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name celebrities'/><category term='leaves'/><category term='Weight'/><title type='text'>Nouveau Blogger</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>490</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-1300770591252276587</id><published>2011-10-12T12:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:33:15.119-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;....yeah, hi....sorry about that.  I had to put the blog down to answer the door and found the Jehovah's Witness sales pitch fascinating.  Where were we?&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/5123012403939416916-1300770591252276587?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/1300770591252276587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=1300770591252276587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/1300770591252276587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/1300770591252276587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/10/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-3048670230403053974</id><published>2011-09-07T16:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:31:09.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>Fore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Shot my best golf ound of the year on Monday on a rather difficult course - 79.  VERY excited because I have a trip to Trump National Golf Course (Westchester NY), Cape Cod tournament and another outing the following week all on tap.&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/5123012403939416916-3048670230403053974?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/3048670230403053974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=3048670230403053974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3048670230403053974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3048670230403053974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/09/fore.html' title='Fore!'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-7932978125984341059</id><published>2011-08-26T16:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T16:57:00.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TLO'/><title type='text'>Gettin' It Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nooo...not that kind of Gettin' It Good. You perverts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My daughter has it good. Damn good. Her summer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1 week of camp with her two best friends -- crafts, sports, bowling, mini-golf, pool, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1 week of golf camp (1/2 day) then swim /ice skating camp (2nd half of day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2 weeks of vactaion in Mytle Beach with her family (twas lovely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1 week of vacation on a lake in Maine with her Aunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;4 weeks of swim camp, with morning sports activities thrown in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1 week of adventure camp w/ swimming, rock climbing, zip lines, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Throw in assorted weekend excursions to the beach, shopping, cookouts, mini golf, family parties and friend's birthday parties (she goes to like 3 per month).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Yeah. She got it good. Its cool to be 8!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-7932978125984341059?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/7932978125984341059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=7932978125984341059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7932978125984341059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7932978125984341059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/08/gettin-it-good.html' title='Gettin&apos; It Good'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5605993057910342950</id><published>2011-08-25T11:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:12:51.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Weather or Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So Tuesday we had an earthquake and Sunday we expect a hurricane. I AM still in Connecticut, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-5605993057910342950?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/5605993057910342950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=5605993057910342950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5605993057910342950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5605993057910342950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/08/weather-or-not.html' title='Weather or Not'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5612858406165876479</id><published>2011-06-10T16:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:27:06.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Let's Get Physical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I had a long overdue physical today. Apart from the fact that he didn't buy me dinner before violating me (he did apologize ahead of time), he was very happy with my health. I have slightly elevated blood pressure (my family is riddled with hypertension) so he gave me a 'script just to keep it in check. Otherwise I'm fine. Although I've been trying to drop a few pounds in the past few weeks, he called me "lean". I'm not fat, but I'm not lean. Furthermore, h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;e also seemed to think I am much more fit than I am based on the heart test results. So I'll go with that as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Am I more fit than I give myself credit for? Or is he just used to seeing big slobs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He even thought my tats were cool. That makes him cool in my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-5612858406165876479?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/5612858406165876479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=5612858406165876479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5612858406165876479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5612858406165876479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/06/lets-get-physical.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Physical'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-3668292631852344751</id><published>2011-06-06T16:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T16:45:32.444-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poker movie'/><title type='text'>Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;After taking a half day to play golf with my buddy and playing my best of the year, I won $245 playing poker Friday night. That's a cool way to start a weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Saturday night I had a date with the wife. Its the first time we've left the boy with anyone and the girl had a sleepover. We saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1411697/"&gt;The Hangover II&lt;/a&gt;. Hysterical! If you liked the first one, you'll like this one. Then we went to a nice late dinner - and I ordered fish! Yes, red meat lover that I am, I wanted a change of pace. And it was good! Such a lovely evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then, on Sunday, I was able to finally fix my gas grill to my satisfaction. It's been a pain for 2 years, but I finally think its all set now. I'm such a t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ypical guy, I love all things cooked over open flames. AND, I was able to fix the gas burner on the stove the same day! I'm regular Tim Allen lately! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then today I weighed myself and I'm down almost 5 pounds in 10 days! My crash diet for vacation next month is off to a flying start. Nothing like waiting until the last minute, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quite the positive experiences the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-3668292631852344751?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/3668292631852344751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=3668292631852344751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3668292631852344751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3668292631852344751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/06/winner-winner-chicken-dinner.html' title='Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-8881017106127023012</id><published>2011-06-02T16:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T16:30:16.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TLO'/><title type='text'>Stand Up, Stand Up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My little guy is &lt;em&gt;standing &lt;/em&gt;on his own. But he hasn't taken a step yet. Any minute now he will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-8881017106127023012?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/8881017106127023012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=8881017106127023012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8881017106127023012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8881017106127023012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/06/stand-up-stand-up.html' title='Stand Up, Stand Up....'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-543763144105778197</id><published>2011-05-23T14:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:33:59.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Yesterday, we hosted a get-together for our son's 1st birthday. It was around 24 people or so and I enjoy hosting, usually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But let me tell you about my brother's family: yeah the one that &lt;a href="http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2007/11/turkey-wrap.html"&gt;ran out of food &lt;/a&gt;on Thanksgiving! His wife and his 22-year old son are just friggin' weird. There's no nice way to put it. The kid does not in the slightest grasp social nuances or graces. And his mother's semi-superior attitude has worn me to the bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Of course, this is after a history of "issues" with them, so as I tell this tale, bear in mind its not the first such thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;What was originally an outdoor party became an indoor one because it got cool outside. Lasagna was the main meal and there was a lot of it so it was taking a bit longer to re-heat than expected. The masses were hungry, so I couldn't blame them for being a bit anxious to eat. However, the family I mentioned above all camped out in my 9 x 14 kitchen, getting completely underfoot and doing nothing to expedite things. When the lasagna was close, we set out bread and salad, etc. on the "buffet" table in the adjoining dining room. The son, who now has a girlfriend - how he has one is a mystery of the universe - and said girlfriend start to serve themselves. I mention, "dinner's not quite ready, you guys might want to hold off just now." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"No, we're okay." was his response and they continued to serve themselves and sit down and eat! In normal society, my statement really means "dinner is not ready, please don't start in yet" does it not? But they don't take the clue and his mom comes over and starts helping herself next! What's the proper way to tell people to stop fucking eating! My mom would do it and it would come across as rude. So we said nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dinner is finally served maybe 20 minutes later and guess who the first three persons were in line? And they ALL grabbed more bread and salad. I mean, really? Really? We had enough food - but not by too much - we expected 17. Mind you, anything that family does frustrates me and I dont' suffer fools well but I bit my tongue. I had no idea until this morning how pissed off the nearly unflappabel Mrs. Nouveau was either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A little later, my wife asks the mom, out sister in law, if she can get her anything to drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"What do you have?" is the response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My wife responded, "Well, we have beer, all different sorts of wine, margaritas, most mixed drinks, coke, diet coke, root beer, orange soda, lemonade and bottled water." Now, in text I can't do the impression my wife does of my sister-in-law, but think of the whiniest voice you can when you read she answered, "Hmmmm, well, ummmmmm......I don't really want any of that.....I guess just a water then." She seemed &lt;em&gt;completely&lt;/em&gt; disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Unbelievable! I ask this, gentle reader and answer honestly. What is NOT on that list that any reasonable party-goer would expect to be offered? Clamato? Prune juice? Moxie? Seriously, if you're tastes are so off the beaten path for refreshments perhaps you should really bring your own. Am I wrong. Everyone else seemed to find something acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I am pretty much best friends with my brother so I really try not to say anything, but his family drives me bonkers! In fact, drives everyone bonkers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-543763144105778197?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/543763144105778197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=543763144105778197' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/543763144105778197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/543763144105778197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/05/family.html' title='Family!'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5153172501259438061</id><published>2011-05-19T14:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:11:32.937-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TLO'/><title type='text'>Just Trust Me On This One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My daughter wanted to wear a pretty summer dress today with white tights underneath. When she couldn't find any tights, she decided to pull her knee socks up to mid-thigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I struggled to explain to her why that's not a good look for an 8-year-old. Needless to say, she did NOT go to school like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-5153172501259438061?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/5153172501259438061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=5153172501259438061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5153172501259438061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5153172501259438061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-trust-me-on-this-one.html' title='Just Trust Me On This One'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5024803698850860674</id><published>2011-05-16T12:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T12:35:09.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><title type='text'>Blog-It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A bunch of my blogger labels are screwey! I don't need this shit. I barely have/make time to blog as it is, let along fix stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-5024803698850860674?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/5024803698850860674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=5024803698850860674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5024803698850860674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5024803698850860674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-it.html' title='Blog-It'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4865875240149653915</id><published>2011-05-12T13:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T12:34:04.230-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='softball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TLO'/><title type='text'>Fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But my little girl wants to come watch me &lt;a href="http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/05/hang-it-up.html"&gt;play softball tonight&lt;/a&gt;. That's kind of cool to have her tag along. It'll be fun to show her that her old man's not half bad even if he's not what he once was, you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;She's in her 2nd year playing and has been progressing leaps and bounds. She's one of the better ones on the team, knows it, yet wants to practice to get even better so I'm helping her with that. She's even slightly interested in watching baseball on TV to learn more about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;At least the weather's spectacular. Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4865875240149653915?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4865875240149653915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4865875240149653915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4865875240149653915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4865875240149653915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/05/fans.html' title='Fans'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-7094084853023907092</id><published>2011-05-11T11:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T11:30:57.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='softball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>Hang it Up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Softball begins tomorrow night. I think for the first time in my life I'm not looking forward to it in the slightest. I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; they're going to want me to play outfield and, frankly, my old bones and muscles can't do it anymore. Yet, I seem to be the best option they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My mind still harkens back to playing tournament level games where I wasn't sure I belonged and marveled at the talent levels of those around me. In retrospect, I must have belonged because I was asked to play by the team owners and its not like they didn't have choices. For the most part I played quite well. I've also played for many local, talented teams who've gone on to the championship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Now I'm jaded. I sit and marvel at the &lt;em&gt;inablility&lt;/em&gt; of my teamates and their general lack of baseball knowledge as a whole. I've tried ahrd and adapted a bit over the years and try to make it more fun than competitive yet I'm getting to the point where I don't feel I can be competitive. I even fear embarrassing myself out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I know I can't do what I could or really even come close to it. I really want to be the guy the team can depend on and I feel I have been to this point. But I'm not sure I can be in the future. Hell, I was sore after practicing with my daughter on Sunday. Practicing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'll be 45 this year. I've said it before but have yet to follow through on it, but I think after this year I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-7094084853023907092?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/7094084853023907092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=7094084853023907092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7094084853023907092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7094084853023907092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/05/hang-it-up.html' title='Hang it Up?'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-1075407310278242192</id><published>2011-04-29T14:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T14:53:43.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Appreciate it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Its been over a year now since I left my part-time gig at the casino and I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; appreciate it when I know I don't have to give up my nights over the weekend. Especially a splendid looking one like this one coming up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-1075407310278242192?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/1075407310278242192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=1075407310278242192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/1075407310278242192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/1075407310278242192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/04/appreciate-it.html' title='Appreciate it'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-6770109523168956977</id><published>2011-04-25T11:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T11:34:06.412-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter Hotness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Did everyone have a good Easter? I assume you celebrate it. Its nowhere near my favorite holiday. We went out to an incredibly over-priced Easter buffet then came back with family to my house for drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The weather was very warm, but made even warmer by how hot Mrs. Nouveau looked! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-6770109523168956977?