by himself, I really didn't think that eight years later we would still be together. But I knew something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew from the first time I saw him that he was a gentle soul, a passionate person with dreams, goals and ideas. When we first spoke and I saw his smile, I knew I liked him. When we danced and made small talk it just felt right, comfortable, almost like it should be that way. Never once did I fell like I needed to put on a facade or keep things private. I wanted to share things with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight years ago today I met a man. Not just any man, but a special man. One that I had no idea who he was, or where he came from, but who became the biggest part of my life, who actually became part of me. DJ was that man, and I can not even begin to imagine my life without him. Still today when he smiles my heart leaps, when we hold each other I feel safe and secure, and oh so comfortable. When we talk it feels so right. Sometimes we don't even need to talk because it seems we can read each others minds. Happy Anniversary DJ. I love you always and forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-1063368627516683995?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1063368627516683995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=1063368627516683995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1063368627516683995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1063368627516683995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-time-ever-i-saw-his-face.html' title='The First Time Ever I Saw His Face'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SOKxJ4wyCbI/AAAAAAAADVY/kBx9yZcIeyg/s72-c/Image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-9132761001358090223</id><published>2008-09-16T23:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:12:18.505-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>L.A. Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SNXJmRNIOtI/AAAAAAAADUg/4pUtyPSkMmg/s1600-h/wg-los-angeles-11298-400x300.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248322600060861138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SNXJmRNIOtI/AAAAAAAADUg/4pUtyPSkMmg/s320/wg-los-angeles-11298-400x300.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well not for me. DJ is heading to L.A. September 27th. He is heading to the city of angels to help open a new store and train the servers/bartenders. He just returned last month from Bozeman, MT. and now he is leaving me again to work with the stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well maybe not actually the stars, but at least in the same city of the stars. Do I sound a little jealous? Well if I don't, I am. I know he is going out there to work, but I've never been to L.A. and would love to go. However, I have no vacation time left at work to be able to go, and even if I did we do not have the extra cash to fly me out there. So I will just have to be satisfied with his pictures and his experiences. So I am sure I will share with you his trip and pictures, and you like me can sit back in envy as do I as we share his experience with his photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I liking the fact he is traveling all over the country? At first it was very difficult. And no I am not ecstatic over the fact that he is in L.A. and I am left alone in Cincinnati. But this is a great opportunity for him, and it really does validate his work. It is also something that he really enjoys doing, training others. So, I yes, I am going to miss him terribly, but I must put my selfishness behind him and allow him to do this with his job. Sometimes we need to make sacrifices in relationships. I just hope his travelling slows down a bit. Maybe every tow months instead of every month. We will see. Meanwhile I will collect his pictures and his stories and make long distance late night calls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-9132761001358090223?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/9132761001358090223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=9132761001358090223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/9132761001358090223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/9132761001358090223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-bound.html' title='L.A. Bound'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SNXJmRNIOtI/AAAAAAAADUg/4pUtyPSkMmg/s72-c/wg-los-angeles-11298-400x300.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-3122899789061665296</id><published>2008-09-15T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:56:57.416-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Hurricane Ike in Ohio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SNXF4nuUM2I/AAAAAAAADUY/dX2401APfZA/s1600-h/jul02_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248318517296771938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SNXF4nuUM2I/AAAAAAAADUY/dX2401APfZA/s320/jul02_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time in Ohio history, a hurricane blew in across the southwest Ohio, Kentucky, Indiana area and travelled north into Dayton and Columbus. Yes, a hurricane, well the remnants of a hurricane. Winds up to 79 miles an hour came through and brought a blackout through the entire tri-state area. Our power went out about 1:15 yesterday afternoon and was restored tonight about 8:30. We were one of 850,000 homes without power. Today there are still over a half a million people still with no power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sat in my apartment yesterday I begin to hear the winds whip around and had no idea what was happening. I do not watch the TV, so of course I was not warned what was coming our way. By 1:00 I decided I needed to take my sons home and DJ and I began a 45 minute drive that turned into an hour and fifteen minutes. Our car was pushed and pulled by the wind and we saw trees down everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a hurricane came to Ohio. There was no rain, thunder or lightening, just high winds. One of the most bizarre weather systems that I have ever seen. What will happen next? A Tsunami?&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/8696400-3122899789061665296?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3122899789061665296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=3122899789061665296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3122899789061665296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3122899789061665296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-ike-in-ohio.html' title='Hurricane Ike in Ohio?'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SNXF4nuUM2I/AAAAAAAADUY/dX2401APfZA/s72-c/jul02_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-4764672851544416430</id><published>2008-09-07T11:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:07:26.319-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>One Week Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SMPzrH_AUiI/AAAAAAAADTw/vQKs2uYORi0/s1600-h/WelcomeHomeHoneyDoList.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243302313392624162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SMPzrH_AUiI/AAAAAAAADTw/vQKs2uYORi0/s320/WelcomeHomeHoneyDoList.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DJ has been home from Montana for a week, and let me tell you it has been one incredible week. I will not go into to all the reasons as to why, but let's just say we really missed each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since coming back we have spent more time talking and cuddling that we have in quite a long time. So I suppose when they say that, absence makes the heart grow fonder, has some truth to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will find out how true that is, as he is leaving again. The first week of October he will be travelling to Louisville, Kentucky to open another store. Now this trip will not be as bad. For several reasons. Like we will be in the same time zone. Louisville is only an hour and a half from home, so there will be a few days get away for me as well when I go to Louisville to meet him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to share some pictures with you, so head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mjwoh/sets/72157607162639319/"&gt;Yahoo Pics of Dan's Trips&lt;/a&gt;, and see some of the pictures from DJ's trip to Montana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-4764672851544416430?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4764672851544416430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=4764672851544416430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4764672851544416430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4764672851544416430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-week-back.html' title='One Week Back'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SMPzrH_AUiI/AAAAAAAADTw/vQKs2uYORi0/s72-c/WelcomeHomeHoneyDoList.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-6946796404852355551</id><published>2008-08-25T22:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:14:18.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Change of Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SLNm0xQwYhI/AAAAAAAADS4/12XyqhJIZ28/s1600-h/Media%255CDaily%2520Routine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238643848324866578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SLNm0xQwYhI/AAAAAAAADS4/12XyqhJIZ28/s320/Media%255CDaily%2520Routine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The posts have been few and far between. I apologize for that, but honestly the my blogging has taken a back seat to work, DJ and World of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Warcraft&lt;/span&gt;! I will continue to give bits and pieces of the goings on around here if you are really interested that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last post I had just received word that DJ was going to be gone for two weeks in Montana opening a new store. Well, he is there and I am here. This is the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day we have been apart, and just let me tell you this has been one of the hardest things I've had to do. Leaving him at the airport was just heart rendering. Knowing that he is so far away and if something was to happen...I don't even want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt; day into his trip he called and said that he had been asked to open a new store in Oregon. I was really pleased and happy for him until I found out when he was going. 4 or 5 days after he got back from Montana. I was a mess for an entire day. My whole world was changing and to be honest I didn't like it. I can handle him being gone from time to time, but back to back with only a few days to be with one another?? I think that would take it's toll on any relationship. We talked about it at length for a few days, over the phone lines and we both decided that it was just too soon to take off again and to be apart. There will be other trips, and when those opportunities come along, I will just have to accept it. But not back to back. I need my man for more than just 4-8 days a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quiet and lonely around here without DJ, and I find myself missing him at the most inoportune times. Like 4 in the moring when he is sound asleep (like I should be) Or during the middle of the day when both are working. But soon he will be home (5 more days!!) and things will be back to normal, at least until he goes away again....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-6946796404852355551?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6946796404852355551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=6946796404852355551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6946796404852355551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6946796404852355551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/08/change-of-routine.html' title='Change of Routine'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SLNm0xQwYhI/AAAAAAAADS4/12XyqhJIZ28/s72-c/Media%255CDaily%2520Routine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-4366464571568327891</id><published>2008-08-11T12:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:11:25.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandkids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Terrible Twos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My grand-daughter Alana turned two today. They grow up so quickly. She is a handful for her mommy, but such a beautiful little girl. Here are some pics of here special day.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SMP863KIxBI/AAAAAAAADT4/2YxmSpjhtuE/s1600-h/100_1939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243312479358469138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SMP863KIxBI/AAAAAAAADT4/2YxmSpjhtuE/s320/100_1939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SMP87TF5oII/AAAAAAAADUI/-ythPXXKTx4/s1600-h/100_1941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243312486856892546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SMP87TF5oII/AAAAAAAADUI/-ythPXXKTx4/s320/100_1941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SMP87MKUvfI/AAAAAAAADUA/xfalwqjgnVo/s1600-h/100_1940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243312484996398578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SMP87MKUvfI/AAAAAAAADUA/xfalwqjgnVo/s320/100_1940.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/8696400-4366464571568327891?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4366464571568327891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=4366464571568327891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4366464571568327891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4366464571568327891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/08/terrible-twos.html' title='Terrible Twos'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SMP863KIxBI/AAAAAAAADT4/2YxmSpjhtuE/s72-c/100_1939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-1693889506190439727</id><published>2008-08-06T20:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:53:09.187-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Where the Deer and the Antelope Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SJ-LOF0WnWI/AAAAAAAADSo/0t8LDLVk-Ts/s1600-h/bozeman1-749254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233054366223998306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SJ-LOF0WnWI/AAAAAAAADSo/0t8LDLVk-Ts/s320/bozeman1-749254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Montana...Bozeman, Montana to be exact. What the hell is in Bozeman, Montana? Apparently a new restaurant. One that DJ will be helping open up and train the new employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, DJ is leaving for beautiful Bozeman, Montana on the 16th and will be gone until the 3oth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great opportunity for him and it says a lot about what a great employee he is. He recently opened a store here locally and impressed the coordinator so much that he hand picked DJ to go out to Montana and help open the new franchise out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I be doing for the 14 days he is out in "Cowboy Country?" Well this isn't about me. It's about DJ, and I fully support him in his career and want to see him be successful. So what will I be doing while he is away in the mountains? Like I said. it's not about me but about DJ and the opportunity he has been afforded and the extra cash he will be bringing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, how do I feel about it? Honestly? Well, at first I was upset. This will be the first time in 8 years that we have been away from one another for more than one night. And I really hate being alone. But after I thought about it I realized this is an opportunity for him that is incredible and he really wants to do this. So I will learn to live with it, and make lots of long distance phone calls. And it's only for 14 days. It could be 14 weeks. So a new chapter has opened up in our relationship and to be honest, I am really excited for him, and for the both of us. But I'm still allowed to miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-1693889506190439727?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1693889506190439727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=1693889506190439727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1693889506190439727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1693889506190439727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-deer-and-antelope-play.html' title='Where the Deer and the Antelope Play'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SJ-LOF0WnWI/AAAAAAAADSo/0t8LDLVk-Ts/s72-c/bozeman1-749254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-8950071133589258780</id><published>2008-07-29T06:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:08:09.064-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>18 Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SJ70eLhdarI/AAAAAAAADSg/KFRhQgC1zro/s1600-h/JIW95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232888616377477810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SJ70eLhdarI/AAAAAAAADSg/KFRhQgC1zro/s320/JIW95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No I do NOT wish I was 18 again!!  