<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482</id><updated>2009-12-29T08:45:43.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Malitz Muse</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings of a Texas Rose</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>764</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-2914052573303542670</id><published>2009-12-28T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:11:17.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Know How She Feels!</title><content type='html'>An elderly woman in her nineties had a visitor from her church come to see her at the nursing home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How are you?” the visitor asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,” said the elderly woman, “I’m just worried sick!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You look like you’re in good health. They take good care of you here, don’t they?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, yes, they take good care of me here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you have any pain?” the visitor asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I can’t say I do,” the elderly woman replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then what has you worried sick?” the visitor asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly woman leaned in and explained, “All of my closest friends have already died and gone to heaven. I’m sure they are all wondering where I went!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-2914052573303542670?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2914052573303542670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=2914052573303542670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/2914052573303542670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/2914052573303542670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-i-know-how-she-feels.html' title='Sometimes I Know How She Feels!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-3946965725285228189</id><published>2009-12-16T08:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:08:14.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe's Gift- With a Little Help From The Biggio Elves</title><content type='html'>Her name was Chloe and a form of cancer took her just two days before her ninth birthday. With the help of her family, her friends, and Craig Biggio and his family, Chloe's spirit lives on in each teddy bear handed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened Tuesday morning at the Clinical Care Unit at Texas Children's Hospital. Build-a-Bears for every sick child and it was all Chloe's idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It came straight from her head. Build-a-Bear was one of Chloe's favorite things to do, to go to the stores and build bears. The first time she decided to do it for the patients was her first year that she spent in the hospital on chemotherapy which was December 2006. She said she knew she would be in the hospital that Christmas, but she also knew that she would not be the only one there so she wanted all the patients on the floor to have a bear. That's how it started," said Chloe's mother, Joyce Castillo. "Chloe physically went around and handed out the bears." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happened that at the same time Chloe was in the hospital, Craig's son Connor was in Texas Children's successfully fighting a blood infection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We got a knock on the door and it's Chloe and her Dad. She doesn't recognize me, but the Dad does. He says, 'Chloe, this is one of the Astros.' And she goes, 'Is that my favorite player, Jeff Bagwell?' And I go, 'No I'm not, but he's my favorite player too," said Craig Biggio. "That's how we started a relationship. She's a very special girl. Unfortunately, she's not here anymore, she lost her fight, but we didn't want to see this go away." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig and Patti's daughter Quin had a birthday party with her friend Kaitlyn and instead of gifts, they asked for Build-a-Bear certificates and everyone made a bear. So did Chloe's friends and family and Tuesday they brightened up a lot of faces at that special time of year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It makes me feel really great to make other kids feel happy, even when they're sick," said Quin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tradition Chloe started and her family and the Biggios will see to it that. That's what Chloe wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We lost Chloe about 18 months ago, We want to continue to honor our daughter and her legacy. We know how much this meant to her," said Castillo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig said, "One of her last days here, I brought Jeff Bagwell up and she got to meet him. They're a very special family and she was a tremendous girl." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone who's helping continue Chloe's dream, one little lady said it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you!" she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig helped Chloe get involved with the Sunshine Kids and she participated as long as she could. A big heart in a little girl who was thinking of others. It's a real Christmas story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Copyright ©2009 KTRK-TV/DT. All Rights Reserved.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-3946965725285228189?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3946965725285228189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=3946965725285228189&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/3946965725285228189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/3946965725285228189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/12/chloes-gift-with-little-help-from.html' title='Chloe&apos;s Gift- With a Little Help From The Biggio Elves'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-4036401481749946838</id><published>2009-12-14T11:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:26:18.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Come, Easy Go- Well Maybe</title><content type='html'>I have survived the first week of Nanny Duty. Right now it is eerily quiet because they are now watching a cartoon show instead of racing around the house. First they emptied the toys out of the toy box and used it as a hiding place. Then the three year old decided to race his litle Nascar 24 around the house. He can't be Spiderman today because his little costume has a number of holes. Actually if he sneezes it might just fall apart. He just doesn't get the fact that without his costume he has no powers. Oh well powers come and go with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several years without money, it was good to have a little extra. Of course that little extra came and went quickly. Funny how that happens. We decided to use the extra money to get new sheets and a comforter set for the bed. After eight years it was time for something new. The last new set we got was around the time my grandson Brad was born. Eight years is a long time for a bed set. The skirt was so ripped up I tripped and bitched a lot. So we splurged on a new set. We went from green cotton to brown suede. We bought some light chocolate milk sheets which were 400 thread count, very soft. Now I wonder what the 800 count feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also bought some dvds and cds which I had been looking at for a while. I'd been debating with myself on getting this and when I found a good deal, I took it. I also salivated over PCs and laptops at Fryes...Hey Santa...Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought of easy come, easy go. A week's work done and so was the money. It's a good thing I'm part Scottish. In other words tight with money. Now I have to wait another week. Funny how things add up. I just thought all that money was mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-4036401481749946838?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4036401481749946838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=4036401481749946838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/4036401481749946838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/4036401481749946838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/12/easy-come-easy-go-well-maybe.html' title='Easy Come, Easy Go- Well Maybe'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-3948256639711251058</id><published>2009-12-10T13:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:15:05.