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/6770109523168956977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=6770109523168956977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6770109523168956977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6770109523168956977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-hotness.html' title='Easter Hotness'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-2590459449601796639</id><published>2011-04-23T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T13:29:00.609-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music shuffle'/><title type='text'>My Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Three posts in a row. Pretty good, huh? Actually, these past two were pre-written. I feel guilty when I don't post knowing both my readers are anxiously anticipating my next incredible witicism (did that come across as sarcastic?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Anyway, I'm thinking of paring down my music on my phone. Lately, I've been skipping a number of songs. I'm not sure why, sometimes I'm just not in the mood for certain songs. And if I do it time and again, why is it on there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Here's my next ten per the shuffle feature:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Lonely is the Night&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;Billy Squier&lt;/em&gt;. I could see myself skipping that one time and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Just the Way You Are&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Billy Joel&lt;/em&gt;. I have been skipping some of the BJ songs, even though I'm a huge fan and have most of his library loaded up. But that's never one of him. Someday I should post about what a genius BJ really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Get Naked&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Methods of Mayhem&lt;/em&gt;. M of M is Tommy Lee's band and this is the only song I know. Its &lt;em&gt;filthy&lt;/em&gt; but for some reason I find it fun. Even if it can't be listened to in mixed (any) company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Get Stoned&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Hinder&lt;/em&gt;. Love this band but somebody was done wrong. They have a lot of anger in their songs, but in a whimsical way, if that's possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Stairway to Heaven&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Pat Boone&lt;/em&gt;. Did you read far enough to see Pat Boone. He did an entire album of hard rock/heavy metal in his own style/voice. I think its hysterical and its actually quite good music, considering a big band is playing rock. I thought my wife would think so too, but she thinks I'm nuts for spending the money and doesn't get it at all. We can't connect on everything I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Breaking Inside&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Shinedown. &lt;/em&gt;Another band I'm crazy about as I think I've mentioned in past posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Never Again&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Nickelback. &lt;/em&gt;Kind of a fluff band, but fun and catchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;No Leaf Clover&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Metallica.&lt;/em&gt; This particular version is off the S&amp;amp;M album wherein they recorded with the San Fransisco Philharmonic Orchestra. Plenty of Metallica fans think they sold out doing a concert with and orchestra but I think its really cool. Heavy metal with horns and violas, cellos, violins etc. is really cool I think. I'm always a big fan of different versions of stuff I already like (see Pat Boone above).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;I Am The Bulldog&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Kid Rock&lt;/em&gt;. I'm starting to think I'm losing interest in KR. I used to like his stuff a ton, but I've been skipping it lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;World of Fantasy&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Triumph&lt;/em&gt;. Wow, this is kind of old school '80's rock. Triumph had a great 5 year run or so, but ended up on the lower rung of Canadian Rock Trios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There's my 10. I'm always curious about what comes up. Your opinions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-2590459449601796639?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/2590459449601796639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=2590459449601796639' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2590459449601796639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2590459449601796639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-music.html' title='My Music'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-6237854274349069095</id><published>2011-04-22T11:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:19:01.083-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Un-Friendly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My mom has taken to commenting on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; posts. Now I don't post much, but sometimes something sweet and short will strike my fancy and I'll post it. God knows why, though. So, my mom corrected my grammar in one, then, totally didn't get the joke that I was making. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I didn't have the energy to explain the joke, but I commented back that if we're going to start correcting spelling and grammar in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, we're in for the long haul. Among others, my wife's cousin has YET to spell a word correctly. And don't even get me started on her grammar.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So I promised my mom I'd do better and she said "thanks honey". Oh brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Speaking of brother, my brother made a politically incorrect comment. He called himself a '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tard&lt;/span&gt; in one of his posts. My mom called him out on that by pointing out how non-PC that was. Unfortunately, he's not one to pick and choose battles. He always has to get into it with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm not quite sure my mom gets &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Frankly, neither do I but in a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Should we "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unfriend&lt;/span&gt;" her? Nah, the ramifications of that would be too severe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-6237854274349069095?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/6237854274349069095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=6237854274349069095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6237854274349069095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6237854274349069095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/04/un-friendly.html' title='Un-Friendly'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-2299294518162412529</id><published>2011-04-21T13:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T13:19:47.155-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tina Fey'/><title type='text'>Tina Fey - Hot AND Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Really, almost a month since I posted? Yeef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I think a lot of guys share my attraction to Tina Fey. She's so.....cute! And a comedic genius too. Below is something I stole off the internet somewhere. Funny....and poignant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina Fey's Prayers for Her Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Bea......uty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guide her, protect her --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Yeah, its more of a female point of view, but still works, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-2299294518162412529?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/2299294518162412529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=2299294518162412529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2299294518162412529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2299294518162412529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/04/tina-fey-hot-and-funny.html' title='Tina Fey - Hot AND Funny'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-6472546455406947535</id><published>2011-03-25T13:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:56:32.532-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>Snow-What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I don't care if its 41 and there's a cold northerly wind.  I'm going golfing.  Now where are my snow-shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-6472546455406947535?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/6472546455406947535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=6472546455406947535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6472546455406947535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6472546455406947535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/03/snow-what.html' title='Snow-What?'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4036605269883322268</id><published>2011-03-23T11:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T11:51:20.487-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>I Mean, Seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Predictions of 2 to 5 inches of snow today, tonight and into tomorrow have me asking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;FUCK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It was 73 on Friday.  I payed my golf club dues and golfed over the weekend.  Grrrr.....&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/5123012403939416916-4036605269883322268?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4036605269883322268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4036605269883322268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4036605269883322268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4036605269883322268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-mean-seriously.html' title='I Mean, Seriously?'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5491570503715600553</id><published>2011-03-21T14:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T15:03:29.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Lookee Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOkGYe0n0bk/TYegVK1WaDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/5BJ5axbS5SM/s1600/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586610148322207794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOkGYe0n0bk/TYegVK1WaDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/5BJ5axbS5SM/s320/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That's me at about 6 months I'd guess. I keep hearing my boy looks like me. While he does the tongue thing I do there, my eyes were way bigger. I do see some similarities though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-5491570503715600553?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/5491570503715600553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=5491570503715600553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5491570503715600553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5491570503715600553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/03/lookee-here.html' title='Lookee Here!'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOkGYe0n0bk/TYegVK1WaDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/5BJ5axbS5SM/s72-c/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4656001762326961226</id><published>2011-03-14T16:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:39:29.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobriety checkpoint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><title type='text'>Obi Wan Sober-ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Do you think Obi Wan Kenobi ever used a Jedi Mind Trick to get through an intergalactic sobriety checkpoint?  Probably, right?  Maybe in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4656001762326961226?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4656001762326961226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4656001762326961226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4656001762326961226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4656001762326961226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/03/obi-wan-sober-ish.html' title='Obi Wan Sober-ish'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-7330759690953410135</id><published>2011-02-28T15:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T15:39:11.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little One'/><title type='text'>Into it All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Our little man, now a full 9-months old, started crawling.  And boy did he go from zero to 60 fast.  What was once merely content to sit in one place, occasionally reaching for things has quickly become full exploration of the entire house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Its cute as hell, but man is it tough keeping up with him.  And the baby gates are still in their brand new plastic wrappers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-7330759690953410135?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/7330759690953410135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=7330759690953410135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7330759690953410135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7330759690953410135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/02/into-it-all.html' title='Into it All'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-6956849494114356285</id><published>2011-02-22T14:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T14:45:29.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf clubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>Money on Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I went into &lt;a href="http://www.golferswarehouse.com/"&gt;Golfer's Warehouse&lt;/a&gt; over the weekend to follow-up on something I'd been meaning to do for the longest time; get fit for my (or other, if needed) golf clubs. The process is pretty cool. They have you hit balls in front of an optic monitor thingy which measures club speed, ball speed, ball spin, launch angle, etc. My fitter was a great guy who after analyzing the datat told me that I would &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; struggle with the setup I had. He said my swing was pretty sound and thought I could really benefit from some after-market shafts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That all rang pretty true with me. I just never seemed to have 100% confidence that my equipment was correct for me. I work terribly hard at the game yet lately, I haven't been seeing the improvements I thought I deserved. He said my ball flight had too much spin for the launch angle and it wouldn't be true to me and would eventally cause me to "correct" it in the next swing making matters worse since it was caused by improper equipment rather than improper swings. Its all very technical but fascinating to a number freak like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He also measured my "grouping" which is the general area where my shots were landing - yeah, the computer can compute all that - and promised me he could tighten it up with new shafts, i.e. make the circle smaller. So, if my average miss was 18 yards, he could make it like 12. That's a big deal! Furthermore, he LOVED the club-heads on my set, so apparently, the &lt;a href="http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/02/golf-clubs.html"&gt;deal&lt;/a&gt; I got last year was an actual deal. He merely thought the shafts I was playing were not correct for my swing-type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I trusted the guy and the data. He could have sold me new gear but he felt I was best served by the stuff I have after I tweaked it. He actually talked me out of new gear because nothing in store would have had the shafts he felt were perfect for me. Plus, without me even hitting one of my hybrids (new-fangled 3 and 4-irons, which I hate) he told me there was no way I would be able to hit them consisetently. And I can't. Hence the reason I hate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So I spent some money but not too much. I have all my newly shafted clubs and I'm eager to put them to the test. The driver shaft was rather pricey at nearly $200. But believe it or not, they have a $2200 driver shaft in store. Good God! And a new driver, again without the perfect shaft could run about $400. He also suggested shortening the driver shaft back a bit after taking into account my swing arc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Needless to say, I'm pretty excited about it all, but probably a rather boring blogger. But, if I could take 3 strokes off my game this summer, throught equipment and short game improvements I'd be a happy camper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Now, if only this damn snow would melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-6956849494114356285?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/6956849494114356285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=6956849494114356285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6956849494114356285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6956849494114356285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/02/money-on-fire.html' title='Money on Fire'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-759501027395428115</id><published>2011-02-18T14:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T14:13:45.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebay'/><title type='text'>Store Without Doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cool!  I got $70 for my old Blackberry after Ebaying it to make room for the new iPhone.  That will help pay for my club fitting tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-759501027395428115?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/759501027395428115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=759501027395428115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/759501027395428115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/759501027395428115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/02/store-without-doors.html' title='Store Without Doors'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-6439838252127076086</id><published>2011-02-17T11:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T11:14:47.798-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob dylan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mick jagger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammy&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Get Over It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I saw Bob Dylan perform on the Grammy's the other night.  Can we all PLEASE stop pretending he's some genius?  It sounded so bad I was cringing.  He would have been cut from American Idol and voted off the island in the same episode.  It was horrible.  Then the crowd gives him a standing ovation?  I mean, REALLY?  Do people actually love Bob Dylan's music or do they think they're &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to love Bob Dylan's music so they go with the crowd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I do like many of his songs, however.  When other people perform them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And that Mick Jagger song might have been the most annoying song I've ever heard.  Hey, Mick, please, repeat that line again, okay?  I didn't catch it the first 76 times you sang it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-6439838252127076086?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/6439838252127076086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=6439838252127076086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6439838252127076086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6439838252127076086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/02/get-over-it.html' title='Get Over It'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4669489803651118053</id><published>2011-02-16T12:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:41:00.490-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='softball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>You Give Me Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Temperatures today are in the mid 40's with even warmer forecast through the weekend. Spring fever's running rampant and its all anyone can talk about. We're down to about two feet of standing snow now. Perhaps I will be golfing by Memorial Day afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I also recently received softball league information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4669489803651118053?