Those years were not my best, but it is however my third child's 18th birthday. J2 was born on a really hot July Sunday in 1990.  It seems like it was just last week.  Now 18 years later, my big brown eyed little man is really becoming a man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has been here with me all week, and as I see him I realize that he soon will be own his own, not coming to stay with dad for the weekend, or a week or two in the summer.  His days of fun and doing nothing are over and he will have to go out and meet the world head on like the rest of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has one more year of High School left and then it's off to college or the work world.  His whole life is ahead of him.  Remember that feeling?  I know he will do alright, and whatever path life takes him he will do his best.  All I hope for him, as with all my children, is I want them to be happy.  Life is too short being unhappy.  So, Happy Birthday, Son!  and remember if the path get's a little rough (which, I am sure it will) I'm here for you, I love you and I'm very proud of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-8950071133589258780?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8950071133589258780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=8950071133589258780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8950071133589258780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8950071133589258780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/07/18-again.html' title='18 Again'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SJ70eLhdarI/AAAAAAAADSg/KFRhQgC1zro/s72-c/JIW95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-4101733621145000914</id><published>2008-07-27T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:58:57.511-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finances'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the Laundromat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SJ7yrx0TUBI/AAAAAAAADSY/PAXg16-SJNQ/s1600-h/laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232886650972098578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SJ7yrx0TUBI/AAAAAAAADSY/PAXg16-SJNQ/s320/laundry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laundry is the least favorite thing for me to do regarding household chores. I hate doing laundry, especially socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today I did laundry, lots of laundry. That was until I heard this huge sound coming from the laundry closet. It sounded like the washer had reguratated it's entire contents and then was trying to tear it's way out of the laundry closet so that nothing else could be put inside it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually it was the motor. Which burnt up. Now we have no washer, and Dan still has no car. What is it with us and motors this week?? So no I will hate laundry even more than I already do. It now off the the laundromat!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-4101733621145000914?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4101733621145000914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=4101733621145000914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4101733621145000914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4101733621145000914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-to-laundromat.html' title='Welcome to the Laundromat!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SJ7yrx0TUBI/AAAAAAAADSY/PAXg16-SJNQ/s72-c/laundry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-1314813001794668029</id><published>2008-07-20T09:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:20:18.516-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><title type='text'>Post #555</title><content type='html'>555 posts! Wow, that is a lot of postings. But then again the blog is almost 5 years old so that is not a lot of posts really. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well on with the post. I wanted it to be something exciting and memorable for you to read and laugh, however our weekend was not something laughable. It actually was somewhat disheartening. DJ's trusty vehicle, "Linda" a 1998 black Chevy cavalier blew a rod. Now I was somewhat lost as to what this really meant, but I soon found out that it means, she will never grace the highways again. She will go to the graveyard that is specially designed for her breed. Or we could pay over $2,000 to have a new motor placed into her body, but it wouldn't be "Linda" anymore. I mean it would be like a total organ replacement for a human, it just wouldn't never be the same. And spending that much money on her would not guarantee she would last another ten years. So we are on the lookout for a new car to replace "Linda".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless of what we buy, both DJ and I require two things. Gas efficient and the color. It HAS to be a shade of orange. Yes, you heard me orange. So, off we went this weekend car shopping. We have narrowed it down to two models, a &lt;a href="http://www.hyundaiusa.com/vehicle/accent/accent.aspx"&gt;Hyundai Accent Hatchback&lt;/a&gt; or a &lt;a href="http://www.chevrolet.com/cobalt/?seo=goo__2008_Chevy_Retention__IMG_Chevy_Cobalt__Chevy_Cobalt__cobalt"&gt;Chevrolet Cobalt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SIM7CSpfAWI/AAAAAAAADRo/OLpk3f4oz_8/s1600-h/accenthatchback3dr-glsport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225084903231521122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SIM7CSpfAWI/AAAAAAAADRo/OLpk3f4oz_8/s320/accenthatchback3dr-glsport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SIM7MMs-NbI/AAAAAAAADRw/SQRwb5OuZEw/s1600-h/cobalt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225085073434228146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SIM7MMs-NbI/AAAAAAAADRw/SQRwb5OuZEw/s320/cobalt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately for us, the orange colors are only available is certain areas and Cincinnati is one of those areas, due to the legendary Cincinnati Bengals....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we are pondering our decision, and awaiting the results of our financing to see how much this new purchase is going to set us back per month. But regardless of the monthly cost it beats the $400 a month I am putting out for gas to travel to and from work each month. Stay tuned, maybe by post #600 we will have our new family member!!&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/8696400-1314813001794668029?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1314813001794668029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=1314813001794668029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1314813001794668029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1314813001794668029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-555.html' title='Post #555'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SIM7CSpfAWI/AAAAAAAADRo/OLpk3f4oz_8/s72-c/accenthatchback3dr-glsport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-2003412764543447066</id><published>2008-07-17T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:00:16.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogitty Blog Blog Blog'/><title type='text'>King for a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SIMz8kFvreI/AAAAAAAADRg/zJiiz-v0b34/s1600-h/mancrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225077108252847586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SIMz8kFvreI/AAAAAAAADRg/zJiiz-v0b34/s320/mancrown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to start taking my camera everywhere I go.  It's a must.  Because people never believe me when I tell them the things I see on the way to and from work.  Seriously, it's everyday that I see something bizarre or entertaining in my car as I travel the highways and byways of Cincinnati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Many times  it may be a person, or a sign.  Sometimes it is an animal or just something strange that sticks out and catches my eye. Today though it was something quite entertaining.  As I was driving down a major road in the beautiful Queen City, I saw what had to have been the King of Cincy.  He was standing there waiting apparently for the Metro (Cincinnati's Bus Line), minding his business and making sure that everyone knew he was...the man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I would venture to say he was in his late 60's and decked out in one of the finest polyester suits I have ever seen.  His shoes matched the color of the suit, which was almost a turquoise shade.  His hair was cropped close, from what I could see, and his general appearance was clean, yet not OCD clean.  On every finger and thumb he had at least one golden ring attached to it.  Around his neck were several golden necklaces and chains.  Over his shoulder was what looked like a golden Louis Vitton bag.  And upon his head was the crowing achievement, so to speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   It was a golden crown with stunning jewel inlaid around the circumference and pearls that lined the tops of each spire.  It was a vision of splendor that would have made even the Queen of England green with envy.  As I drove past I looked in my rear view mirror and caught my final glimpse of him heading into the bus carry his green garbage bag, ready for another day of whatever it is the King of the City does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I need to start taking my camera with me everywhere!  There is so much I could share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-2003412764543447066?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2003412764543447066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=2003412764543447066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2003412764543447066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2003412764543447066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/07/king-for-day.html' title='King for a Day'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SIMz8kFvreI/AAAAAAAADRg/zJiiz-v0b34/s72-c/mancrown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-6077340085454622860</id><published>2008-07-15T18:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:08:53.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neighbors'/><title type='text'>Meet the Neighbors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SH574TgZByI/AAAAAAAADRY/1UwKl3oefUg/s1600-h/neighbor-series-779089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223748825035376418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SH574TgZByI/AAAAAAAADRY/1UwKl3oefUg/s320/neighbor-series-779089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DJ and I have lived in our apartment now almost a year, and we really have not met our neighbors, or at least all of them.  I've never been one of those neighborly kind of people that want to be friends with everyone in the neighborhood.  I got that from my mother.  As a child I never even knew the woman's name that lived right next door to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we finally met our neighbors it all started after DJ and I went to bed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sleeping soundly, dreaming of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apoycalpse&lt;/span&gt; (that is another entire blog post) when suddenly I was awaken by....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WHAH&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WHAH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WHAH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WHAH&lt;/span&gt;!!  Damn, I thought, time to get up already?  It seemed like I just went to bed.  I reached over and hit the snooze button, but the sound kept reverberating in my ears, and it seemed to get louder.  I reached over and slammed my alarm again, knocking it onto the floor and the sound STILL was coming louder than ever, like I really pissed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alarm&lt;/span&gt; clock off.  I realized then that it wasn't the alarm and that it must be the fire alarm.  So I ran into the dining room and pulled out a chair and stood on top of the chair and tried to turn off the fire alarm.  But this wasn't working either.  I tried to take the battery out, but to no avail.  DJ comes from the bedroom and asks what is going on.  I replied I had no idea, the fire alarm would not go off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it wasn't our fire alarm, it was the ENTIRE building alarm and we now were going to have to go outside and wait for the firemen to arrive.  We clothed ourselves and headed out to the parking lot where low and behold there were ALL our neighbors!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was the cute guy, who lives alone but tonight he came out with his girlfriend;  the other cute guy with his wife, both couples had a dog each; then there was the resident nosy neighbor who knows everyone by name and probably their date of birth;  the single lady that refused to mingle in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;parking&lt;/span&gt; lot with us and stood by her door in her robe; the two guys that live right next door to us (two guys in a one bed room apartment??  Could they be...?); the really hot guy downstairs, who for whatever reason did not have his dog, but did have his flip flops on; the other single guy who had his flannel shirt, jeans and work boots on, and DJ and I (who did not even have time to do anything with my hair!!)  There was one missing however...the one that no one has ever seen.  I didn't even know anyone lived in that apartment.  However, how could he NOT hear this alarm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He, we surmised was the culprit of the 2:30 a.m. meet the neighbors party, as he never came out.  And for that matter, after 25 minutes the firemen never arrived either!!  The building manager came over and stopped the noise and we all scurried back into our own little worlds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if tomorrow anyone will say hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-6077340085454622860?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6077340085454622860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=6077340085454622860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6077340085454622860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6077340085454622860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/07/meet-neighbors.html' title='Meet the Neighbors'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SH574TgZByI/AAAAAAAADRY/1UwKl3oefUg/s72-c/neighbor-series-779089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-1352564800433744425</id><published>2008-07-12T11:26:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:47:19.337-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogitty Blog Blog Blog'/><title type='text'>A Birthday Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SHjRmvA8vCI/AAAAAAAADQ0/tfCDJX6KD64/s1600-h/foodday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222154231321771042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SHjRmvA8vCI/AAAAAAAADQ0/tfCDJX6KD64/s320/foodday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, last week I got another year older. On Thursday I turned 48 years old. There were no big parades or fanfare, although the team at work went all out with a major "food day" on Thursday, bringing in all kinds of goodies to eat. So all day I indulged in those food items that I should avoid. Cakes, brownies, salsa you name it they had it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DJ and I celebrated at my favorite Mexican restaurant, Cancun. Over all it was a great birthday week and I didn't suffer too much from the overeating and the high starch, high carb diet. It was one day for goodness sakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SHjROcoVNTI/AAAAAAAADQs/kjCWYgVwlTY/s1600-h/watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222153814069818674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SHjROcoVNTI/AAAAAAAADQs/kjCWYgVwlTY/s320/watch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite girls, Lil Bit, Paris and Louisville Sweetie, all went together and got me a beautiful Fossil watch. I've owned several watches, and at one time I had over 16 but I've never had a Fossil watch. It was a very nice gift and a pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received calls from my parents, DJ's mother, all four of my kids and both brothers and my bff Silver wishing me birthday goodness, and I even received a few e-mails and one birthday wish on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once it was all said and done, I realized getting older is not that bad. It's just a number, right?&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/8696400-1352564800433744425?