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4669489803651118053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4669489803651118053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4669489803651118053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4669489803651118053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-give-me-fever.html' title='You Give Me Fever'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-8012813196451054558</id><published>2011-02-14T12:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:31:52.227-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Mrs. Nouveau is Nouveau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mrs. Nouveau has lost nearly 30 pounds (I found a few of them around my beltline, however) since starting Weight Watchers in November.  I'm proud of her, she's proud of her (as she should be), in fact everyone's proud of her.  She wasn't huge to start with, but really looks fantastic and as a reward recently spent a king's ransom on new hair cut and coloring/highlighting.  She looks great.  As I said in my last post, if I wasn't such a fucking catch, I'd fear she was primping to move on to someone better/richer/handsomer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Weight Watchers, however, is not cheap.  Nor is eating healthy.  Nor is needed so many new clothes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So, for a Valentine's present I used some of the money I won on the Superbowl with some I had squirreled away to take her clothes shopping on Saturday evening.  I understand its sort of a cop-out, but it's so much easier with her there.  I do, however, offer solid opinions when asked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I didn't tell her how much I had to spend but every time she decided on something I'd ask "anything else you need?"  Funny that she quit shopping before I reached my budget so I took her out to a simple late dinner, which was very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then yesterday, she went through ALL her clothes.  I'm talking an 8 foot closet chock full plus a woman's dresser and a man's dresser's worth.  Much of the stuff she hadn't worn in years or completely forgot she owned.  She purged a bunch of the "bigger" clothes as well as tons of stuff she didn't like/want/need.  In the end, however, it was like she just came back from "&lt;a href="http://tlc.howstuffworks.com/tv/what-not-to-wear"&gt;What Not To Wear&lt;/a&gt;"  with how much "new" stuff she had discoverd.  She kept popping in while I watched golf to show what she found that was long forgotten or that now fit when it hadn't in so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When mama's happy, the house is happy, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-8012813196451054558?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/8012813196451054558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=8012813196451054558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8012813196451054558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8012813196451054558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/02/mrs-nouveau-is-nouveau.html' title='Mrs. Nouveau is Nouveau'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4899096520116832364</id><published>2011-02-11T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T12:44:01.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><title type='text'>Divorced!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Noooo, not my wife and I.  She'd be crazy to leave me.  I'm a fucking catch!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My phone.  I dumped my Blackberry Storm for the iPhone 4 since its now available on Verizon which is my carrier of choice.  There's a couple things the iPhone doesn't do that the Blackberry did, but about a million things the iPhone does that the Blackberry didn't!  I'm so psyched!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4899096520116832364?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4899096520116832364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4899096520116832364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4899096520116832364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4899096520116832364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/02/divorced.html' title='Divorced!'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-3523763269712222882</id><published>2011-02-10T09:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:52:27.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back pain'/><title type='text'>Back to Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I tweaked my back on Sunday.  I think it was chipping the driveway/walkway ice and shovelling.  After a day or so it had improved but then seemed to level off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well, last night while carrying my 22 lb nearly 9-month-old son down the stairs I slipped and landed awkwardly totally tweaking my back again!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I am sooooo uncomfortable today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-3523763269712222882?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/3523763269712222882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=3523763269712222882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3523763269712222882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3523763269712222882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-to-back.html' title='Back to Back'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4776817041303474439</id><published>2011-02-08T16:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:47:27.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myrtle beach'/><title type='text'>MBSC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Looks like my family will be going to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina again this year for vacation.  Reasons being:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1.  We love the beach;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2.  Lots of golf courses (for me, anyway);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;3.  Tons of restaurants (including my family's new favorite, Golden Coral);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;4.  Warm water, great surf;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;5.  Everything is so reasonably priced (golf, restaurants, etc);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;6.  My co-worker generously offered use of her condo for as long as we like for about 1/4 what it would cost us!  10 days for $350 sound good to anyone?  Does to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MB or bust!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4776817041303474439?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4776817041303474439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4776817041303474439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4776817041303474439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4776817041303474439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/02/mbsc.html' title='MBSC'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-879830328049770776</id><published>2011-02-04T14:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T14:56:19.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vasectomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sample'/><title type='text'>Sample This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I had to....a.....ummm.....errr.....bring in a &lt;em&gt;sample &lt;/em&gt;in to finalize my &lt;a href="http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/09/nip-no-tuck.html"&gt;vasectomy&lt;/a&gt; today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I wonder.....why did I feel compelled to tell the lady I had "help"?  But then again, how does one convey to the clinic counter-person something of the sort?   I kept quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;She asked what time I "gave" the sample.  Now that seemed more funny than embarrassing.  "Wellllll....it was about 7am I guess".  Again, another opportunity to mention I didn't take matters into my own hands, but then does it really matter?  For some reason it did matter to me though.  Not sure why.   Of course I didn't seriously consider mentioning the intimate details, but it sat weirdly with me.  I mean, who cares what this complete stranger thinks?  She's probably processed a bazillion of them anyway.  But yet I cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Lets hope I at least pass the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-879830328049770776?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/879830328049770776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=879830328049770776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/879830328049770776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/879830328049770776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/02/sample-this.html' title='Sample This'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-7410040611321113001</id><published>2011-02-01T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T11:45:01.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowstorm'/><title type='text'>Same Old Same Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;More snow today! They expect up to a foot before it turns to ice.  Kids are now missing their 6th day of school this year and tomorrow looks no better.  I feel like all I do is turn on the TV to check the weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568762803310540482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TUg4Q9m7tsI/AAAAAAAAAhI/QBYry2L7j0Y/s320/165390_484695520965_86384660965_6357990_7990402_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*Sigh*&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/5123012403939416916-7410040611321113001?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/7410040611321113001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=7410040611321113001' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7410040611321113001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7410040611321113001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/02/same-old-same-old.html' title='Same Old Same Old'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TUg4Q9m7tsI/AAAAAAAAAhI/QBYry2L7j0Y/s72-c/165390_484695520965_86384660965_6357990_7990402_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5673631030459412332</id><published>2011-01-27T11:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:43:58.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowstorm'/><title type='text'>Guessing Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hey!  Guess what?  Last night we had another snowstorm!  Yeah, 16 inches.  Awesome!  Snowiest January ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And guess what next?  I sent my spare keys through the snowblower.  They must have fallen out of my pocket.  Found all the pieces at least but the buttons ain't working!  Bummer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Did you happen to guess that second one?  Whodathunk it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-5673631030459412332?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/5673631030459412332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=5673631030459412332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5673631030459412332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5673631030459412332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/01/guessing-game.html' title='Guessing Game'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5814867341256672774</id><published>2011-01-24T14:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:44:28.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>Glass Nipples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Woah, was it cold! How about morning low of -10? That's minus 10 folks!  My house woke with up with some kind of popping/settling or perhaps just chattering.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When did we teleport to Alaska exactly? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I love the seasons but this winter is getting old fast!   And football season as I know it is over.  Darn Jets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When does my golf course open up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-5814867341256672774?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/5814867341256672774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=5814867341256672774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5814867341256672774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5814867341256672774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/01/glass-nipples.html' title='Glass Nipples'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-3510525062191296353</id><published>2011-01-20T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:37:06.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Octomom'/><title type='text'>Whip It Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Seriously &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/videos?autoplay=true&amp;amp;mediaKey=e0197dec-87c8-4562-a23b-f0c3d5d86eb1&amp;amp;isShareURL=true"&gt;Octomom&lt;/a&gt;?  That's how you treat your kids?  And WHO tattoos a baby?  Man she's weird.  Definitely be doing porn by the end of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-3510525062191296353?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/3510525062191296353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=3510525062191296353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3510525062191296353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3510525062191296353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/01/whip-it-good.html' title='Whip It Good!'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-7897356339405507535</id><published>2011-01-19T15:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:52:30.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowstorm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Independence Day Assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Between snowstorms, ice storms and holidays, my 8-year-old has gone to school exactly 1.5 days in the past 8. And they're talking 5 to 10 inches this Friday. Crazy! Especially when she's still in school around the 4th of July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;UPDATED 1/20 -- and it looks like another snowday tomorrow with an expected 4 to 8 inches overnight tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-7897356339405507535?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/7897356339405507535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=7897356339405507535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7897356339405507535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7897356339405507535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/01/independence-day-assignment.html' title='Independence Day Assignment'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-8023293834360722680</id><published>2011-01-13T11:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T11:51:26.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowstorm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Now That's a Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;No bullshit from the weathermen this time! The normal over-glorified hype actually came true! My house had nearly 30 inches! No school yesterday or today! I can't remember a time they had two days off in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561713882523089666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TS8tTxYluwI/AAAAAAAAAhA/bdpF0wSHDFI/s320/SnowStorm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Our cars are in those mounds.  I think the weather guy on TV was creaming in his pants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-8023293834360722680?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/8023293834360722680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=8023293834360722680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8023293834360722680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8023293834360722680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/01/now-thats-storm.html' title='Now That&apos;s a Storm'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TS8tTxYluwI/AAAAAAAAAhA/bdpF0wSHDFI/s72-c/SnowStorm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4308129592733408684</id><published>2011-01-10T15:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:46:09.298-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Civil War</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;In view of recent events, if there were to be another civil war in this country, would it be a huge leap to assume it would be between the political parties as opposed to race or religion?  Perhaps Saturday's tragedy in Arizona, including the death of an innocent 9-year-old will cause people to slow down and catch their breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Because up to now the anger that is broadcast daily is truly reprehensible.  When one hears about "taking back our country" it sounds as if we've been invaded and our government doesn't reflect the will of the people.  The fringe of our society, the one's who's brain's aren't wire quite right, then feel its their responsibility to do just that.  Violently!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well, we need to find better solutions than that.  Our politicians were validly elected by majority vote (such that we have it set up, anyway).  Should our politicians not perform to our nearly impossible expectations, then we will have the right to select those we feel will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most&lt;/em&gt; of us have a rational view this.  However, increasingly many, do not.  And their skewed view of our world is consistently reinforced by syndicated talking heads who have no qualms about spewing ideologies that in many cases are without merit.  Remember "death panels"?  As if this great nation would &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; sanction such a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Of course the vomit that shoots out comes from both sides of the aisle.  So we must all strive to stop the "sky is falling" mentality and learn to discuss our differences with restraint and as adults.  The sky is not falling.  Our country will perservere as it always has despite its past political fractures.  The next election will almost certainly balance out the perceived flaws of the last one.  We can fight with our vote.  Anger and hate and feeling that those who think differently from us are inferior is counterproductive.  We're better than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But then, adult conversation, respect for those who feel differently and efforts to grasp another's point of view don't make for good radio or television, do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4308129592733408684?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4308129592733408684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4308129592733408684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4308129592733408684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4308129592733408684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/01/civil-war.html' title='Civil War'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-2696026855392866856</id><published>2011-01-06T12:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:29:11.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barf'/><title type='text'>More Blatt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nobody's interested in the disgusting details about how I barfed on New Year's Eve are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-2696026855392866856?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/2696026855392866856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=2696026855392866856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2696026855392866856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2696026855392866856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-blatt.html' title='More Blatt'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-119564506385695924</id><published>2010-12-28T14:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:28:45.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christ(***BLAT***)mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A stomach bug for an entire family does not make for a Norman Rockwell-type Christmas. My 8-year-old declared it the "worst Christmas ever!". But then, she's only had 7 that were better. So, the optimist that I am, I delcared it a top-10 Christmas! Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Least she got a shitload of loot! I got an e-reader. Its sooooo cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-119564506385695924?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/119564506385695924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=119564506385695924' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/119564506385695924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/119564506385695924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-chrisblatmas.html' title='Merry Christ(***BLAT***)mas'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4386955754604212370</id><published>2010-12-22T13:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T15:17:38.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Inked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I got myself an early Christmas present. I got another tattoo. A few years back I &lt;a href="http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2008/07/tatted-up.html"&gt;posted&lt;/a&gt; about the one I had done to honor my daughter. I even mentioned at the time that if I had another child I would get one to honor him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Last Friday I took a 90 minute lunch and a terribly nice guy did the artwork based on an idea I had drawn up years ago. However, I don't remember the other two hurting like this one does. Its &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; sore but I totally dig it so it was well worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Now, my wife is not huge on tattoos. When I came home to tell her I had new work done in the name of our son, she genuinely seemed excited to see it. And when I showed her she said she really liked it. That meant a lot to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Its the Chinese symbol for "family" with my son's initials.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553600965512050322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TRJap2WctpI/AAAAAAAAAg0/oCn_IvcGPUU/s320/IMG00198-20101222-1420.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(its still a litle scaley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then last weekend, we went to visit my parents for the holidays. While my mom would never lecture me about something such as that I just didn't want to &lt;em&gt;deal with it&lt;/em&gt;. She didn't go wild about my others. I don't remember the comment, but there definitely was one. Again, I just didn't want to deal with it.  Do you know what I mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We really had a terrific holiday visit and I think moms think of their kid's bodies as their own. So I guess that's why I usually reveal it on my own terms and that didn't seem like the time. She knows of my other two and she can find out about this one too; eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Funny, though, Friday night my brand-new tattoo stained her sheets! Like ink and blood stains. Evidently, I rolled over onto my side and stayed there a while. Therefore, a direct mirrored replication of the tattoo was on her sheets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Guess what we did? Tell her? No. Clean it? Nope. We bought new sheets even though they don't quite match. Knowing my folks, my dad will probably change the sheets and I can't imagine he'd notice. But if they realize, they may think my dog, wife, or child had an accident. I wonder in any event but we found it funny, our little caper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then I decided to cut out the swatch of fabric from the sheets we stole and scrap book it for my little guy. Who knows, maybe it will mean something to him some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4386955754604212370?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4386955754604212370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4386955754604212370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4386955754604212370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4386955754604212370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/12/inked.html' title='Inked'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TRJap2WctpI/AAAAAAAAAg0/oCn_IvcGPUU/s72-c/IMG00198-20101222-1420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5032659903221990298</id><published>2010-12-15T16:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:55:14.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Company Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Then Where Did It Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Our office has been here 17 years. I've been in my particular office within the office probably the past 13 years. Since I cannot stand &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; in my pockets (phone, keys, wallet, change, etc.) I typically put all my change in a plastic cup in my desk drawer. I've done this forever and it comes in handy those days I just &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; a coffee and left my wallet somewhere, or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;One morning, about 2 years ago it went missing! It was not low, like someone skimmed it. It was gone! The entire cup. At that time two things were new -- the cleaning crew (who merely bought the business, they used to do the cleaning before that) and a new receptionist/clerk/do-everything guy who actually does nothing except screw shit up and surf Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But he's related to one of the partners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;With me so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So I mention the missing money and there was a tepid investigation that went nowhere. Management believed the kid. The cleaning crew swore up and down they did nothing, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So now I &lt;em&gt;hide&lt;/em&gt; my change in my office inside a campy chessboard of all places. Its not even about the money. What's a cup hold? $6? But sometimes its nice to have it available and the principal of it along with the fact there's some asshole going through my desk pissed and pisses me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That was, as I said, about two years ago. Flash forward to lasst week ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I drive a company car. Its a big piece of shit that I may have blogged about, but it saves me wear and tear on my own vehicle and its only marginally embarrassing to be seen in. In the center console I put change that I accumulate on the road as I park in various towns that have meters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well clerkboy used the company car a few days when his car needed some service (remember, he's related to a partner). Yeah, you guessed it. Next time I parked, all the fucking silver I had put in the console was gone! I was so pissed I parked with the meter red &lt;em&gt;hoping&lt;/em&gt; to get a ticket that the company would pay for. Am I a rebel or what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Surprisingly, after 90 minutes, no ticket. If it was my car there sure would be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Anyway, I didn't say anything because I wasn't completely sure there was change as I have used up all the silver in the past. But I was pretty sure there was.   Again, its not the money but &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; he did it, what balls!! I mean, its MY money. Its not company money and he knows who drives 99% of the miles on that car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Guess I won't store money there either. Perhaps I'll add a couple bucks to my expense report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-5032659903221990298?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/5032659903221990298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=5032659903221990298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5032659903221990298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5032659903221990298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/12/then-where-did-it-go.html' title='Then Where Did It Go?'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4534037626498978385</id><published>2010-12-06T14:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:43:26.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Got the tree up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Decorated the house with lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Had some nice Egg Nog and spiced rum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A chill and some flurries was in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Wife threw her back out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Which doesn't belong and why? Poor thing. She's at the doctor now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4534037626498978385?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4534037626498978385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4534037626498978385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4534037626498978385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4534037626498978385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/12/got-tree-up.html' title='Accomplished'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-2959117099709385574</id><published>2010-12-01T14:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T14:21:24.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Man, I'm having a bad day at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ever have one of those days?  You know, where just NOTHING goes right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Take today for instance.  I've spend the last 90 minutes trying to load album art onto some of the songs on my Blackberry that doesn't have any.  Still working on it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Damn work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-2959117099709385574?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/2959117099709385574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=2959117099709385574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2959117099709385574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2959117099709385574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/12/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5101117789871505252</id><published>2010-11-23T13:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T13:08:26.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>What Kind of Pie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A huge turnon for guys is....what?....pumpkin pie?  &lt;a href="http://sexuality.about.com/od/sexualscience/a/sex_thanksgivin.htm"&gt;Seriously&lt;/a&gt;?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Listen, I love pumpkin pie.  And I love my lady.  And there's nothing better than a nice fragrance on a woman.  But that fragrance ain't dessert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But who knows?  Maybe come this Thursday things will heat up.  Passions will run high.  Bodies will comingle.  And......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Oh shit.  I'll have a house full of guests.  And then there's that other "thing".  You know, the one that tells you she's NOT pregnant.  Yeah that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Oh well.  Have a Happy Thanksgiving everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-5101117789871505252?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/5101117789871505252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=5101117789871505252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5101117789871505252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5101117789871505252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-kind-of-pie.html' title='What Kind of Pie?'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-8375901264308550635</id><published>2010-11-17T13:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T14:18:37.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Was I Wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I've mentioned how I have a Facebook account but I'm not really into it.  I check up on it twice a week or so to see if anything interesting has been posted but usually I find nothing has.  Of course, I rarely post anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But yesterday, I thought I'd post the cutest picture of my 6-month-old son.  I mean, "stop-you-in-your-tracks" cute!  He's in a friggin suit and tie and looks like a Senator!  Its great!  But less than 15 mintues after posting it my sister-in-law (who claims she's not on Facebook much but most certainly is) posted the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;picture was on her page and used the exact same comment I had about the picture;  "Ready for my first job interview" or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There was no sinister agenda on her part for sure, but I was kind of miffed.  I only have like 25 Facebook friends and she's friends with most of them!  I felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;some of my thunder was stolen.  One posts for comments right?  Now if everybody sees it on her page first --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I sent her a text about "stealing my post" and she kind of challenged me about it which irked me more to a level than miffed.  After a slow to come around apology, that seemed insincere, she asked me why it bugged me.  Well, perhaps I sound immature but it was &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; post of &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; kid on&lt;em&gt; my&lt;/em&gt; page of &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; picture.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Today I've softened my stance and sort of wish I didn't say anything.  I know she loves it and wants her friends (who aren't mine) to see it too, but am I asking too much that she not post it moments after I do?  She could put the picture in her folder and I wouldn't care or even  if she posted it a day later.  I just wanted to revel in the comments at least for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But the main reason I have second thoughts is I received comments and she didn't.  Now it seems as if I made a big deal of nothing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It wasn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; big a deal.  I probably should have kept my mouth shut.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-8375901264308550635?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/8375901264308550635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=8375901264308550635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8375901264308550635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8375901264308550635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/11/was-i-wrong.html' title='Was I Wrong?'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-6281426926471253238</id><published>2010-11-08T10:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:24:20.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vasectomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Easy Peasey, Lemon Squeezy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So the "procedure" wherein they wall off the little swimming tadpoles that are each the spitting image of me, was incredibly easy! Easy as a drunken ex-Catholic school girl on her first bender at college. Easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I got a prescription for Vicodin but I never even took an aspirin. I really didn't even need to ice although I did as a precaution Friday afternoon. In fact, on Saturday I had to keep reminding myself to take it easy. That easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The doctor (whom the wife thought was hot, R-girl -- but then aren't they all?) was a terribly nice guy and he answered a bunch of questions about college and medical shool. I think he was a bit younger than me and we had kids the same age. He even put on some music which at least shows I was wine and dine material. Hey, if he's going to spend that much time on my junk, I deserve to be treated right, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Got kinda weird, though, when he said I did a "good job with the shave". Uh. Thanks. I guess. I normally keep the lower meadows well groomed, so I guess my experience paid off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;In any event, I'm pretty much 100%. A tiny, tiny bit achey, but not a big deal at all. In three months I'm supposed to bring in a sample so they can test it to make sure all the "boys" are still locked up. I feel kinda bad for those little guys all swimming like hell in a big corn maze only there's no way out, but what are you going to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then I though, wouldn't it be funny to F with the sample? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My friend's wife breeds dogs so, she....urrr....ummm....shall we say takes care of them? I'm not kidding. Yep, into a little sample jar.  Do you think they diagnostic place would notice? I know one thing, the full-breed dog stuff is worth a hell of a lot more than mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Or what if the sample was full! Ewww.....3 ounces. But funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Okay, enough baudiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-6281426926471253238?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/6281426926471253238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=6281426926471253238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6281426926471253238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6281426926471253238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/11/easy-peasey-lemon-squeezy.html' title='Easy Peasey, Lemon Squeezy'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-1975543638823387926</id><published>2010-11-04T12:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:32:20.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vasectomy'/><title type='text'>Dirty Stay-Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well, I get &lt;a href="http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/09/nip-no-tuck.html"&gt;neutered&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;On the plus side, at least I won't be out all night roaming the streets and howling.  Nor will I be dry humping everything that moves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ok.  Maybe I'll just stay off the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-1975543638823387926?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/1975543638823387926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=1975543638823387926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/1975543638823387926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/1975543638823387926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/11/dirty-stay-out.html' title='Dirty Stay-Out'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5915006780471575814</id><published>2010-11-02T16:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:25:06.774-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Creating Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A big political platform, naturally, is job creation.  From what I've seen and heard lately the politicians are &lt;em&gt;absolutely&lt;/em&gt; creating jobs.  Somebody has to make those little signs held up by thin wire posts.  The pin manufacturing guy is helped out as is the sticker making company.  Lest we forget, the bulk-mailing companies and associated print-shops.  Then of course, there's the media experts who film the commercials and the salepeople who sell the radio and TV airtime.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Linda McMahon, the former CEO of the WWE is running for Senate here in Connecticut.  Short of being a businesswoman I really haven't seen &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; credentials indicating she is up for the job.  But, she did pledge to spend $50 million to win the seat!  We can debate the virtues of ultra rich people buying political posts but, hey, that $50 million went somewhere, didn't it?  Much of it paid &lt;em&gt;someone's&lt;/em&gt; salary. Way to go Linda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I voted.  Please do so if you haven't.  Its flawed of course, but its the best government system in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Now, please - I beg you - no more ads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-5915006780471575814?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/5915006780471575814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=5915006780471575814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5915006780471575814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5915006780471575814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/11/creating-jobs.html' title='Creating Jobs'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-922883021119018181</id><published>2010-10-26T09:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:34:41.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costumes'/><title type='text'>Family Costumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Our costumes are set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I will be a Monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mrs. N will be the Cat In The Hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;TLO will be a "Goth Vampire" as she puts it (prettiest vampire I've ever seen).