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1352564800433744425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=1352564800433744425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1352564800433744425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1352564800433744425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-week.html' title='A Birthday Week'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SHjRmvA8vCI/AAAAAAAADQ0/tfCDJX6KD64/s72-c/foodday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-4466047256144768168</id><published>2008-07-10T19:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:51:36.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SHagef9ndJI/AAAAAAAADQM/6XFQ56GYIvY/s1600-h/cupcake%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221537263819125906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SHagef9ndJI/AAAAAAAADQM/6XFQ56GYIvY/s320/cupcake%5B1%5D.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/8696400-4466047256144768168?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4466047256144768168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=4466047256144768168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4466047256144768168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4466047256144768168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SHagef9ndJI/AAAAAAAADQM/6XFQ56GYIvY/s72-c/cupcake%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-5261852180072432136</id><published>2008-07-06T10:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:07:06.133-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collections'/><title type='text'>A Lady in My Life</title><content type='html'>I have a new lady in my life. I have named her Scarlett. Not sure what her real name is so Scarlett will have to do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scarlett is a glimpse in my childhood and when I saw her sitting there in the cousin's curio cabinet I just knew I had to have her. Now that I have her sitting out proudly in my living room I don't want her to be alone. I am on the lookout for another lady to join her...maybe Melanie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SHDeQt3mROI/AAAAAAAADPg/AFIMBS2EmK0/s1600-h/100_1882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219916346894468322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SHDeQt3mROI/AAAAAAAADPg/AFIMBS2EmK0/s320/100_1882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little lady is actually what is called a head vase. They were made in Japan back after WWII and then they made their way into American homes by way of florists. In the top of the hat, or head as it may be, there is a hole. &lt;em&gt;(No comments about &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; women having holes in their heads, please)&lt;/em&gt; In this hole, florists filled with dirt and flowers, and Americans would sit these planters or vases out for all to see. Once the flower died of course they could still be used for decoration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandmother most have received a lot of flowers in the 40's and 50's because I remember her having at least 10 of these ladies sitting on a shelf in her kitchen, peering down at me while I sat the looking up at these strange mysterious women. It was kind of freaky... Plus she had more gazing at me from the living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to today (&lt;em&gt;and like most of the things in my grandmother's home that no one knows what happened to after she passed)&lt;/em&gt;,these little ladies are collectors items. Hell, they have their own convention!! And their very own web site called &lt;a href="http://www.headvasemuseum.com/"&gt;HEAD VASE MUSEUM&lt;/a&gt;. These ladies can be found all over the country in garage sales, vintage sales, and flea markets. But bring your pocketbook, because these little ladies like to drain the wallet dry, they will suck the numbers right off your credit card. Some of these women can go for as high as $2,500. Now don't come running over to my house and try to steal Scarlett, thinking she will bring you that much. At last check she was only worth about $250, so HANDS OFF MY LADY! Needless to say I will be collecting these ladies, along with my vintage movie posters and Wizard of Oz Memorabilia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my birthday coming up in about 4 days (hint hint) I know a great gift....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-5261852180072432136?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5261852180072432136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=5261852180072432136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5261852180072432136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5261852180072432136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/07/lady-in-my-life.html' title='A Lady in My Life'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SHDeQt3mROI/AAAAAAAADPg/AFIMBS2EmK0/s72-c/100_1882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-2168602069395156338</id><published>2008-07-05T11:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:38:29.296-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coming Out'/><title type='text'>When I Knew</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, in between the cat waking me up in the morning standing on my chest meowing, the neighborhoods illegal fireworks waking me up from my late evening nap, and early this morning when I finally laid my head down and settled in for the night, I came across a very interesting little TV Show on Cinemax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wheniknew.com/"&gt;When I Knew&lt;/a&gt;. This show is based on the HBO documentary film by Fenton Bailey and Randy Barbato, in association with &lt;a href="http://www.cinemax.com/reel-life"&gt;Cinemax Reel Life&lt;/a&gt;, and based on the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/When-I-Knew-Robert-Trachtenberg/dp/B000GH2YK6/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1200950332&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;book by Robert Trachtenberg&lt;/a&gt;. It is a collage of random people and asks them just one question...When did you know? They each then relate how they first realized that they were gay. I think it was a great show and for those that would watch it, they can begin to understand the angst, guilt, excitement and oh so many more emotions one feels when they realize that they are different than those around them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me stop and think about when did I know? To be honest I can not remember a time when I didn't know, know that at least I was different than the other boys. But I think the first realization came on the playground in 2nd grade. I was at a new school and didn't know anyone and it was recess. The time for all the kids to go out and let their frustrations out for having to sit in a classroom with a really boring teacher. Being new, of course I was the last one picked to play softball with the boys. (The teacher split the boys from the girls by the way, sending the boys to the baseball field and the girls remained closer to the building playing hopscotch). I was the third to bat, and I had no idea what to do. I stood there with this huge piece of wood in my hand, (no pun intended) while I waited for this really cute boy in front of me to wing this softball at my head. He did just that. Hit me right in the head. After the teacher checked me over to make sure I was okay she looked at me and smiled and said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SG-UFtX-yyI/AAAAAAAADO8/lmSLYpob-Zs/s1600-h/hopscotch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219553318946130722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="260" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SG-UFtX-yyI/AAAAAAAADO8/lmSLYpob-Zs/s320/hopscotch.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Maybe you should go over with the girls and play jacks or hopscotch."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which I did, and continued to do so every day afterwards for the rest of my grade school experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway watch the show, I think you will enjoy listening to the stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-2168602069395156338?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2168602069395156338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=2168602069395156338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2168602069395156338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2168602069395156338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-i-knew.html' title='When I Knew'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SG-UFtX-yyI/AAAAAAAADO8/lmSLYpob-Zs/s72-c/hopscotch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-177699251696085292</id><published>2008-07-04T16:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:54:15.767-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>America's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday America!!!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SG6N3BfhU_I/AAAAAAAADOs/FhsEMQ1DOQs/s1600-h/July4Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219264994601948146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SG6N3BfhU_I/AAAAAAAADOs/FhsEMQ1DOQs/s320/July4Poster.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/8696400-177699251696085292?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/177699251696085292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=177699251696085292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/177699251696085292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/177699251696085292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/07/americas-birthday.html' title='America&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SG6N3BfhU_I/AAAAAAAADOs/FhsEMQ1DOQs/s72-c/July4Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-1906053866939285311</id><published>2008-06-27T19:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:50:26.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SG6MRcwyUNI/AAAAAAAADOk/p8RQ1lvOXCU/s1600-h/00617670_detail_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219263249575465170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SG6MRcwyUNI/AAAAAAAADOk/p8RQ1lvOXCU/s320/00617670_detail_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just going to be another day. A day like all the rest. I got up, took my shower and scambled to get ready for work. I took the same route I take everyday and see all the same sights I see day in and day out...and then it happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day suddenly became different. I stopped at red light and she was there on the corner. I sat waiting for the red light to turn green but it didn't happen soon enough, she was now coming towards my car. I started to roll up my window but it was too late she was talking to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey...can I have a smoke?" Her hair had not been washed in quite sometime and her clothes were about in the same condition. They didn't fit around her "round" torso and her belly button looked like it had just exploded from underneath the dirty,(what used to be white) T-Shirt. She had on no under garmets, at least not under the T-shirt, that was obvious. I replied...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, I don't smoke"... I lied and glanced over to the pack of cigarettes that lay on the car seat next to me. This did not deter her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So how about some money?" I couldn't believe this, she was now resting her arm on my car window!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, just go on the light is going to turn green." I said with what I knew was a disgusted look on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How about a ride then honey..." The light turned green I rlled up my window and went through the intersection leaving her standing in the middle of the road. I looked in the rear view mirror just in time to see her giving me the international sign for...well you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No this was NOT going to be just another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-1906053866939285311?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1906053866939285311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=1906053866939285311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1906053866939285311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1906053866939285311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SG6MRcwyUNI/AAAAAAAADOk/p8RQ1lvOXCU/s72-c/00617670_detail_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-5357631502815512508</id><published>2008-06-15T10:30:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:00:46.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandkids'/><title type='text'>Fathers</title><content type='html'>I try to think that I am a good father. I've done the best I could do, anyway. My kids are all almost grown now, out on their own. Two of them are parents themselves now, trying to be good parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was at my gradson's 2nd birthday party, and I watched the fathers there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SFUq0AOc9tI/AAAAAAAADN8/NXOtdlayeyc/s1600-h/100_1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212119216653399762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SFUq0AOc9tI/AAAAAAAADN8/NXOtdlayeyc/s320/100_1835.JPG" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I watched my son, with his son. He was patient, understanding and playful with him in a way I don't remember being with my own sons. At least not that I remember. I mean I was patient most of the time, and extremely understanding and I played with my kids, but for some reason it seemed different watching my son do those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SFUrBpihgEI/AAAAAAAADOE/8N2F7J5R9cE/s1600-h/100_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212119451081736258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SFUrBpihgEI/AAAAAAAADOE/8N2F7J5R9cE/s320/100_1826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also watched my own father who was there. 69 years old and he still expects a hug and a "I love you" before we leave him. Adoring to my mother (who happened to be having her own birthday as well) He took time out of the festivities to take a look at my sons car to help him with air-conditioning, as his words were "You better not drive around in that hot car with no air, with that baby!" Always the father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SFUrbv1Z8mI/AAAAAAAADOM/bnYGoG3IOo4/s1600-h/100_1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212119899448144482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SFUrbv1Z8mI/AAAAAAAADOM/bnYGoG3IOo4/s320/100_1836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I watched others as they were there with their children and step-children. Then I looked over at DJ. There he sat on the floor with my grandson, opening all of his toys, taking them out of the boxes and putting them together as my grandson hands him the boxes and says "opnit". I looked at him with admiration and respect. He was enjoying being in the midst of the chaos, and helping the little guy put the toys together so he could play with them. He too was being fatherly and thinking of Rylan first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something very special happened in that moment as I watched him play with my grandson and watched Rylan's eyes at "Nad" (that is what he calls Dan, he says his words backwards.)  I realized not only what a great person, and great man he is, but also what a great dad he is to my own children and grandchildren.  Something else happened yesterday that also made me realize how others see Dan in our family.  My daughter-in-law was making introductions as there was family members from her side of the family as well.  She introduced Dan as... "Joe's dad's husband, Dan"  It sounded a little funny at first, but her saying it and introducing him that way, it really made him part of the family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fathers Day is a special day and not just because I am a father. It can show us not just who the fathers are, but it also shows is the DADS. Anyone can be a father, just a few moments of pleasure and a child can be conceived and you become a father, but it takes a real man to be a Daddy. And you also don't have to be a natural father to be a Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Daddy's Day!&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/8696400-5357631502815512508?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5357631502815512508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=5357631502815512508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5357631502815512508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5357631502815512508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers.html' title='Fathers'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SFUq0AOc9tI/AAAAAAAADN8/NXOtdlayeyc/s72-c/100_1835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-5303717504498937837</id><published>2008-06-14T13:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:21:02.