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And TLO II will be a scarecrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bring on the candy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-922883021119018181?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/922883021119018181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=922883021119018181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/922883021119018181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/922883021119018181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-costumes.html' title='Family Costumes'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-150988889110156196</id><published>2010-10-25T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T10:07:35.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Raining Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I work all week and get excited when the weekend arrives.  Sure I got 18 holes in Saturday morning.  Then the rest of the weekend was followed by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1.  Attempt to start lawn tractor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2.  Attempt to jump lawn tractor;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;3.  Diagnose lawn tractor problem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;4.  Drive to tractor supply store for new solenoid;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;5.  Replace solenoid on tractor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;6.  Suck up leaves, drive to curb, dump them;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;7-42.  Repeat;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;43.  Quick soak in the hot-tub with a beer (possibly my favorite point of the weekend;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;44.  Birthday party for my nephew;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;45.  Sleep;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;46.  Wake;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;47.  Drink coffee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;48.  Clean/organize garage;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;49  Start lawn tractor (yay!);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;50.  Rake out gardens;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;51.  Suck up leaves, drive to curb, dump them;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;52-63.  Repeat;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;64.  Drive to in-laws;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;65.  Blow leaves out of gardens;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;66.  Rake up leaves;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;67.  Load leaves in trailer to take to dump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;68.  Notice its raining (YES!);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;69. Eat dinner;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;70. Drive home;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;71.  Watch football until I fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Seems weekends should be more fulfilling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My son rolled over for the first time.  So that's cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-150988889110156196?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/150988889110156196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=150988889110156196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/150988889110156196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/150988889110156196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/10/raining-leaves.html' title='Raining Leaves'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-1465153099022644817</id><published>2010-10-18T11:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T12:05:28.486-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corn maze'/><title type='text'>Lost in Geno's Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TLxu-O-aJ0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/juekNwS07oo/s1600/Lyman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529416457954928450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TLxu-O-aJ0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/juekNwS07oo/s320/Lyman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I knew where west was and I'm an excellent map reader. And we (three adults and a 5-month old) only got off course in the corn maze once or twice. Yet my 7-year-old, her 8-year-old friend and the 8's younger brother managed to beat us through it. Without the aid of a map or discernable plan.  Simple trial and error and a LOT of running. I thought for sure I was going to have to do a "sweep" through the maze to find them. Boy did they delight in beating us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;By the way, that's UConn basketball's ladies' coach Geno Auriemma head and the team mascot Jonathan.&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/5123012403939416916-1465153099022644817?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/1465153099022644817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=1465153099022644817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/1465153099022644817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/1465153099022644817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/10/lost-in-genos-head.html' title='Lost in Geno&apos;s Head'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TLxu-O-aJ0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/juekNwS07oo/s72-c/Lyman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4866485952098487521</id><published>2010-10-14T12:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T13:02:56.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McRib'/><title type='text'>McLovin' McRib</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TLc2Ps7qcJI/AAAAAAAAAgk/06JDKxpXJhI/s1600/fs_McRib_article2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527946711007916178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TLc2Ps7qcJI/AAAAAAAAAgk/06JDKxpXJhI/s320/fs_McRib_article2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McRib&lt;/span&gt; is back! As of November 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;delectable&lt;/span&gt; pseudo-meat breaded concoction will make is long-awaited return. I guess I'm a big fan of any food that's shaped exactly as it came from the cadaver of its origin. I mean, what other sandwich has "meat" in it with fake ribs built in? None!&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/5123012403939416916-4866485952098487521?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4866485952098487521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4866485952098487521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4866485952098487521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4866485952098487521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/10/mclovin-mcrib.html' title='McLovin&apos; McRib'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TLc2Ps7qcJI/AAAAAAAAAgk/06JDKxpXJhI/s72-c/fs_McRib_article2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-2793670797318723659</id><published>2010-10-06T16:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T16:27:40.021-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IRT'/><title type='text'>IRT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TKzbpgcrJQI/AAAAAAAAAgc/bfqapPB_pk4/s1600/irt-deadliest-roads_small_150x100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525032349008078082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TKzbpgcrJQI/AAAAAAAAAgc/bfqapPB_pk4/s320/irt-deadliest-roads_small_150x100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Like many-a-redblooded American male I'm into the show &lt;em&gt;Ice Road Truckers&lt;/em&gt; on the History Channel (although not into &lt;em&gt;Deadliest Catch&lt;/em&gt; - go figure). But this past Sunday night caught &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.history.com/shows/irt-deadliest-roads"&gt;IRT - Deadliest Roads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The truckers from Alaska were doing their thing in the Himalayas. And, holy shit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Combine trucking, which is inheritantly dangerous with Third World roads and absolutley insane drivers and, well, you have a &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/shows/irt-deadliest-roads/videos/irt-deadliest-roads-freefall-freeway#irt-deadliest-roads-freefall-freeway"&gt;good watch&lt;/a&gt;! Insane, I tell you! Some of the drop-offs on the other side of little, or no, guardrails looked to be thousands of feet. And the bridges? Puh-lease! Not &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; bolt needs to be tightened, does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I related to it, however. On my honeymoon, exactly 14 years ago, in Jamaica we stared death square in the eyes and snickered. Our resort was 90 minutes or so from the airport and they were nice enough to shuttle us in but they didn't exactly have terrible respect for human safety down there. Their idea of caution was to use the horn as they pass, uphill, at a high rate of speed around a steep bend. Good thing I bought those Red Stripes from a kid at the airport selling them out of a duffel bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;During the trip we also encountered Carribean Department of Transportation's way of warning of impending doom. It seems the sea had washed out 1/2 the two-lane road. The D.O.T. was thoughtful enough to put up a sawhorse with a faded blinking yellow light as warning. That's it. On a road where speeds regularly exceeded 60 m.p.h. we had a sawhorse as a safety net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ice Road Truckers, I can relate! Sort of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And although we may complain about our infrastructure around these parts, thank God its what it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-2793670797318723659?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/2793670797318723659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=2793670797318723659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2793670797318723659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2793670797318723659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/10/irt.html' title='IRT'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TKzbpgcrJQI/AAAAAAAAAgc/bfqapPB_pk4/s72-c/irt-deadliest-roads_small_150x100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-3174537081644141696</id><published>2010-09-29T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:00:30.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vasectomy'/><title type='text'>Nip no Tuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I just got off the phone to schedule a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vasectomy&lt;/span&gt; for the beginning of November.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeef&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-3174537081644141696?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/3174537081644141696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=3174537081644141696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3174537081644141696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3174537081644141696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/09/nip-no-tuck.html' title='Nip no Tuck'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-1484419740110328134</id><published>2010-09-24T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:47:00.697-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumper stickers'/><title type='text'>Bumper Stickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My wife text me recently about a bumper sticker she saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Save a Tree.  Eat a Beaver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The car was driven by a woman.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-1484419740110328134?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/1484419740110328134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=1484419740110328134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/1484419740110328134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/1484419740110328134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/09/bumper-stickers.html' title='Bumper Stickers'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-2723176132084780732</id><published>2010-09-22T16:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:44:00.225-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot tub'/><title type='text'>Hot Tub</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My inlaws gave us their hot tub. Complete with decking it stands on and the electrical components. Alls I have to do is plug-n-play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,that and pay my new electric bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-2723176132084780732?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/2723176132084780732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=2723176132084780732' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2723176132084780732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2723176132084780732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/09/hot-tub.html' title='Hot Tub'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-7143773236702166208</id><published>2010-09-20T16:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T14:20:22.832-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsay Lohan'/><title type='text'>I Shouldn't Shower With a Radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Lindsay Lohan's in trouble again? No kidding? Can I let you in on a little secret? If she wasn't EVER in trouble I would have NO IDEA who she was. I've never (that I'm aware of) seen one of her movies and I can only name two that she's actually been in off the top of my head: &lt;em&gt;Herbie the Love Bug &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; Mean Girls&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, why do I need to hear about her 24/7? Or for that matter Kate Gosslin or Octomom (God I HOPE she does that porn for $500k) or Paris Hilton (another one who just got in trouble) or a slew of others who seem famous for all the wrong reasons. It's really annoying me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shower this morning, when the radio should be playing the latest shitty Adam Lambert song, I get a 5 minute discertation on what they should do to Lindsay regarding her latest legal fiasco. I find myself yelling out loud, "I don't care! Please! Who cares?" (Plus the female half of this morning "zoo" is a friggin idiot - more of why I get annoyed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Why do we care? Lohan's main crime is killing her own career. That and being born to parents who seemingly blame everyone but her. If she never makes another movie will any of us be slightly affected? Doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God! I have vested opinions! See? Should I know so much about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start playing CDs in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-7143773236702166208?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/7143773236702166208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=7143773236702166208' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7143773236702166208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7143773236702166208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/09/lindsay-lohans-in-trouble-again-no.html' title='I Shouldn&apos;t Shower With a Radio'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4068324661703087132</id><published>2010-09-09T11:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:28:54.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf clubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TLO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dining out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend update'/><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Long weekends are always cool, of course.  But they're even cooler when your birthday falls on the holiday allegedly being celebrated.  Yup.  My birthday fell on Labor Day this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;What a great weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Friday night the entire family went to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0499549/"&gt;Avatar&lt;/a&gt;.  We've seen it on DVD but not in the theater with the entire 3-D experience.  Its truly a stunning movievisually, even if the plot is basically the Pocahantis story.  I must have become desensitized to violence, thought, until I watch it next to my seven-year-old.    But then, she said "cooooooooool!" a few times during some mayhem and let out a "guess that guy won't be using that head again" during a fight seen.  I suppose she's unaffected by it all at this point.  Is that bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Its also funny when people come by picking out their seats and notice an infant.  You can hear the whispers and watch them slink away to another part of the theater.  They just don't know how awesome he is.  He stared that the lights for an hour or so then drifted off to sleep the rest of the time.  Not a peep from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I golfed the next morning and played awesome if I do say so myself.  Best round of the year.  Just in time to tune it up for my annual Cape Cod trip/tournament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then Saturday night we took in some chilly &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/place?hl=en&amp;amp;expIds=17259,25900,26087,26446,26512&amp;amp;sugexp=ldymls&amp;amp;tok=XGHQipXhIIjVr2am14ITSA&amp;amp;xhr=t&amp;amp;cp=9&amp;amp;wrapid=tljp1284048048015118&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=new+britain+rock+cats&amp;amp;fb=1&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;hq=new+britain+rock+cats&amp;amp;hnear=Meriden,+CT&amp;amp;cid=12833468610061641023&amp;amp;pcsi=12833468610061641023,1"&gt;minor league baseball&lt;/a&gt;  courtesy of some tickets we won at a fundraiser.  We had a blast and ate all kinds of bad food.  Our team even won for a change.  Plus their were fireworks afterwards.    Our little boy took it all in.   Easy peesey night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I golfed the next morning and played less than awesome, but still played ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When I arrive home, my little girl was away with her aunt for the night so Mrs. Nouveau took me out to a nice &lt;a href="http://www.mainefishmarket.com/"&gt;seafood dinner&lt;/a&gt;.  We both dressed up a bit and had a nice, but not great, meal.  What struck me that night is how little people care what they look like!  I understand wanting to be comfortable but flip-flops, cargo shorts and a white tee shirt for a Saturday night dinner?  Put a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; effort in please?  Its not Macdonal's.  Are we all that lazy that we can't put on a button-up shirt and some khakis?  Perhaps I'm becoming a curmudgeon.  My little boy was awesome again!  Not a peep except for some smiles when patrons stopped by to say how wonderful he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I golfed the next morning.  Actually played 27 that day, since it was my birthday b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;layed way less than awesome!  Too much of a good thing I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And that night, after my little girl came back, my in-laws wanted to take me out to dinner.  Since it was the holiday many restaurants were closed but we ended up going to a &lt;a href="http://www.sofiasrestaurant.com/"&gt;family place&lt;/a&gt; up their way.   Originally we were just going for pizza, but all ended up getting meals.  A decent chicken parmagian was my choice.  The portion was huge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Guess what?  My little boy was awesome again!  As we were leaving I could hear people in booths nearby commenting how they didn't even know there was a baby in the place.  By the way, our little girl is pretty awesome when out too just to be fair.  But she sure wasn't this easy when she was nearly 4 months old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Oh and my birthday score?  Some quite expensive &lt;a href="http://www.footjoy.com/catalog/productview.asp?c=226"&gt;golf spikes &lt;/a&gt;from the Mrs., a UCONN tee shirt and hat from my daughter and a gift card to Home Depot from my in-laws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A great birthday weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4068324661703087132?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4068324661703087132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4068324661703087132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4068324661703087132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4068324661703087132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-6750047769010079536</id><published>2010-09-03T12:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:32:31.