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandkids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Birthday Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SFP9mgP-HZI/AAAAAAAADN0/Q0CprcS8Abk/s1600-h/birthday+candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211788031731572114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SFP9mgP-HZI/AAAAAAAADN0/Q0CprcS8Abk/s320/birthday+candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family has a full month in June of Birthdays. Today is my mother's 70th Birthday. We will be celebrating this special day with her next Saturday with a big surprise birthday party. She doesn't ready my blog so I am not giving anything away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my grandson will turn two. We are having a little celebration planned this afternoon for the little birthday boy. I am sure I will have pictures to post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many cousins, aunts and other family members celebrate their birthday in June as well. Leads me to believe that many in my family were busy people in the month of September!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to all in June. (Pictures of the festivities will soon follow!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-5303717504498937837?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5303717504498937837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=5303717504498937837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5303717504498937837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5303717504498937837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-month.html' title='Birthday Month'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SFP9mgP-HZI/AAAAAAAADN0/Q0CprcS8Abk/s72-c/birthday+candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-5702015881919357816</id><published>2008-06-06T21:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T01:25:50.574-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Getting Stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SEobxXfHZ7I/AAAAAAAADNY/qDhcYd1GrN0/s1600-h/couple3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209006453939464114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SEobxXfHZ7I/AAAAAAAADNY/qDhcYd1GrN0/s320/couple3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a very emotional week in our home. So much has transpired that it just seemed to crawl by. Or it may be the fact it was the week after vacation! Anyway, this week was hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going into the reasons why it was hard, but let me say that after this week I take nothing for granted. Especially my relationship with DJ. Things happen inrelationships that either make you stronger, or tear you apart. This week DJ and I became much stronger. I realize that what I have is precious and true. I also know that love can be unconditional, because he has shown me that in a way I have never seen before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to get all mushy and sentimental, but I do want to say if you are with the one you love, cherish it. Work with it, keep it fresh and alive. Commit yourself to it because you may never get another chance. Relationships are not easy, even the ones that seem unbreakable. They take work, respect, honesty and most of all real love. Our relationship has always been strong, but I know we have to work every day to make it stronger. The forces of life are out there and many times we loose sight of the one we love the most, but after this week I plan to keep my eyes and heart focused on the most important man in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you DJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-5702015881919357816?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5702015881919357816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=5702015881919357816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5702015881919357816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5702015881919357816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-stronger.html' title='Getting Stronger'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SEobxXfHZ7I/AAAAAAAADNY/qDhcYd1GrN0/s72-c/couple3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-4326833586152884135</id><published>2008-06-05T19:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T01:07:44.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SEoQWw70shI/AAAAAAAADNQ/3I0MTtBRQnA/s1600-h/graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208993902286385682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SEoQWw70shI/AAAAAAAADNQ/3I0MTtBRQnA/s320/graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece graduates today. Really hard to believe that she could be old enough to graduate High School and will be starting college in the fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time has come and gone it seems.  You realize it when events happen in the lives of you family.  As I was pondering my niece's big day I realized something else.  She is graduating 30 years from my high school graduation, to the day!  Talk about life getting away from you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, 30 years ago today I was starting my life as an adult and entering a whole new world.  I decided while thinking about this to find my Senior Memories Book...and boy what a story it tells!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think back with me, those of you that can...to 1978.  According to my memory book these were the prices of some things in '78;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Gallon of Milk : $1.29 / Loaf of Bread .79 cents / Prom Tickets: $45 a couple / Dozen Eggs: .87 cents / A newly built home: $65,500.00 and the most amazing...a gallon of gas: .63 cents for regular and .72 cents for unleaded!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also wrote the answers to these questions:  Where do you hope to be in five years, ten years, 20 years (It went no further than that, I guess at 18 30 years seemed way too long to think about)  but my answers were as follows:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 years: graduated from college and living on my own and possible married (in reality I dropped out of college, got married at 20, had my first child at 21 and the second was on the way by my 5th year reunion)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 years: Married with children, working in my own business and hopefully successful (in reality I was married with two kids, I was laid off in September of 1988 and we were living north of Dayton, Ohio and I was working part-time in bakery making doughnuts...I'm not lying!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20 years:  Who knows!  (Yeah that was my answer but 20 years after graduation I was divorced, had four kids and had came out of the closet and was living with my parents again, and working for a mortgage company, and then later that year started working for a Law firm in downtown Cincinnati)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, it is amazing how time flies.  Now 30 years after High School graduation, I am in a long lasting (almost 8 years) relationship with the most incredible man I've ever known, I have two grown adult children, two children in the last few years of High School, and three grand kids.  A great job, and a great home.  Yes, things are good.  It took me 30 years, but I think I finally grew up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So to all you High School graduates, I say congrats and remember... you may not get all that you hoped for or all that you wished for, but things always seem to work out for the best.&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/8696400-4326833586152884135?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4326833586152884135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=4326833586152884135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4326833586152884135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4326833586152884135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SEoQWw70shI/AAAAAAAADNQ/3I0MTtBRQnA/s72-c/graduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-3587932679010543810</id><published>2008-05-31T16:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:36:35.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>We're Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SEG0YJMim-I/AAAAAAAADNA/tIBsmAlkruA/s1600-h/istock_000000164831small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206640971095383010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SEG0YJMim-I/AAAAAAAADNA/tIBsmAlkruA/s320/istock_000000164831small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, we are back. You are probably saying... you were gone?? But yes DJ and I were vacationing the past week. And no we do not have any boring vacation pictures to share with you, and no annoying stories to bore you with...well maybe a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We travelled first to Louisville, Ky. for a wedding of a co-worker and went a day early to take in the gay clubs in Louisville. We had not been there ina while, and we had not actually been out to a club in some time. I think we had fun, well at least from what DJ told me, most of the latter part of Friday night is a blur to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the wedding reception on Saturday we stayed in Louisville for a few more days of rest and relaxation. Nothing big, and nothing expensive, just hanging out and eating good food and enjoying one another's company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We returned back home the later part of the week and have been sitting at the computer almost 24 hours a day playing World of Warcraft! We are so boring aren't we? But we both enjoy it and it is something we can do together and not spend any $$! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the party is over and it's back to work on Monday (today for DJ). So as we end the month of May and end our weeks vacation all I can say is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SEG2gDZMBXI/AAAAAAAADNI/-6dWTvrkoLM/s1600-h/hotnaturalguys%252B(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206643306000024946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SEG2gDZMBXI/AAAAAAAADNI/-6dWTvrkoLM/s320/hotnaturalguys%252B(10).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am certainly ready for summer.  How 'bout you?&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/8696400-3587932679010543810?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3587932679010543810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=3587932679010543810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3587932679010543810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3587932679010543810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/05/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SEG0YJMim-I/AAAAAAAADNA/tIBsmAlkruA/s72-c/istock_000000164831small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-7956913022390798312</id><published>2008-05-09T19:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:42:02.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Paris is Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SCTgbiPDm1I/AAAAAAAADM4/rh9max8MVFc/s1600-h/PregnantWomen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198526633543441234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SCTgbiPDm1I/AAAAAAAADM4/rh9max8MVFc/s320/PregnantWomen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No not Paris Hilton, but made ya look didn't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember this post from a few months ago, &lt;a href="http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/02/call-me-daddy.html"&gt;Call me Daddy&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it seems as though there is something at the watercooler at work because everytime I turn around another girl is coming up pregnant! We do not have that many employees in our office, about 170 and there are at least 10 that I can think of that either have recently had a baby, close to having a baby or just found out they are having a baby. It's a baby boom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now think about poor me in this sea of raging hormones! It's crazy. Now on top of it, my dream has come true. The one about where I dreamed Paris had my baby. Well she is with child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No silly goose it's not my baby!! It's her current boyfriend/ex-husbands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes my work wife went and got herself knocked up. But it's all good and her and her man are very happy about this unexpected turn of events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is I hope I never have any dreams about ME being pregnant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-7956913022390798312?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7956913022390798312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=7956913022390798312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7956913022390798312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7956913022390798312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/05/paris-is-pregnant.html' title='Paris is Pregnant'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SCTgbiPDm1I/AAAAAAAADM4/rh9max8MVFc/s72-c/PregnantWomen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-1287923850666796328</id><published>2008-05-07T23:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:30:11.188-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandkids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogitty Blog Blog Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Where Have You Been!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SCPEokUgPhI/AAAAAAAADMg/C9b3GlhxrZ8/s1600-h/SPI_-_Question.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198214596139171346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SCPEokUgPhI/AAAAAAAADMg/C9b3GlhxrZ8/s320/SPI_-_Question.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you asking that? I know it's been way too long since I last posted, but to be honest I haven't had much to post about. I know just anything works, anything I say you will read and enjoy, right? I know better. So I try to post interesting happenings in my life. But when nothing interesting happens, well it's kind of boring. It's okay to think that my life is boring, I do all the time. So where have I been, you ask? (I know you really didn't, just go with me here, okay?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the end of the month of April, DJ and I travelled 2 hours north to Columbus and spent a couple nights with my daughter the princess and her little princesses. Quite an eye opening experience. I forgot how much it takes to take care of two little ones. Hats off to my daughter! How she does it is beyond me. Maybe it was all that training she had helping take care of her two little brothers. We had an enjoyable visit, and was able to bond a little with Alana. She is getting so big. Alyssa slept most of the time, but that is what two month olds normally do. We went to the Columbus Zoo while we were there. A very nice Zoo, I enjoyed the openness that it had. You felt you were right there with the animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to the soaring gas prices it will probably be a while before we make another trip to anywhere though! They hit $3.79 a gallon this week. Luckily I filled up the day before when it was still only $3.49 a gallon, which still cost me almost $50.00 to fill my tank! Incredible. I remember the 1970's during the gas wars, remember those??? We thought gas was high then. They are saying it will be over $4.00 a gallon by summer. I believe it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's all for now. I am not going to make any promises about blogging more, but I will try, but until then ...well just go back to what you were doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-1287923850666796328?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1287923850666796328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=1287923850666796328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1287923850666796328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1287923850666796328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-have-you-been.html' title='Where Have You Been!?'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SCPEokUgPhI/AAAAAAAADMg/C9b3GlhxrZ8/s72-c/SPI_-_Question.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-218372296928425282</id><published>2008-04-25T11:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:21:05.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Dad at Sixty Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SBSZNPwssdI/AAAAAAAADMY/2ui6o3mJcRc/s1600-h/lula+and+carl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193944723113161170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SBSZNPwssdI/AAAAAAAADMY/2ui6o3mJcRc/s320/lula+and+carl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written quite bit lately about my father in my blog. So much could be said about this man, but no one else would probably think it was all that great, but to me he is a great man, who has accomplished great things. Dad was raised the third of six children by a single mother during the 40's &amp;amp; 50's. He was a typical kid and a rebellious teen, having to spend time in a boys school because he refused to attend school. While there he learnt how to apply himself and once he was out he began to work odd jobs here and there. Carpenter work, painting and yard work to name a few. He loved to draw and would spend hours drawing and painting. A passion he continues today. He met my mother when he was 14 and they soon became "a couple". On again, off again they finally married in 1959 when he was 20 years old. They will celebrate their 49th Wedding anniversary in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad in 1940, at the age of one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Even though dad did not have a father most of his own life, he was able to see the importance of being a father. He insisted upon his own children to be honest and responsible. If we were ever caught in a lie, there would be a price to pay. He raised us with love and discipline. This was in the day when parents could actually discipline their children, and as I look back on it now I am thankful for it. I certainly wasn't then, but I realize as a father myself that it wasn't the discipline he handed out that was necessary, but the respect he garnered from it, as it was always done with love and we never had to question his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad worked for over 40 years from the age of 14 to 62, retiring from the local school district as a maintenance engineer in 2001, yet he continues to paint, do small carpenter jobs, and leather working. He stays active by bowling several times a week and sings and works in his church. To this day we all know (all three sons, daughter in laws, significant others, his 8 grandchildren and 3 great grandchildren) that his love is honest and pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute my dad today on this his 69th Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-218372296928425282?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/218372296928425282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=218372296928425282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/218372296928425282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/218372296928425282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/dad-at-sixty-nine.html' title='Dad at Sixty Nine'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SBSZNPwssdI/AAAAAAAADMY/2ui6o3mJcRc/s72-c/lula+and+carl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-5626482503047674517</id><published>2008-04-24T10:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T10:59:38.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SBSUu_wsscI/AAAAAAAADMQ/dGHhg84YGjI/s1600-h/tt_header_jenn_at_enjoying_the_ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193939805375607234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SBSUu_wsscI/AAAAAAAADMQ/dGHhg84YGjI/s320/tt_header_jenn_at_enjoying_the_ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently listed 13 of my favorite movies for Thursday Thirteen, so today I thought I'd take a shot at listing 13 of my favorite books...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRTEEN FAVORITE BOOKS&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;not in any specific order&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) To Kill a Mockingbird ~ Lee Harper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) In Cold Blood ~ Truman Capote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) The Witching Hour ~ Anne Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Interview With a Vampire ~ Anne Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Running With Scissors ~ Augsten Burroughs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Glass Menegarie ~ Tennessee Williams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) The Great Gatsby ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) The Count of Monte Cristo ~ Alexandre Dumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) The Biograph Girl ~ William J. Mann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) The Blackwood Farm ~ Anne Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) Mansfield Park ~ Jane Austen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) The Adventures of Tom Sawyer ~ Mark Twain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) The Last of the Mohicans ~ James Fenimoore Cooper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-5626482503047674517?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5626482503047674517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=5626482503047674517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5626482503047674517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5626482503047674517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/thursday-thirteen-24.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #24'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SBSUu_wsscI/AAAAAAAADMQ/dGHhg84YGjI/s72-c/tt_header_jenn_at_enjoying_the_ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-7517071591474451997</id><published>2008-04-19T12:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:41:30.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><title type='text'>On a Scale of 1 to 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SAobBCm2ssI/AAAAAAAADMA/2JoyWAUcgbQ/s1600-h/gayscale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190991225191576258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SAobBCm2ssI/AAAAAAAADMA/2JoyWAUcgbQ/s320/gayscale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out a very interesting fact yesterday at work. I sometimes act "more gay" than other times. I do not think I am one of those stereotypical, flaming, squeeling, sashsaying homosexuals. Well maybe at one time when I first came out...but now, I really didn't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently though, there are times that I tend to be a little more flamboyant than others. Should I be offended by this? No, the ladies that shared this information are true friends of the gay community and in no way were they being offensive. Maybe trying to be funny in a lame kind of way, but never offensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems to them that earlier in the morning upon my arrival at work I am closer to a 3 or 4 on their "gay scale" which is almost (but Lord please don''t think I'm straight) straight acting. However by noon my "gayness" tends to present itself more outwardly as I move to a 5 or 6 on their "scale" I just thought is was the fact that I had not had my coffee yet, and I am not yet quite awake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also seems to them, that as the week progresses closer and closer to Friday I get more and more "gayer". (As oppossed to more and more straighter??) By Friday at 5:00 I am almost a 10!! Damn !, to be at the top of any scale should be an honor right? Especially a 10!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I pondered this apparent change in my behaviour I decided, maybe I should take a test to see just "HOW GAY" I really am!! Well here are those results...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=1505N" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KINSEY TEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;created with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You scored as KINSEY six&lt;br /&gt;SIX: face it hon, you're as gay as they come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suprised?  I wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really think that I am any more "gayer" in the afternoons than I am in the mornings.  I think it's just that I am more awake, and maybe in a possible better mood at the end of the day than I am in the mornings.  I mean I have NEVER been a morning person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as I think about this scale, I think maybe...just maybe that there should be a scale for everyone.  You know a scale of how heterosexual acting you are, or how more female acting you are or maybe one even better for all those female co workers I am with every day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they should take this test...  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodhousekeeping.co.uk/index.php/v1/How_big_a_bitch_are_you%3F"&gt;HOW BIG A BITCH ARE YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on girls, take the quiz, let me know!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-7517071591474451997?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7517071591474451997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=7517071591474451997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7517071591474451997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7517071591474451997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-scale-of-1-to-10.html' title='On a Scale of 1 to 10'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SAobBCm2ssI/AAAAAAAADMA/2JoyWAUcgbQ/s72-c/gayscale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-4818264593650951448</id><published>2008-04-17T10:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:53:25.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Did You Ever Know that You Were My Hero?</title><content type='html'>My Thursday Thirteen today is in honor of all the heroes out there. Last week in one of the suburbs of Cincinnati, two firefighters gave their lives doing their job. Last week, Matt Maupin, an area hero of the War in Iraq was finally verified as a casualty of war and no longer MIA, this weekend his funeral is taking place in the Great American Ball Park here in Cincy. Some of these people listed below may not have given their lives, but at one time in my life, and some of them still to this day are my idea of heroes...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190980779831112354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SAoRhCm2sqI/AAAAAAAADLw/CE9U46I84R8/s320/superman.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRTEEN PEOPLE THAT HAVE BEEN MY HERO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (in no particular order)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Father:&lt;/strong&gt; So many times in so many ways my father has been my hero throughout my life. even when I thought he knew nothing and I knew everything, Dad was still my hero and still is today. I recall a day as a child he ran across the street to a neighbors house and saved her young son from possible death due to an epileptic seizure, from that day on I looked at my father in a whole different light.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Mother:&lt;/strong&gt; As my father impressed upon me the importance of responsibility and honesty, my mother taught me compassion, sensitivity and love. Her love for my father underpasses anything else I know. Her love for her sons is amazing, and totally unconditional. Her heroic acts may have been subtle and un-noticed by most, but in my book she is one of my greatest heroes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Grandmothers: &lt;/strong&gt;My mother's mom worked all the time. At least it seemed to me. She was a small lady but very large presence in my life. I learnt from her why my own mother was who she was. My father's mother raised 6 children on her own in the days before welfare, child support and government assistance programs. Her husband left when the last child was born. I never heard her complain about her lot in life, or being saddled with six kids. She raised each of them to be strong outstanding adults.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Cousin Gary: &lt;/strong&gt;He wasn't really my cousin, he was my father's cousin, but he was a hero to me. I remember as a small little boy the party we had for him before he was to go off into the army and into Vietnam. He stood so proud in his uniform, and to me was larger than life. He never came back to a welcome home party but like many other young men in the 60's he came home in a flag draped coffin. Gary was a true hero in our family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Grandfather: &lt;/strong&gt;Unfortunately I never realized just how much a hero my mother's father was until I was older. As a kid he was kind of off to the side. There but not in your face or in the forefront. As I grew older and learnt about all that he did and accomplished in his life, his heroism became more and more real to me. A WWII veteran, his ship was sunk in the Pacific Ocean and he was adrift for days and even declared missing in action and possibly dead by the US Navy. Yet, he returned and for the rest of his life would suffer excruciating back problems because of it. But he never complained. Then 6 months before he passed he was diagnosed with bone cancer. His valiant fight with this painful debilitating disease was heroic in it's own right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Childhood Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; I knew him from the age of 8 and it seemed to me he had it all. The perfect home, the perfect family, and as we both grew older he had the perfect car, the handsome face, the nice clothes...the list goes on and on. In those few short years between puberty and High School graduation, he was a hero to me. Now as an adult and a father and grandfather I realize we were probably each other's hero.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Dad's Brother:&lt;/strong&gt; To me, he seemed like the perfect father. I saw the passion he had for his children. I also realized when I got older that he became a father to all his brothers and his sister after his father left them. He was also in the Air Force during Korea and Vietnam, retiring as a young man after 20+ years of faithful service. He continued to work hard and provided well for his family. His battle with diabetes late in life, and loosing a leg was also an indication of the hero he really was.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJ: &lt;/strong&gt;Any one that could put up with me on a daily basis would have to have some kind of heroic abilities!! But seriously, DJ is one of the most enduring, passionate, compassionate, strong and responsible person I have ever known. His love is unconditional and true. A hero every day in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superman:&lt;/strong&gt; What person my age did not have Superman as a hero growing up. I'm not talking about the Dean Cain, Tom Welling Superman, I am talking about the George Reeve Superman of the TV, and the Christopher Reeve Superman of the movies back in the 70's and 80's. TV's George Reeves/Superman to me was my first glimpse of a hero. And what a hero he was. As a teen and young adult Christopher Reeves brought Superman back to life for a whole new generation, then his own battle as a quadriplegic and his fight for research and cure was the true hero in him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Best Friend Silver:&lt;/strong&gt; Many times over the past 13 years I've seen him deal and cope with many issues and trials. He has also seen me do the same. Yet, he always faces his issues with a quiet strong peace. He has the ability to look at issues in the face and be able to see beyond them which allows him to deal with them. Not only that, I think he is one hell of a father to his son. Hats off Silver, a true "gay" hero! Just kidding, but he is a true friend and that is true hero not only to his son, but to me as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Friend Veruca:&lt;/strong&gt; He over came so much from a young child and pushed himself to be the person he is today. Successful, educated, and a believer in dreams that can come true. Even though our paths crossed for a short amount of time considering the length of our lives he impacted my life in a very powerful way. I am so blessed to have been able to have him with me as we both "come out".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Kids: &lt;/strong&gt;Now let's talk about some REAL heroes. These four individuals are truly heroes in my book. My three sons and my beautiful daughter. Against all odds they have rose from the ashes so to speak and are making something of themselves. Yes, dad kind of let them down over the years, but that has not stopped them, and so far they are all four doing quite well becoming adults that a parent can be truly proud of.