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Number One Son is now over 3 months old and starts preschool on Tuesday.  Mrs. Nouveau has already shed a tear or two about that.  For some reason these "stepping stones" don't affect me in that way.   Classic difference between men and women I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;In any event he's growing like crazy.  He's basically all smiles and wonderment.  Never fussy for more than a few seconds but incredibly wiggly and curious about all that surrounds him.  Makes  for an easy and fun baby, for sure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My other one is growing like a weed too.  I noticed all the kids at her bus-stop had done so.  Amazing how fast kids can grow in 3 shorts months when you havent' seen them.  She's a third-grader now.  Nearly an upper-classman at the K through 5 elementary school.  She's sassy and stubborn and even moody at times.  But damn near perfect!  And she's kicking my ass at ALL the Wii games except for golf.  That seemed to happen over night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The Mrs. has been home since May 19 and returns to work on Tuesday.  She's not looking forward to going back.  I hope from this, she realizes that the place survives without her.  She doesn't need to be there until 7 or 8 at night so often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;In other news:  Hurricane Earl is heading up the East Coast but probably won't impact us too much since it will stay far enough east of here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My team won a golf tournament yesterday in the 98 degree heat.  That was cool and HOT at the same time.  I couldn't even drink beer it was so hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We've now had 33 days over 90 degrees this summer.  Second hottest all time.  Sort of looking forward to fall at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-6750047769010079536?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/6750047769010079536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=6750047769010079536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6750047769010079536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6750047769010079536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5586048515954407303</id><published>2010-07-30T13:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T13:12:13.739-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana peppers'/><title type='text'>BP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Not British Petroleum.  Banana peppers!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sitting here eating my Subway Hoagie/Grinder/Sandwish/Sub/Po'Boy - whatever you want to call it - and thinking that banana peppers make everything better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-5586048515954407303?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/5586048515954407303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=5586048515954407303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5586048515954407303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5586048515954407303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/07/bp.html' title='BP'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-7031156140261416084</id><published>2010-07-20T10:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:57:39.916-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Facebook:  Online Place for Bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Were one to read an acquaintences Facebook page, often times it would be a life desirable by all.  I read pages and think how wonderful their life is and think "that's great"!  Good for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;However, when one reads Facebook pages of those he knows, he quickly realizes its really bullshit.  I mean, really, really bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Its like meeting someone for 30 minutes where they can pretend to be anybody they want.  But once you truly get to know them you quickly figure out who they really are.  Warts and all.  And normally, you accept them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But when my wife's sister posts about her great fiance and how wonderful her life is going I cringe.  I know the real story.  And guess what?  Three days later, they're broken up!  And, frankly her life's been in the shitter for years.  Don't get me wrong, I love her dearly, but &lt;em&gt;puh-lease&lt;/em&gt;!  The same goes for the co-worker I befriended.  Her page is wonderful and full of positivity.  But at work, have to hear day in and day out about how much her life sucks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So then, who are the posts for?  Strangers?  Acquaitences?  Anybody who knows them a little obviously knows what's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then, my mom posts recently about how wonderful her trip down to see us all was.  And from my viewpoint it was terrific.  Below her post, my brother's wife mentions she wishes my mom had stayed longer.  Again, &lt;em&gt;puh-lease&lt;/em&gt;!  My sister-in-law has &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; enjoyed my mom's company and frankly when visiting can't get out of her house quick enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And yet, another extended family member comes across as the sweetest, most compassionate God-fearing saint.  I know her.  She's a bitch who's done and said some &lt;em&gt;horrible &lt;/em&gt;things to and about others.  She's petty, she's back-stabbing and she's mean!  She treats her daughter like shit and is ever so quick to knock anybody down a peg in her own little insecure way of building herself up.  I can't take her even a little.  So much-so that I refuse to "friend" her because I can't tolerate for one second her posts and knowing they're nearly 100% lies!  But then, she's phony to your face too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Those are just a few examples.  Of course, I understand  its about pleasantries and putting one's best foot forward but for some reason it rubs me the wrong way.  I guess I don't tolerate phoniness well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I'm sure blogging is similar.   People want to show their good side.  I get it but I stop and wonder how &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; it all is.  Of course the layers exposed are to put the blogger in the best possible light and all the pronouncements are one side of the story, right?  No doubt that won't change.  And that's fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Good thing my life is perfect though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-7031156140261416084?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/7031156140261416084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=7031156140261416084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7031156140261416084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7031156140261416084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/07/facebook-online-place-for-bullshit.html' title='Facebook:  Online Place for Bullshit'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5400239333487649488</id><published>2010-07-19T11:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:50:28.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myrtle beach'/><title type='text'>Vacation Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Family and I had a nice vacation at the beach.  Hotel was so-so, but the location rocked!  Weather was cooperative, surf was 85 and the waves where great.  We ate out a lot and a ton at a time.  I golfed a few times and it was terrific.   We hit tons of traffic down and back but my little 2 month old was unbelievably great the entire trip!  He's really amazing in his mellowness and it was nice to spend a good solid week with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-5400239333487649488?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/5400239333487649488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=5400239333487649488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5400239333487649488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5400239333487649488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacation-return.html' title='Vacation Return'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-8387300596884688789</id><published>2010-07-06T14:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:34:51.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Its so hot.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Our weather is ridiculously hot this week. Today its 101. Quite rare for southern New England. I mean its &lt;strong&gt;HOT! &lt;/strong&gt;Did you just ask how hot? I mean hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Its so hot....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I just saw two squirrels fanning their nuts. Hot I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cows are giving evaporated milk. Hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Even Satan took the day off. Wicked HAWT (as they's say in Boston).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The National Weather Service just issued a Flash Sweat Warning. Look out! Its hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The trees are whistling for the dogs. Yep. Fucking hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It dipped below 95 and I put on a sweater. Did I mention its hot out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I even got condensation on my butt from the coolness of the bowl water. Now that's HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Okay, enough of that. I'm off to play 9-holes in my golf league. Anybody have a sponge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;** jokes obtained from various sources online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-8387300596884688789?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/8387300596884688789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=8387300596884688789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8387300596884688789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8387300596884688789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-so-hot.html' title='Its so hot.....'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-2526635006819395930</id><published>2010-06-24T15:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T15:53:21.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Blah-blah-blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So,  here's me again complaining I have nothing to blog about.  I keep thinking that, so I don't blog.  That and I'm quite busy lately.  So, just to stay in the loop, some t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;idbits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm really getting too old for softball.  43 years old and boy am I feeling it.  It might be my last year, but the problem is I'm hitting the SHIT out of the ball.  I just struggle to run and field.  I need to find a team where I can DH fulltime and have a runner.  Nah.  Then I'd be bored.  Dunno, but contemplating having this year be my swan-song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Damndest thing recently.  My knee - my &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; knee too - began killing me the other week.  Aching like nobody's business.  And I didn't hurt it but it got so bad that I started dreading stairs of any kind and I had to skip a game.  It went on for nearly 2 weeks and I was getting close to a doctor visit but then, overnight, it got better.  Almost no pain at all.  What's up with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The family vacation this year is to a resort hotel in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.  On the ocean.  Indoor and outdoor pool.  The whole shebang.  Long drive there but plane tickets are riduculous right now.  We're going to make both ways two-day drives.  In any event, I'm really looking forward to it.  Only two weeks away.  Will I bring my golf clubs?  Yes.  Have I told the wife?  Ummmm....I don't believe its come up.  Shame too, because the tee-times are prepaid.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The newest addition to my family continues to amaze us with his mellowness.  He is just so not needy.  I have yet to hear him cry for more than 5 or 6 seconds in length.  And he's 5 weeks old.  He eats like a champ so he does get up at night, but once he's fed he's content to chillax and watch the world unfold.  We can't wait to see how he turns out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Of course we're trying to give as much attention as possible to our 7 year old who's been quite fantastic about the changes in our lives.  She attempts to be helpful and cooperative.  What can I say?  She's terrific if not cleverly sassy.  Hard to get too mad at her sassiness when its back with so much wit and humor.  But we try.  Taking her to the GHO golf tourney this week, then she has golf camp next week, then our vacation, then to my parents in Maine for a  week, then another golf camp, and a visit to Cape Cod.  And many many day trips to the pool.    Summer's should be great for kids, shouldn't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My new truck is still awesome.  Not a hiccup whatsoever.  I love the space and the towability.  2000 more payments and that bad-boy will be all mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Golf this year has been okay.  My new swing is taking its sweet time to come around, but then if Tiger took 2.5 years for his swing to take affect, how long should mine?  He probably hits 1000 balls a day!  My job gets in the way of that.  But I am seeing glimpses of improvement.  That, or I'm hallucinating.  As long as I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; its improvement, that's all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;How about that weather lately?  Hot, chilly, torrential rain, drought?  We're having it all here this year so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pretty boring stuff, eh?  Sorry about that.  Its my life.  Not so boring to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-2526635006819395930?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/2526635006819395930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=2526635006819395930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2526635006819395930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2526635006819395930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/06/blah-blah-blog.html' title='Blah-blah-blog'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-7518159399772081200</id><published>2010-06-18T09:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:03:03.008-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Got Facebook?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Do you have Facebook? I do. But frankly, it bores me to tears. I really don't care if my brother is back from fishing or that some tertiary friend's kid took 5th place in his Jiu Jitsu competition. But, if you have it and you really, really feel compelled to post on it - be careful. Case in point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TBt8a41Jo_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/n84vHR3YrzU/s1600/FB+oops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484113772627469298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TBt8a41Jo_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/n84vHR3YrzU/s320/FB+oops.jpg" /&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/5123012403939416916-7518159399772081200?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/7518159399772081200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=7518159399772081200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7518159399772081200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7518159399772081200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/06/got-facebook.html' title='Got Facebook?'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/TBt8a41Jo_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/n84vHR3YrzU/s72-c/FB+oops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4095473137404443126</id><published>2010-05-26T09:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:01:10.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new baby'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He was born Wednesday May 19, 2010 and mother and child are both doing great!  No complications whatsoever.  He came home Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He's a mellow little bugger.  Fussing consists of a one-time, loud "waaaaa!"  If he doesn't get what he wants in a few moments he does it again.  Loves to eat that one!  And poop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So far so good.  Its been quite easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We could not be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4095473137404443126?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4095473137404443126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4095473137404443126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4095473137404443126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4095473137404443126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/05/welcome-to-world.html' title='Welcome to the World'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-2158943048486047366</id><published>2010-05-14T16:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T16:04:31.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Updating Yet Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;After another delay because they feel his lungs still aren't ready, they're telling us next Tuesday the will induce her, no matter what.  He's just getting too big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-2158943048486047366?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/2158943048486047366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=2158943048486047366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2158943048486047366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2158943048486047366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/05/updating-yet-again.html' title='Updating Yet Again'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-6233383242720820430</id><published>2010-05-05T11:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:59:38.438-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;No baby yet. They tested to see if TLO II was ready to be induced into the world but he needs to bake in that oven another week.  Kinda like checking a cake, no?  Evidently, this one just ain't ready yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So, we'll miss out on our little Cinquo de Mayo bundle of joy and we're a bit disappointed because we were getting anxious to meet him. But we can wait another week or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well. At least I can. She's had enough smuggling basketballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-6233383242720820430?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/6233383242720820430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=6233383242720820430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6233383242720820430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6233383242720820430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-2475287894783877124</id><published>2010-04-22T10:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T10:49:12.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Cinquo De Mayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Of course, with gestational diabetes they worry about the size of the baby.  He's really grown a ton in the past month or so.  Therefore, on May 4 they will do an amnio to make sure his lungs are ready and if they are, we will go in May 5 (Cinquo De Mayo) and they will induce her.  He should be about 8 pounds at that point and only 2 1/2 weeks early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His room's not ready but other than that, we can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-2475287894783877124?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/2475287894783877124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=2475287894783877124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2475287894783877124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2475287894783877124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/04/cinquo-de-mayo.html' title='Cinquo De Mayo'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-8221817302394677469</id><published>2010-04-13T12:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:35:33.255-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phil Mickelson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>Tiger Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I can't root for Tiger Woods anymore.  I used to be a big fan, but I just can't root for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I was riveted watching the Master's on Sunday and was rooting for Phil Mickelson the whole time so I was VERY glad when he won. Especially given all his wife and mom have been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.  Enough Tiger already.  Please.  There's plenty of good golf stories that don't involve him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-8221817302394677469?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/8221817302394677469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=8221817302394677469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8221817302394677469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8221817302394677469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/04/tiger-who.html' title='Tiger Who?'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4596593380889271875</id><published>2010-04-08T13:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:44:30.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm still around.  No baby just yet, though.  All is well unless you account for some Gestational Diabetes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, looking forward to my first weekend without overnights at the Casino.  Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4596593380889271875?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4596593380889271875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4596593380889271875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4596593380889271875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4596593380889271875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/04/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5176195342468993447</id><published>2010-03-19T12:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:06:17.497-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='part-time job'/><title type='text'>Cuttin' Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We're is such a good place financially that I've decided to quit my part-time job as a Blackjack Dealer.  Its been a fun two years and the extra money was awesome (even moreso with our new union contract).  But the time is here for me to enjoy the summer and welcome our new baby and get a few more hours of sleep per weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I go in tomorrow night I will give two week's notice.  I'm pretty stoked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-5176195342468993447?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/5176195342468993447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=5176195342468993447' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5176195342468993447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5176195342468993447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/03/cuttin-back.html' title='Cuttin&apos; Back'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-3464750288210703079</id><published>2010-03-09T11:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:58:09.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antonio Cromartie'/><title type='text'>How Many With Who From Where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;My Jets recently acquired &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/p/sports/jets/cash_for_kiddies_CCy0WKcGJc6usqimWaO7cK"&gt;Antonio Cromartie&lt;/a&gt;.  He of the seven children from 6 women in 5 states.  Evidently, they had to help him with his support payments until he starts the season and gets a paycheck.  Oh brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly how much is a pack of condoms these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-3464750288210703079?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/3464750288210703079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=3464750288210703079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3464750288210703079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3464750288210703079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-many-with-who-from-where.html' title='How Many With Who From Where?'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-6807149493120471709</id><published>2010-03-05T12:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:29:38.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Up is Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I've never been overseas and was completely unaware that in England you flip the switch "down" to turn the light on.  I would find that a more difficult adjustment than right hand drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-6807149493120471709?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/6807149493120471709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=6807149493120471709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6807149493120471709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6807149493120471709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/03/up-is-down.html' title='Up is Down'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4016941324756628246</id><published>2010-02-25T13:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:07:24.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Marbles Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I said it before, I'll say it again: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the Employees of Dewey, Suem  &amp;amp; Howe:  check twice and if there's still marbles, FLUSH AGAIN!  Thank you for your anticipated cooperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4016941324756628246?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4016941324756628246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4016941324756628246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4016941324756628246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4016941324756628246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/02/marbles-again.html' title='Marbles Again?'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-6443575813012281672</id><published>2010-02-24T09:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T09:23:00.335-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf clubs'/><title type='text'>Golf Clubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I went into Golfer's Warehouse over the weekend to have the grips on my clubs replaced and check my lie angles for any necessary adjustments.  The service guy told me my clubs were really, really worn out in that the grooves on the face were nearly gone.  I do hit a ton of balls but I didn't really notice.  However, it was obvious after comparing them to new ones.  After I inquired about what to look for, he proceeded to show me clubs he thought were perfect for me.  I hit them and liked them and all that but I was waiting for the kicker;  price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  He sold me the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; expensive clubs in the store (I would have gladly paid much more - these are a last year's model too) and provided documentation showing how that particular model is as good as any other in the store and how converting my 3 and 4 iron to semi-hybrids and changing my shaft flex would immediately help my game.  He was so excited &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; me, that it was infectious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said he'd give me an additional 20% discount if I didn't mind the demo set.  Hell, they'd be "demos" in my bag after hitting them once.  So I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went for it.  I bought them then and there.  But he couldn't find the club head covers for the demo set so he ended up giving me the brand new, boxed set for the demo price since I had already paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of an impulsive purchaser at times, but lately I've been taking care to do my research.  But I just trusted this guy right away.  I really felt he was looking for me, not store profits.  Yet, I was worried how much he might have "played me".  Perhaps he was just a great actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he was dead on that they were perfect for me as far as I could tell from three trips to driving range (great weather past few days).  And....I couldn't find the clubs within $250 of the price I paid at Amazon.com or anywhere else online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty happy camper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on Spring now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-6443575813012281672?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/6443575813012281672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=6443575813012281672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6443575813012281672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/6443575813012281672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/02/golf-clubs.html' title='Golf Clubs'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-3635339055756164811</id><published>2010-02-23T16:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:37:17.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='receipts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunkin Donuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch Heberg'/><title type='text'>What's Your Return Policy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Although I don't buy donuts often, my addiction for coffee rather frequently has me in Dunkin' Donuts (they of the franchise every 350 feet for so - seriously, do we need them across the street from each other?  Its gettin' to be rigoddamndiculous) to purchase a cup.  At which time, they insist on giving me a receipt.  You know what?  I'm all set.  Keep your paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the late, great Mitch Hedberg.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="entrybody"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I bought a doughnut and they gave me a receipt for the doughnut. I don’t need a receipt for a doughnut. I’ll give you the money, you give me the doughnut…end of transaction. We do not need to bring ink and paper into this. I just cannot imagine a scenario where I would have to prove that I bought a doughnut. Some skeptical friend: “Don’t even act like I didn’t get that doughnut…I got the documentation right here! (pause) Oh wait, it’s back home in the file under ‘D’ for doughnut.” ‘Cuz we all know what ‘D’ is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~&lt;em&gt;Mitch Hedberg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-3635339055756164811?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/3635339055756164811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=3635339055756164811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3635339055756164811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3635339055756164811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/02/although-i-dont-buy-donuts-my-addiction.html' title='What&apos;s Your Return Policy?'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-807266140436274763</id><published>2010-02-18T11:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:54:34.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shuffle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Random Sounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I hit "shuffle" and here are 10 Random Songs from my Blackberry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Can't Fight this Feeling - REO Speedwagon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lol - something about REO that brings me back to being 15.  Good times!  Should I be embarrased that's on there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Love Remains The Same - Gavin Rossdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such a good tune.  And I was a big Bush fan too.  (The BAND, people!  Get your minds out of the gutter!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3.  Layne - Aaron Lewis - WCCC Live at Planet of Sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love Aaron Lewis' (he of Staind, of course) voice even though I don't always care for the songs he does.  This is live and unplugged and its pretty cool, but I have to admit, sometimes I skip it when it comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Zoo Station - U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can never go wrong with some U2, but, like Aaron Lewis, I find I skip their songs sometimes.  I think I have to be in a certain mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5.  In the End - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frankly, I'm not sure why this band's not MORE popular.  They have so many great songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6.  Allentown - Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have tons of Billy Joel in my phone and I think, for the most part, his music holds up great.  Perhaps its the stories he tells in them.  Plus it brings me back to college.  Good times!  Isn't so much of music nostalgia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7.  Hole Hearted - Extreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a sucker for good guitar work and  Nuno Bettencourt never disappoints.  I guess he's playing in Rihanna's band now.  Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8.  Falling Away From Me - Korn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like Linkin Park I'm surprised this band doesn't get more accolades.   They're cool in that they get their darker sound from use of tuned down 7-string Ibanez guitar&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Rock and Roll Aint Noise Pollution - AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AC/DC needs NO explanation.  And don't you dare hate on them or its "go time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10.  Sweet Home Alabama - Lynyrd Skynyrd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guitar-based band I enjoyed back in the day.  I don't mind rocking out to them once in a while (and I LOVE playing their songs) but I do skip over them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it.  I'm surprised Creed and/or Shinedown didn't come up since I have tons of their stuff loaded.  But I typed what I heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-807266140436274763?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/807266140436274763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=807266140436274763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/807266140436274763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/807266140436274763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-sounds.html' title='Random Sounds'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-3672128282456370432</id><published>2010-02-15T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:10:37.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><title type='text'>Skating for Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Do the male figure skaters in the Olympics have to hold a Teddy Bear while they're waiting for their scores?  Isn't that a bit.....ummmm......much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be anxious to see if the hockey players hold one between shifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-3672128282456370432?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/3672128282456370432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=3672128282456370432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3672128282456370432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3672128282456370432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/02/skating-for-bears.html' title='Skating for Bears'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-414152462888211206</id><published>2010-02-12T14:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:36:58.445-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>6 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We're fast approaching 6 months and everything is going along well.  Of course by well, I mean, I'm fine and my main concern about the new baby, finances, especially $1000 per month childcare, are in really good shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she's a bit uncomfortable with some growing pains, exhaustion, swollen ankles and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;achey&lt;/span&gt; nipples pretty much 24/7.  But, like I said, I'm fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offsetting those items though are really big boobs, which are nice, clear, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;porcelain&lt;/span&gt; skin and that glow.  That glow that is endemic to pregnant women.  Its just beautiful.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;All is &lt;/span&gt;well on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homefront&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-414152462888211206?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/414152462888211206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=414152462888211206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/414152462888211206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/414152462888211206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/02/6-months.html' title='6 Months'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4086329576029959816</id><published>2010-02-11T10:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:54:29.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowstorm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>What Up Babs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Chicken Little screamed and clawed and clucked.  But in the end, the sky didn't fall.  Nor much else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days!  Three days we heard about the impending snowstorm.  "Barbara" they named her.  High winds.  Deep snows.  Impending doom, they said!  Doooooooooooom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools closed the afternoon before.  Predictions had 10 to 18 inches, with higher amounts possible.  One storm would meet another.  We should all stock up on bread and water and Chef-Boyardee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if it was a little late in arriving but only by, oh, 7 hours or so. Of course, then the amounts were reduced to 6 to 10 inches.  Flakes fell.  Barely.   However, it merely coated the grass and created wet pavement.  Stay indoors unless travel is absolutely necessary, right?  But certainly, the wallop was to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 6pm forecast, snowfall amounts were reduced to 2 to 5 inches.  Woah!  Bad enough, I guess, but, what the HELL am I going to do with the 32 cans of Beefaroni and 7 loaves of bread I bought in preparation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At daybreak today I arose early so as to allow time for snow removal and school delays.  Racing to the window, I threw open the sash and looked upon the winter wonderland.  Initially surprised to find the window wasn't completely blocked by drifting snow, I anticipated the the beauty and purity of newfallen snow covering all in a Snuggie of white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw it.  The devastation television forecasters  and ticker tape warnings that were foretold - we had maybe, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;, 1 and one-half inches of snow!   Babs wasn't quite the bitch we feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my can opener?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4086329576029959816?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4086329576029959816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4086329576029959816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4086329576029959816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4086329576029959816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-up-babs.html' title='What Up Babs?'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-1754579787057050826</id><published>2010-02-09T09:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:26:53.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tailgating'/><title type='text'>Back Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/S3FwbtkBq7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/GplNgiOI5uo/s1600-h/Toyota-Prius_2010_thumbnail_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/S3FwbtkBq7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/GplNgiOI5uo/s320/Toyota-Prius_2010_thumbnail_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436249846602378162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A menacing little Toyota Prius was tailgating me half-way to work today!  Sort of like being chased by Freddie or Jason or something.  I was askeered!  Guess his brakes were working today, though.  Phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-1754579787057050826?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/1754579787057050826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=1754579787057050826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/1754579787057050826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/1754579787057050826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-off.html' title='Back Off'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/S3FwbtkBq7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/GplNgiOI5uo/s72-c/Toyota-Prius_2010_thumbnail_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5700611216964120205</id><published>2010-02-05T11:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:30:59.287-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superbowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gambling'/><title type='text'>Superbowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;How should I bet the Superbowl?  