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myself:&lt;/strong&gt; It has taken me almost 50 years, but finally I have realized that I too am a hero. I love who I am, not in a vain sense, but in a sense of being happy with who I am. A lot has transpired in these 47+ years, but I'm here. A father, grandfather, son, brother, friend and lover. I am proud of who I have become, even though it was not who I had planned to be as a kid ( I wanted to be a psychiatrist!) It is who I am, and I know I have so much more to give. I like who it is that I see every morning when I look in the mirror and I think that in itself takes a heroic amount of work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, who were or are some of your heroes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-4818264593650951448?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4818264593650951448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=4818264593650951448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4818264593650951448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4818264593650951448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/did-you-ever-know-that-you-were-my-hero.html' title='Did You Ever Know that You Were My Hero?'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SAoRhCm2sqI/AAAAAAAADLw/CE9U46I84R8/s72-c/superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-1841104044036934155</id><published>2008-04-15T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T18:50:43.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogitty Blog Blog Blog'/><title type='text'>Tuesdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SAaCg6rHK-I/AAAAAAAADLU/YugQMnTPR0A/s1600-h/tuesdays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189979122608581602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SAaCg6rHK-I/AAAAAAAADLU/YugQMnTPR0A/s320/tuesdays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my life. Really, I do. Sure I have regrets and some days I wish I could do over. Some days I wish I'd never gotten out of bed, but most of the time there is really no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; day of the week that I loathe as some do Mondays. Except...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesdays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesdays, you say? Yes. Tuesdays. I mean seriously what is there to look forward to on Tuesdays? Let's take a look at the days of the work week first. Of course there is the dreaded Monday. Back to work, school,... whatever. But honestly, is it really all that bad? I mean you've had the weekend to frolic and do what it is you do. Family outings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crotchet&lt;/span&gt;, whatever... then it's back to the same ole same ole shit come Monday. But you've had the weekend. You should be ready, rested and set to go! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Excited&lt;/span&gt; to start your mundane week. Then there is Tuesdays...we will come back to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, it's hump day, you made it through Monday and Tuesday and now it's all downhill from here. You can celebrate with your friends with a chain e-mail that you've reached hump day! Two days left to work and you are looking forward to that overnight you have scheduled with all your girlfriends. (Or boyfriends, whatever the case may be) You have a goal and you see yourself getting closer to it on Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday..it's almost over, Friday is just in sight! One more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laboriously&lt;/span&gt; long dull day and it will soon be FRIDAY!! Then there is Friday! The biggest day of the work week. This is it, you've made it and now it's time to head to the local pub after work and enjoy happy hour and talk about that knitting class you have in the morning!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there is the fabulous WEEKEND!! WOO! It is YOUR time. Do what you want, when you want and who you want to do it with. None of this having to go to lunch where you don't want to because the co-workers can't eat McDonald's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they all think they are so health conscience that just thinking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt; makes them want to revert back to their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bulimic&lt;/span&gt; ways. Hell it's the weekend baby, you can have McDonald's for breakfast lunch and dinner...both days if you want. Chances are you'll see that same co-worker in there munching down on her Quarter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pounder&lt;/span&gt; with cheese and scarfing a large chocolate shake with her 5 kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the weekend is over and its back to Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now look at Tuesday. What do you get? The weekend is over, you have exerted all of your left over energy from the weekend into getting through Monday, so you are tired, cranky and probably just got your period...or missed your period whichever the case may be. Your boss, who also is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; about his glorious fun filled weekend at the Tractor Pull, is now constipated from all the tacos he ate and blames you. It's not hump day, it's three days before Friday and the start of the next weekend excursion to the Golden Corral... it's Tuesday! And to top it off, this Tuesday happens to be TAX day!! So there you have it. Why I hate Tuesdays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is one redeeming quality about Tuesdays. Kids eat free at Gold Star &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chili&lt;/span&gt;, but what the hell good is that if you don't have kids??? God I hate Tuesdays!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-1841104044036934155?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1841104044036934155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=1841104044036934155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1841104044036934155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1841104044036934155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/tuesdays.html' title='Tuesdays'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SAaCg6rHK-I/AAAAAAAADLU/YugQMnTPR0A/s72-c/tuesdays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-2765138840446825622</id><published>2008-04-10T12:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T12:24:28.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SADiFFphTqI/AAAAAAAADK0/sTarlnY_UIo/s1600-h/TTwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188395347774361250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SADiFFphTqI/AAAAAAAADK0/sTarlnY_UIo/s320/TTwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my younger brother's 43rd birthday. Over the years we have had our issues and disagreements, but now that we are both grown men with grown children we seem to understand one another a bit better, so for my Thursday 13 today, in honor of my kid brother I give you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirteen Redeeming Qualities of my Younger Brother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) He is a true family man, loving his wife and children with a passion that far exceeds most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) His convictions, whether I agree with them or not, are strong and unwavering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Steadfast. You don't have to second guess him, he is always the same no matter where he is or whatever the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Hardworking. He has made a good life for himself and family and works hard for the things he has obtained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Honest. Brutally honest. Sometimes his honesty pricks your heart, but again there is no second guessing, you know how he feels on a subject and he will let you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) He loves our parents with the same passion and compassion as he does his wife and children. He recognizes that who he is , is a reflection of the two parents that raised us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Thoughtful. There is never been a year as adults that he has not called me on my birthday and wished me a happy birthday. Even when we were not as close, he never forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Courageous. During his recent bouts with cancer he has faced it head on with a strong conviction that all things happen for a reason and he will face it regardless of the outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) I have to admit he is a handsome guy...maybe not as handsome as myself, but handsome nonetheless... we do look alike I may add&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Persistent. He never gives up. Even as a kid he persisted in everything, never willing to admit failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) Even though he is a man's man, a true rugged persona, he has a sensitive quality that is both redeeming and sincere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) Funny, he has a side of him that is very funny. His sense of humour is great and honest as he is. I see a lot of my father in him, and that is a great thing, trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) A true brother. Even when we were at odds with one another, and even when he turned away due to not understanding my "lifestyle choice" as he called it, I never questioned his loyalty to me as my brother. I knew that if it came down to it and I needed him, he'd be there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Brother, hope it's a good one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-2765138840446825622?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2765138840446825622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=2765138840446825622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2765138840446825622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2765138840446825622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/thursday-thirteen-22.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #22'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/SADiFFphTqI/AAAAAAAADK0/sTarlnY_UIo/s72-c/TTwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-6701800722308202402</id><published>2008-04-05T08:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:56:27.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogitty Blog Blog Blog'/><title type='text'>Office Saftey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R_d21DFWlhI/AAAAAAAADKU/XfuO09O4uzE/s1600-h/OccMed9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185744149673317906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R_d21DFWlhI/AAAAAAAADKU/XfuO09O4uzE/s320/OccMed9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many people get hurt at work each year? I'd say the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;number&lt;/span&gt; is staggering. In 2006 the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bureau&lt;/span&gt; of Labor Statistics recorded 4.1 million work-related non-fatal injuries! That's a lot. They even break it down by demographics, gender and job title. Professional and Business Services, which is the category I would fall into accounted for 21.2 % of that 4.1 million number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does one get hurt at work in an office? Well, let me tell you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not pen related, nor is it over exposure to the copy machine or the coffee machine. It's not even related to cubicle depression. But if any one is going to get hurt at work in an office &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;, it would be me of course. I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt; about carpal tunnel syndrome, which is the #1 related injury for office workers, I'm talking about full on open wound, ER treated accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday as I was removing a file from my Attorney's office, the file divider that it was placed in slipped and fell. As I tried to catch those files from falling onto the floor and scattering legal documents from one end of the office to the other, the metal file divider came in between my index and second finger, slicing a nice piece of flesh. I now have five stitches in my right hand between those two digits. Not too much pain yesterday, but today...well let's just say this post is taking me a while to type. But one of my avid readers insisted I update my blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am now included in that numbers for work related injuries for 2008. Hey at least I belong to something now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-6701800722308202402?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6701800722308202402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=6701800722308202402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6701800722308202402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6701800722308202402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/office-saftey.html' title='Office Saftey'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R_d21DFWlhI/AAAAAAAADKU/XfuO09O4uzE/s72-c/OccMed9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-6247067176209613622</id><published>2008-03-22T13:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:21:07.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>The Tudors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love my cable TV!! For a long time we never had cable. No reason, we just seldom watched TV, but since moving into our new place in October we decided it was time to invest in having good television. And what an eye opening experience. I love Showtime! Between Dexter and Tudors, I'm not sure what I love the best. But the real reason I love these shows besides the great acting talents of the stars, the mind blowing plots and the expansive sets and fabulous cinematography are their stars!! Of course the male stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have JONATHAN RHYS MEYERS who stars as the lead, Henry the VIII in The Tudors. Albeit he is hot and there is just something very sexual about him, but MICHAEL C. HALL as the serial killer/crime scene blood expert Dexter is just hotter. It may be due to the locale of the story, but he is much hotter in this show than he was on HBO's Six Feet Under! But the main reason Tudors win me over is this guy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R-U_ozFWlAI/AAAAAAAADJM/kojD8nIh9Xo/s1600-h/cavill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180616916499600386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R-U_ozFWlAI/AAAAAAAADJM/kojD8nIh9Xo/s320/cavill2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Henry Cavill...Mercy me!! I first became aware of this hot actor in The Count of Monte Cristo, but my how he has grown up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if season one is any indication on how we will get to experience life in the King's Court through his escapades... well tune in next Sunday at 9:00 p.m. for the first episode of the Second Season and see what I'm talking about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-6247067176209613622?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6247067176209613622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=6247067176209613622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6247067176209613622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/6247067176209613622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/03/tudors.html' title='The Tudors'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R-U_ozFWlAI/AAAAAAAADJM/kojD8nIh9Xo/s72-c/cavill2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-5931557213287919409</id><published>2008-03-20T12:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:00:23.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandkids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R-U4ZjFWk-I/AAAAAAAADI8/NpBXdX98AMA/s1600-h/tt_minimal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180608957925200866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R-U4ZjFWk-I/AAAAAAAADI8/NpBXdX98AMA/s320/tt_minimal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honor of my new Grand-Daughter Alyssa;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thirteen Things I Had Forgotten About a New Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) They sleep A LOT! But only during the day of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) They SHIT A LOT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) They are really not smiling at you, that is gas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) You really should not push on that soft spot in their heads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) They do not understand baby talk any more than the rest of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) When crying, they really don't care who you are as long as you are giving them the bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) They really do know the sound of mommy's voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) The terrible twos are just around the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) No, they don't look like grandpa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) The whole navel thing!! I completely forgot about that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) Toys do not interest them, at least not yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) They are so tiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) There is noting more precious than holding a newborn in your arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-5931557213287919409?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5931557213287919409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=5931557213287919409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5931557213287919409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5931557213287919409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/03/thursday-thirteen-21.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #21'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R-U4ZjFWk-I/AAAAAAAADI8/NpBXdX98AMA/s72-c/tt_minimal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-7551084417091947053</id><published>2008-03-17T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:37:25.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Patricks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R-U1NDFWk9I/AAAAAAAADI0/Vyb9D2ZNTl8/s1600-h/shamrocks_fall_hg_wht.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180605444641952722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R-U1NDFWk9I/AAAAAAAADI0/Vyb9D2ZNTl8/s320/shamrocks_fall_hg_wht.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the lack of posts, but busy times lately. Busy at work, busy with family, just busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I did take some time out tonight to celebrate St. Patty's Day with "midget". We went to a friendly neighborhood bar and then to dinner.  Some quality time with a quality person.  And no, we didn't have any green beer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-7551084417091947053?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7551084417091947053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=7551084417091947053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7551084417091947053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7551084417091947053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-st-patricks.html' title='Happy St. Patricks!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R-U1NDFWk9I/AAAAAAAADI0/Vyb9D2ZNTl8/s72-c/shamrocks_fall_hg_wht.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-7957674217358871314</id><published>2008-03-13T01:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:14:42.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R9ysdgd96WI/AAAAAAAADIo/HLW2uAatZo0/s1600-h/tt_minimal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178203294501038434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R9ysdgd96WI/AAAAAAAADIo/HLW2uAatZo0/s320/tt_minimal1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R9ysBQd96VI/AAAAAAAADIg/7rNQC3SVtUY/s1600-h/tt_minimal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRTEEN MOVIES I'VE WATCHED MORE THAN 13 TIMES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Wizard of Oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Godfather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Godfather 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Star Wars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Imitation of Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. All About Eve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Stargate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Trick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. 10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Back to the Future 1 &amp;amp; 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Giant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-7957674217358871314?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7957674217358871314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=7957674217358871314&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7957674217358871314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/7957674217358871314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/03/thursday-thirteen-20.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #20'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R9ysdgd96WI/AAAAAAAADIo/HLW2uAatZo0/s72-c/tt_minimal1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-1746169052563837929</id><published>2008-03-08T16:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:39:14.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Snowbound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R9MHCAd96QI/AAAAAAAADIA/CuNi3coSC8Y/s1600-h/100_1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175488127845656834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R9MHCAd96QI/AAAAAAAADIA/CuNi3coSC8Y/s320/100_1753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well no one seemed to listen to my blog post a few days back in regards to I was over winter! It all started Friday morning and by Friday night we had about 8-9 inches on the ground and by this morning we had over 12 inches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say 12 inches of snow is not as good as 12 inches of other things!! I left work Friday at 11:00 and what takes a 40 minute commute, took me over an hour and a half. The city was immobilized for a few hours, but as you can see from this picture, some people are out driving in this mess. Our road was finally plowed a little while ago, but we are unable to get our cars out of the parking lot, as they plowed snow in behind them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were under a Blizzard warning most of the night and early morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it still was not as bad as the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Blizzard_of_1978"&gt;Great Blizzard of 1978&lt;/a&gt;. Now that was a Blizzard!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-1746169052563837929?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1746169052563837929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=1746169052563837929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1746169052563837929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1746169052563837929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/03/snowbound.html' title='Snowbound'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R9MHCAd96QI/AAAAAAAADIA/CuNi3coSC8Y/s72-c/100_1753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-2788386126570516600</id><published>2008-03-03T18:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:54:46.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Headlines'/><title type='text'>Time for a Change</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is election day here in Ohio and over the entire state men, women and some new voters who have just turned 18 will be casting their votes tomorrow for a plethera of causes, levies, council members and yes even who they want to run for President of the United States come November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you that read my blog know I do not (or at least not very often) use my blog for a political stand, but I want you t listen to this video from Ellen Degeneres. Regardless of how you feel about her or her own political views, I think her point is clear and very important. Before you cast your vote tomorrow and if you feel that every person is entitled to the same rights as every other person in this wonderful country, which is to live without fear, make sure the person you are voting for truly has those same beliefs. Please. We should not lose anymore of our young boys or girls due to hate brought on by ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QcMEL3_YsVI&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QcMEL3_YsVI&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8696400-2788386126570516600?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2788386126570516600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=2788386126570516600&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2788386126570516600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2788386126570516600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a Change'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-4291379839660541528</id><published>2008-02-28T14:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:28:11.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8r_MYhBa4I/AAAAAAAADGg/kglAFrc4eVs/s1600-h/thursdaythirteen300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173227710192905090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="89" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8r_MYhBa4I/AAAAAAAADGg/kglAFrc4eVs/s320/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN REASONS WINTER SHOULD BE OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Windchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Flu Season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Winter coats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Heat Bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Gray skys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Coughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Sleet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Driving to work in snow, sleet and ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Scrapping ice off the windshield&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-4291379839660541528?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4291379839660541528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=4291379839660541528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4291379839660541528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4291379839660541528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/02/thursday-thirteen-19.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #19'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8r_MYhBa4I/AAAAAAAADGg/kglAFrc4eVs/s72-c/thursdaythirteen300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-1354484293526222521</id><published>2008-02-27T22:55:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:15:40.219-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandkids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Call Me Grandpa!</title><content type='html'>I am a grandfather again. Tonight at 8:22 p.m. my daughter gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Alyssa Brooke. She weighed 6lbs. and 9.6ozs. and was 19 inches long with big beautiful eyes and dark curly hair. I will have more pictures in the coming days I am sure!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8YxnbJcmMI/AAAAAAAADD8/XERgWbfhLH0/s1600-h/100_1740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171875775453632706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8YxnbJcmMI/AAAAAAAADD8/XERgWbfhLH0/s320/100_1740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8Yx2LJcmNI/AAAAAAAADEE/Sc_W2thuwUI/s1600-h/100_1746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171876028856703186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8Yx2LJcmNI/AAAAAAAADEE/Sc_W2thuwUI/s320/100_1746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-1354484293526222521?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1354484293526222521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=1354484293526222521&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1354484293526222521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/1354484293526222521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/02/call-me-grandpa.html' title='Call Me Grandpa!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8YxnbJcmMI/AAAAAAAADD8/XERgWbfhLH0/s72-c/100_1740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-948195311160483328</id><published>2008-02-26T19:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:51:12.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogitty Blog Blog Blog'/><title type='text'>Call Me Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No, this is not a posting about the 20 year age difference between DJ and I and how I'm his big gay daddy. Actually we have never even thought of ourselves as that way...well except that one time we went camping and the people camping next to us thought I WAS his daddy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is even more entertaining than talking gay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stereotypes&lt;/span&gt;. I came into work today and was immediately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accosted&lt;/span&gt; by my beautiful "work wife", Paris. (Not her real name, but Paris is her hero) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I need to talk to you..." She says with that I've been up to no good look in her eye, and that smile that could melt a thousand hearts. Did I really want to hear this? Before my first cup of coffee? Okay I took the plunge... "what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I had a dream about you last night. And I'm not sure what this means, but... we had a baby together!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT, I was not expecting. "Really, and what was it, I mean sex wise?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A girl, and we named her Matilda." The cubicle partner of Paris overhears the conversation and chimes in... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; If you two had a kid, it would have to be gay." What gay men can't have straight children? I hate to kill another gay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stereotype&lt;/span&gt;, but I have four children, and they are all straight. Well not any of them have came out if they are gay, and with a gay dad, you'd think they'd be pretty open about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me a Dad?? That is really scary. And even though Paris is an extraordinary and amazing woman in order for us to have a child we would have had to... well let's not think of that. She did say however that the dream was only about the birth process and not the conception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8TByZxY3WI/AAAAAAAADDs/UPs66VuAEtA/s1600-h/Imagebaby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171471343783828834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8TByZxY3WI/AAAAAAAADDs/UPs66VuAEtA/s200/Imagebaby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Paris and I have a child, our darling little Matilda, that we will call Mattie. I ask you, as Paris asked me... Just what does this mean??&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/8696400-948195311160483328?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/948195311160483328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=948195311160483328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/948195311160483328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/948195311160483328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/02/call-me-daddy.html' title='Call Me Daddy!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8TByZxY3WI/AAAAAAAADDs/UPs66VuAEtA/s72-c/Imagebaby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-3390840127599463448</id><published>2008-02-26T01:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T01:49:34.578-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in My Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogitty Blog Blog Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Late Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8O2dpxY3VI/AAAAAAAADDk/EMY3rx7b3qk/s1600-h/BellWitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171177417696927058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8O2dpxY3VI/AAAAAAAADDk/EMY3rx7b3qk/s320/BellWitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the Oscar's are over I will return to my regularly scheduled programing. Sorry but I am an Oscar addict. I know way too much useless information about the Academy Awards. But anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still awake and it is almost 2:00 a.m. I can not sleep tonight. I tried but it just will not come. So I decided to play WoW (World of Warcraft). Now that DJ and I both have a computer I seem to playing more often. It is so much more fun playing with him. Sleep just will not seem to hit me tonight. I suppose I have a lot on my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend was not long enough. Went out Saturday night to celebrate DJ's Birthday (Which is Wednesday, which is now tomorrow) with some of his co-workers. Had a really good time, even though most of his friends are at least 15 years younger than I am. But when your partner is 20 years younger, that tends to happen. hey, it keeps me young! At least in my mind, now my body is a different story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I will have news!! My new grand-daughter will arrive Wednesday at around 6:00 p.m. What happened to the good ole days when the sex of your child was a surprise as well as the date and time of their arrival? I will be sure to upload new pictures. As it stands right now she will be named Alyssa, but we will see if that remains once she arrives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the late night is coming to an end, I MUST get to bed, 6:15 will come awful early....