Any thoughts?  I'm saving money like crazy right now pending expensive child-care in a few months, but I can scrape up a couple bucks to make the game interesting.  I just don't know which way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we'll play cards and have our money grid, but I need to bet the game somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking Colts (4.5 point faves) and the "over" (56.5 - wow!) in a teaser.  Therefore, I would GET 1.5 points for the Colts (they could lose by 1) and the over under would be reduced to 50.5.  I've done well with these in the past, but not a great feel this year.  Any thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're not betting it, or have other rooting interest, you can cheer the game on my behalf.  So thanks in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-5700611216964120205?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/5700611216964120205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=5700611216964120205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5700611216964120205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5700611216964120205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/02/superbowl.html' title='Superbowl'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-9161046409507822402</id><published>2010-01-27T14:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:21:33.247-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wardrobe malfunction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I was having a wonderful day - being productive and in a generally good mood here at the office.  Went to the rest room and ----- my friggin zipper is broken!  It won't work!  I think I need to go home.  I really liked these pants too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-9161046409507822402?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/9161046409507822402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=9161046409507822402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/9161046409507822402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/9161046409507822402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/01/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4976041181227482671</id><published>2010-01-20T10:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:16:21.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Fallon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pants on the Ground'/><title type='text'>Jimmy Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;In honor of my previous "&lt;a href="http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/01/pants-on-ground.html"&gt;Pants on the Ground&lt;/a&gt;" post, I present Jimmy Fallon's sendup of the song, as Neil Young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2WfUzNYPwo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2WfUzNYPwo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4976041181227482671?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4976041181227482671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4976041181227482671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4976041181227482671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4976041181227482671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/01/jimmy-young.html' title='Jimmy Young'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-2037532179432540067</id><published>2010-01-19T09:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:28:42.551-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby names'/><title type='text'>Boy-O-Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be a boy.  We found out a few weeks ago.  I'm good with that but then I would have been good with another daughter too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently, I'm in naming negotiations with my wife and daughter.  My daughter's name was easy.  We had it picked out 10 years before she was born and although it slowly became more common, but we stuck with it.  She has probably 4 nicknames that have nothing to do with her given name too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to Junior* my last name doesn't allow for some common boy names and my daughter's name (in my opinion) doesn't allow for "yuppie" type names - since she has one it would seem too much to have another (am I over-thinking this?).   Some of my wife's suggestions I've found not enticing at all.  Of course, we've had fun with some crazy names as well.  Recently I threw a new name in the mix as did my daughter and our original boy name for our daughter is still alive, but on life support.  I could live with the Little One's suggestion - and I suspect that may win in the compromise - but none of my wife's suggestions so far grab me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesame Street, pop culture and cartoons have further limited our selection.  Surely, we can't name our son Kermit, Phineas, Magic, Ferb, Damien, Grover, Kramer, Slash or Dr. J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we have 4 months to figure it all out.  Any suggestions for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*** No, I'm not going the "junior" route - I really, really don't like that - no offense to those that have done it but it seems to me to say "I'm so great I named my kid after me" - plus all the credit report confusion it creates ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-2037532179432540067?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/2037532179432540067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=2037532179432540067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2037532179432540067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2037532179432540067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/01/boy-o-boy.html' title='Boy-O-Boy'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5283742186835866330</id><published>2010-01-14T12:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:27:43.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>Pants on the Ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pants on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Pants on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' like a fool with your pants on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;With the gold in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Hat turned sideways&lt;br /&gt;Pants hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Call yourself a cool cat&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' downtown with your pants on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Get it up, hey!&lt;br /&gt;Get your pants off the ground&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' talkin' with your pants on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Get it up, hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Get your pants off the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lookin' like a fool with your pants on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you watched American Idol last night, you'll know this tune all too well.  Probably rattling around in your head all day.  I know its in mine (that, and the theme to Super Mario Brothers Wii).  Catchy and damn if he doesn't have a point.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvCQsVcHN7c"&gt;Click here for more&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-5283742186835866330?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/5283742186835866330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=5283742186835866330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5283742186835866330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/5283742186835866330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/01/pants-on-ground.html' title='Pants on the Ground'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4701728324157958263</id><published>2010-01-13T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:10:00.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avatar'/><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We tried to see Avatar over the weekend.  I knew it would be a huge hit so I wanted to get there early so as not to get shut out.  Stupid me.  Everyone buys tickets online now.  The ENTIRE evening was sold out WAY in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'oh!  Guess I'll wait until it comes to DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4701728324157958263?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4701728324157958263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4701728324157958263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4701728324157958263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4701728324157958263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-3824294690729537738</id><published>2010-01-12T15:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:07:26.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Hope Its Not Regifted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So, right before Christmas our gas stove shit the bed.  Apparently, appliances, in the excitement of the holidays, get overloaded and die around that time.  Happens often, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good husband that I am, I got her a new one for Christmas. Nice huh?  No?  Well before you think me a cold-hearted, unromantic SOB, note that I also got her a new kitchen garbage pail that matched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-3824294690729537738?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/3824294690729537738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=3824294690729537738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3824294690729537738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3824294690729537738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/01/hope-its-not-regifted.html' title='Hope Its Not Regifted'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-3143213439576903788</id><published>2010-01-06T13:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:17:33.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet'/><title type='text'>Toilet Dangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Does anyone have one of those piston-activated toilet seat covers?  You know, the ones that gently lower the lid after a touch of the finger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have them in my bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love them -- except.  I forget &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; toilets don't and have found myself catching the seat.  One of these days its going to be LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-3143213439576903788?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/3143213439576903788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=3143213439576903788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3143213439576903788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3143213439576903788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/01/does-anyone-have-one-of-those-piston.html' title='Toilet Dangers'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-7656763748494136198</id><published>2010-01-05T16:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:00:57.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><title type='text'>Wee Wii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Is one out of shape if they're sore the day after playing Wii Boxing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?  Good.  I would hate to think I'm out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-7656763748494136198?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/7656763748494136198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=7656763748494136198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7656763748494136198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7656763748494136198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/01/wee-wii.html' title='Wee Wii'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-3443287655333554190</id><published>2010-01-04T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:37:05.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I've been checking in periodically but just haven't had anything interesting to post about.  Holidays, busy at work, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-3443287655333554190?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/3443287655333554190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=3443287655333554190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3443287655333554190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/3443287655333554190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-7903753141677613624</id><published>2009-12-09T09:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:46:14.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Amish DUI?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/Sx-4IZnfw8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/xCcfPsHSjy8/s1600-h/Amish"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/Sx-4IZnfw8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/xCcfPsHSjy8/s320/Amish" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413247731577635778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091209/ap_on_fe_st/us_odd_amish_buggy_dui"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; struck me a a little funny, seeing as no one was injured.   My question:  shouldn't the horse have had his back and stay between the lines?  What kind of wing-man is that?  Did they even check the horse for being under the influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-7903753141677613624?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/7903753141677613624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=7903753141677613624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7903753141677613624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/7903753141677613624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2009/12/amish-dui.html' title='Amish DUI?'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Nh29HOTh3w/Sx-4IZnfw8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/xCcfPsHSjy8/s72-c/Amish' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-2576591456715221981</id><published>2009-12-08T11:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:54:03.913-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoarders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><title type='text'>Hoarders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Have you seen this show Hoarders?  Holy shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one level I can kinda understand the inability to throw things out - constantly worried that one will need certain items in the future or finding sentimental attachment for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then this one lady had saved her used adult diapers for over 2 years!  Oh my God!  It was absolutely revolting!  I'm just glad I don't have smell-o-vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sad illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-2576591456715221981?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/2576591456715221981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=2576591456715221981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2576591456715221981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/2576591456715221981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2009/12/hoarders.html' title='Hoarders'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-8380025918744225331</id><published>2009-11-17T12:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:19:12.851-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Caught!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;For the most part I don't mind driving the piece of shit 4-door Infinity company car until I am seen in it by an old friend;  like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that shallow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-8380025918744225331?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/8380025918744225331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=8380025918744225331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8380025918744225331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8380025918744225331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2009/11/caught.html' title='Caught!'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-1566719333418693191</id><published>2009-11-12T16:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:21:22.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>3 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We've passed the critical 3-month stage and the doctors are very pleased with how things are progressing.  We're estatic as  well, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-1566719333418693191?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/1566719333418693191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=1566719333418693191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/1566719333418693191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/1566719333418693191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-months.html' title='3 Months'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4578785533064457193</id><published>2009-11-10T14:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:41:30.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yardwork'/><title type='text'>Awesome Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Monday was an awesome day!  Wanna know why?  By my calculations its the longest possible time until the next batch of leaves fall that need to be raked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was 67 degrees out and sunny.  So I spent it raking and transporting leaves to the curb.  Fun, huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work all week to look forward to the weekend.  I went to college so I could have a better job than something tedious and manual.  Yet -- I spent my weekend doing something tedious and manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4578785533064457193?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4578785533064457193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4578785533064457193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4578785533064457193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4578785533064457193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2009/11/awesome-day.html' title='Awesome Day'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-4508397541165720438</id><published>2009-11-06T15:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:09:29.630-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non sequitar'/><title type='text'>Two Great Tastes in One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Surprisingly, Gummy Bears and Iced Coffee don't go well together.  Whoda thunk it?  Ick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-4508397541165720438?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/4508397541165720438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=4508397541165720438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4508397541165720438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/4508397541165720438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-great-tastes-in-one.html' title='Two Great Tastes in One?'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-8424056736477160501</id><published>2009-11-05T13:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:13:46.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>Life Is Good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Played some late season golf at a terrific &lt;a href="http://www.lakeofisles.com/"&gt;club&lt;/a&gt; yesterday with some friends.  Brisk out but tons of laughs and the course was most impressive.  We followed it with some pizza, beer and blackjack at the Connecticut's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mohegansun.com/gateway/index.html"&gt;casino&lt;/a&gt;.  I won $35 too.    Life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5123012403939416916-8424056736477160501?l=nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/feeds/8424056736477160501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5123012403939416916&amp;postID=8424056736477160501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8424056736477160501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5123012403939416916/posts/default/8424056736477160501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-late-season-golf-at-terrific-club.html' title='Life Is Good.'/><author><name>NouveauBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfVdSQm35qE/TYoYzqGvuVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-l6BkyxzVhI/s220/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