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-3390840127599463448?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3390840127599463448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=3390840127599463448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3390840127599463448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3390840127599463448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/02/late-night.html' title='Late Night'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8O2dpxY3VI/AAAAAAAADDk/EMY3rx7b3qk/s72-c/BellWitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-3823062695880953311</id><published>2008-02-25T00:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:18:41.387-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Best Picture 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8JPp5xY3QI/AAAAAAAADDU/974t6Sx761U/s1600-h/academyAward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170782903475952898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8JPp5xY3QI/AAAAAAAADDU/974t6Sx761U/s320/academyAward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN.&lt;br /&gt;See all the results over at &lt;a href="http://oscarataglance.wordpress.com/"&gt;Oscar at a Glance.&lt;/a&gt; Where I did a live blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just check them out right here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Costume Design: "Elizabeth: The Golden Age"&lt;br /&gt;Best Animated Feature Film: "Ratatouille"&lt;br /&gt;Best Makeup: "La Vie en Rose"&lt;br /&gt;Best Visual Effects: "The Golden Compass"&lt;br /&gt;Best Art Direction: "Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street"&lt;br /&gt;Best Supporting Actor: Javier Bardem, "No Country for Old Men"&lt;br /&gt;Best Short Film - Live Action: "The Mozart of Pickpockets"&lt;br /&gt;Best Short Film - Animated: "Peter &amp;amp; the Wolf"&lt;br /&gt;Best Supporting Actress: Tilda Swinton, "Michael Clayton"&lt;br /&gt;Best Adapted Screenplay: "No Country for Old Men"&lt;br /&gt;Best Sound Editing: "The Bourne Ultimatum"&lt;br /&gt;Best Sound Mixing: "The Bourne Ultimatum"&lt;br /&gt;Best Actress: Marion Cotillard, "La Vie en Rose"&lt;br /&gt;Best Film Editing: "The Bourne Ultimatum"&lt;br /&gt;Best Foreign Language Film: "The Counterfeiters"&lt;br /&gt;Best Music - Original Song: "Once"&lt;br /&gt;Best Cinematography: "There Will Be Blood"&lt;br /&gt;Best Music - Original Score: "Atonement"&lt;br /&gt;Best Documentary - Short Subject: "Freeheld"&lt;br /&gt;Best Documentary - Feature: "Taxi to the Dark Side"&lt;br /&gt;Best Original Screenplay: "Juno"&lt;br /&gt;Best Actor: Daniel Day-Lewis, "There Will Be Blood"&lt;br /&gt;Best Director: Ethan Coen, Joel Coen, "No Country for Old Men"&lt;br /&gt;Best Picture: "No Country for Old Men"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-3823062695880953311?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3823062695880953311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=3823062695880953311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3823062695880953311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3823062695880953311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-picture-2007.html' title='Best Picture 2007'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R8JPp5xY3QI/AAAAAAAADDU/974t6Sx761U/s72-c/academyAward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-8165179722865748925</id><published>2008-02-24T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:01:24.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Live Oscar Blog!</title><content type='html'>Go over to my Oscar blog and check out my live Oscar night blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscarataglance.wordpress.com/"&gt;Oscar at a Glance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-8165179722865748925?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8165179722865748925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=8165179722865748925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8165179722865748925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/8165179722865748925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/02/live-oscar-blog.html' title='Live Oscar Blog!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-5176592350787407507</id><published>2008-02-24T11:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:19:18.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>80th Annual Academy Awards!</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4781cb4970fcbbe1/47c199050fe0b591/478fae6d9eab63d/ba5e70b5/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-5176592350787407507?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5176592350787407507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=5176592350787407507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5176592350787407507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5176592350787407507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/02/80th-annual-academy-awards.html' title='80th Annual Academy Awards!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-5562913133393013067</id><published>2008-02-22T18:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:52:46.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>I'm SO Over It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R79gB5xY3AI/AAAAAAAADAg/-9XK4F4YMmE/s1600-h/070110_winter_driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169956483048725506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R79gB5xY3AI/AAAAAAAADAg/-9XK4F4YMmE/s320/070110_winter_driving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winter, that is. I'm over it! Yesterday morning I left my house at 6:45 a.m. and arrived at work at 8:50 a.m.!! I normally have a 42 minute commute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember as a kid being so excited when it snowed or we had bad weather and the schools would be closed, but now as an adult and I do not have the luxury of hearing my business' name being called off on the morning news, it's just not as fun anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems as though this winter when we do get the bad snow or ice it's not AFTER we get to work, or even the night before so that we can go to bed with the knowledge that we will not probably go into work, or just sleep in a little later until the nutcases get to work first, it hits us right during morning rush hour traffic!! WHY? What have we done to deserve this curse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again this morning I had to fight ice and the elements just to get out of my parking lot at our apartment complex. I arrived at work only 10 minutes late this morning, but I still had to deal with all that undo stress of driving in the shit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least my employer did allow us to leave early Thursday evening before the weather got really bad. My sister in law left her job at 4:50 p.m. yesterday evening and did not arrive home until 9:10, so I will stop bitching. Thank goodness March is only 7 days away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-5562913133393013067?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5562913133393013067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=5562913133393013067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5562913133393013067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/5562913133393013067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-so-over-it.html' title='I&apos;m SO Over It'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R79gB5xY3AI/AAAAAAAADAg/-9XK4F4YMmE/s72-c/070110_winter_driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-4717974984430699969</id><published>2008-02-21T18:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:39:03.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R79b0JxY27I/AAAAAAAADAE/Ro5srfNkDFc/s1600-h/ttransom.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169951848779013042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R79b0JxY27I/AAAAAAAADAE/Ro5srfNkDFc/s400/ttransom.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask me why but this is all that came to mind for my Thursday Thirteen post today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;13 Things That I've Had In My Mouth But Will Never Go There Again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Pet feces.&lt;/strong&gt; I did that once (as a very small child) and I do not remember it, and I really don't care to find out what it was like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R79ctZxY29I/AAAAAAAADAU/_Gexazz_Bt0/s1600-h/brussel_sprout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169952832326523858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R79ctZxY29I/AAAAAAAADAU/_Gexazz_Bt0/s320/brussel_sprout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Brussell Sprouts.&lt;/strong&gt; My mother made them for dinner once and made me sit at the dinner table until they were no longer on my plate. It was dark when I finally left the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Orange Peel.&lt;/strong&gt; Have you ever tasted it?? For something that tastes so good on the inside, it is really gross tasting on the outside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)&lt;strong&gt;Chewing Tobacco.&lt;/strong&gt; No, It is not that same as smoking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;Old Milk.&lt;/strong&gt; Not on purpose... Need I say more? And no, it does NOT taste like cottage cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;Dirty Underwear.&lt;/strong&gt; The Where's, Why's and How's will not be revealed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;Lego's.&lt;/strong&gt; They get stuck in your throat VERY easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) &lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Covered Jalapeno.&lt;/strong&gt; You'd think someone that was addicted to chocolate as I would minded, but WHEW, it was an experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;Shampoo.&lt;/strong&gt; I was half asleep and went to brush my teeth and grabbed the wrong bottle. I know I don't see how, but I was still asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) &lt;strong&gt;Zest Soap.&lt;/strong&gt; Mother had her way of keeping us from using filthy language. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) &lt;strong&gt;Beef Jerky.&lt;/strong&gt; Have you ever noticed that the more you chew the bigger it gets??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) &lt;strong&gt;Orange Marmalade&lt;/strong&gt;. See #3, Same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R79cjJxY28I/AAAAAAAADAM/XCFfvVPRsNk/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169952656232864706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R79cjJxY28I/AAAAAAAADAM/XCFfvVPRsNk/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) &lt;strong&gt;Mary Jane Candy.&lt;/strong&gt; Some mean old woman in our neighborhood ALWAYS gave a handful of those out at Halloween. GAG!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about you? Anything you'd prefer to never taste again?&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/8696400-4717974984430699969?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4717974984430699969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=4717974984430699969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4717974984430699969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/4717974984430699969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/02/thursday-thirteen-18.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #18'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R79b0JxY27I/AAAAAAAADAE/Ro5srfNkDFc/s72-c/ttransom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-2213197084429614602</id><published>2008-02-18T21:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T00:00:23.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogitty Blog Blog Blog'/><title type='text'>Presidential Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R7pfb5xY2qI/AAAAAAAAC-4/CdGMH80WCRY/s1600-h/hillary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168548455330142882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R7pfb5xY2qI/AAAAAAAAC-4/CdGMH80WCRY/s400/hillary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, this is not a posting on my political views. I do not do that often on my blog, and there is a reason. One I will not go into, however I did finally make my choice on who I will cast my vote for in the Ohio primary in March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And again I will not give my reason as to why, but Hillary has my vote...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now onto the real posting of my blog today. I had a three day weekend due to the observance of President's Day. The last three day weekend until Memorial Day! I did very little. Actually I did very little all weekend. My boys, J2 and AT were here and we sat around playing WOW most of the weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We did go out for a birthday celebration for DJ's cousin, Brit who turned 18. I ate way too much, came home and passed out watching Fracture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday I went out and bought a new vacum cleaner. Exciting huh? I had to. The old ones were just wore out and were not picking up all the cat hair, and god forbid if I carry my cat's fur to work with me. It had to be done. It's Dirt Devil and I am quite happy with it, even though I only vaccumed one room so far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I slept until 2:00 p.m. Yes, you heard right. But then again I didn't go to bed until 4:00 a.m. (Something else I will not give the reason for...) Then I went to visit "Midget". She had surgery on Tuesday and she is mending at her mother's. Her mother is just fantastic, had a great dinner prepared and we had a great visit. Midget is doing well and will be back at work in a few days barring any complications.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, there you have it. My weekend. Not real exciting I agree, but it was President's Day, what does one really do on this holiday anyway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696400-2213197084429614602?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2213197084429614602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=2213197084429614602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2213197084429614602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/2213197084429614602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/02/presidential-weekend.html' title='Presidential Weekend'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uBt8v1fSrA/R7pfb5xY2qI/AAAAAAAAC-4/CdGMH80WCRY/s72-c/hillary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696400.post-3472049581121568374</id><published>2008-02-17T23:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:36:58.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ads from the Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogitty Blog Blog Blog'/><title type='text'>Pleasure You Want, Protection You Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bmPnnh7KvQE/R7I30QtEh5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3LgPvEIe9ZM/s1600-h/340162AFhe_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166253093524113298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bmPnnh7KvQE/R7I30QtEh5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3LgPvEIe9ZM/s320/340162AFhe_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is this not the greatest Ad you've seen?? This guy is really excited. He really wants you to buy these condoms, you can just tell from that smile upon his face! If you look closely in the background it looks like they are in big demand too, a few women are checking them out, and that older guy in the glasses pushing the cart looks like he is contemplating this purchase very methodically. "I wonder what ultra ribbed means?'...and lubricated too, hmmm"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the clerk has had his teeth whitened, what do you think??&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/8696400-3472049581121568374?l=mjwoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3472049581121568374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696400&amp;postID=3472049581121568374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3472049581121568374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696400/posts/default/3472049581121568374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwoh.blogspot.com/2008/02/pleasure-you-want-protection-you-trust.html' title='Pleasure You Want, Protection You Trust'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796458209818214132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIVhsgORP88/Ti9nKAfASbI/AAAAAAAAHd8/B7PlHRIhRws/s220/Image112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bmPnnh7KvQE/R7I30QtEh5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3LgPvEIe9ZM/s72-c/340162AFhe_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