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The More Things Change, The More They Stay the Same.</title><content type='html'>I knew what to expect when I moved back to Houston for the most part. Houston traffic has not changed. The Texans are still waiting to improve. In other words, no championship again this year. People are still the same. The dogs, Lady and Daisy got right back into the rhythm of things. Of course now they have to put up with Rowdy. Two girls against one boy. And of course now there are two cages in the dining area with two rabbits in them. Well, after all it did freeze and we didn't want the rabbits to get too cold. I can't believe the dogs haven't try to bother them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things just fall into place unexpectedly. I started work as a nanny for Amanda's boyfriend's kids. He's had some problems with childcare, but he's lucky because his company is very understanding about his situation as a single dad. It was timing I guess because I was thinking of trying to figure out how to make a little extra money. Amanda asked if I would be interested and of course I said sure. So I go to their house and watch the two little ones all day while dad works and the older child, David goes to school. The two younger ones are a boy,three and a girl, two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do feel like SuperNanny Jr. At two and three, the kids think that can do what they want. I sometimes think that the older one thinks he can push me around. Ha He apparently has never met the immovable object...me. And of course the word "no" seens sometimes to be spoken in a foreign language to him. If I say no, or stop, he just looks at me...Yeah, just keep pushing kiddo. I do think that after a couple of days he is begining to realize that I don't play that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda texted me the other day to ask how it was going. I said fine. I haven't killed the kids yet and the house is still standing. Of course that was before I untied them and pulled the tape off their mouths. No, I didn't really do that! I do remember those days when my kids were little and tried to battle me. They lost that war too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a bad gig for some extra money. Now where did I put my extra set of eyes...oh yeah! Hey kids quit swinging from the ceiling fans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-3948256639711251058?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3948256639711251058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=3948256639711251058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/3948256639711251058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/3948256639711251058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-things-change-more-they-stay-same.html' title='The More Things Change, The More They Stay the Same.'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-114952353413684189</id><published>2009-12-07T12:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:53:13.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Mean I Can Only Pick One?</title><content type='html'>I'm getting back into the swing of things here. Lady and Daisy have a new playmate. Rowdy is a tiny mini dapple dachshund. So far they seem to get along. I'm not even going to try to explain the rabbits. Yes I said rabbits. I don't plan to walk them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of getting back into the routine has been watching football. Until this last game I really thought the Houston Texans had a chance to get into the playoffs. Now it's just another version of wait till next year. But I have discovered that I am in the middle of a serious conflict. No, not between Jimmy and me or the three dogs, but football. I've tried to keep up with the progress of my two favorite college teams,Texas and Alabama. All season long Florida, Texas and Alabama continued to win. Florida held the #1 ranking all season, followed by Texas and Alabama as either #2 or #3. Each took on their rivals and won the games. Sometimes they won pretty, other times they all won ugly. As good as Florida has been over the last couple of years, I was positive they would win the SEC Championship, putting them against Texas in the BCS National Championship game. But oh no, the Football Gods had a wicked sense of humor. I knew it would culminate with the annual conference championship fight of Florida vs Alabama. Florida, being the better team, would beat Alabama. I would be sad, but I figured Texas could beat the Gators for the National Championship. At least my Horns could be #1. So who is the idiot who threw the monkey wrench into the mix? What I didn't expect was for the Crimson Tide to roll all over the Gators! I watched the game and could not believe what I was seeing! Bama had not played this well all season as far as I could see. Now things started to get dicey. Huh?? Alabama beat Florida??! Hum, now what? I assumed that Texas would beat the 9-3 Nebraska team for the Big 12 title. Once again the Football Gods played a dirty trick on me. The Longhorns actually, to me, lost that game! With one second left in the game the Horns kicked a field goal to win the game. The whole game was hard to watch. Talk about a nail biting type of game! Yikes! How in the world...???!!! I had visions of the BCS folks pulling their hair out. If Texas lost, chaos would have erupted like a volcano. TCU and Cincinnati would have screamed for a shot at the championship. Even Boise State would have said they deserved consideration. But by the grace of the Football Gods, the Horns eked out a literal last second win. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas I now find myself with a question. Who do I pick to win? All year I watched my teams continue to win. Now that they are playing each other for that football trophy and bragging rites of "We're #1!" I'm conflicted. Texas or Alabama? Longhorns or Crimson Tide? Why me? Why do I have to pick one over the other? I'm a longtime Texas fan and I'm a lifelong Alabama fan. What do you mean I can only pick one?! Ok, which one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-114952353413684189?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/114952353413684189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=114952353413684189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/114952353413684189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/114952353413684189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-do-you-mean-i-can-only-pick-one.html' title='What Do You Mean I Can Only Pick One?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-1324635402128409621</id><published>2009-12-04T11:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:51:55.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home in Houston- So Where's the Snow?</title><content type='html'>I think it's called back to basics. I'm trying to remember what and how to do things here. I haven't cooked in over eight months. So how do I turn that stove on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighborhood hasn't changed much but I'm not thrilled with what has been done with the street at the front of the neighborhood. The powers that be have finally decided that the street must be widened. Perry Road is a very busy place for sure. But by widening it we've lost our yard. The dogs have no place to walk other than the neighborhood streets. I'm not thrilled about that and neither are they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lady and Daisy walked in, they discovered a new dog in the house. That must have been a come down. Rowdy is a male mini-dachshund, dapple colored. He thinks he is in charge.The girls don't think so. They are getting along well though. But Rowdy does not seem to get the message that he is supposed to do somethings outside. Of course dachshunds are stubborn. But so am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there are two more additions here. Two dwarf rabbits that were Amanda's but she didn't have room for them when she moved. Now they have taken up residence on the patio. Let's see- three dogs, two rabbits and two fish tanks. Just your average zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week long the weather forecasters talked about snow on Friday. How come it always snows around me but not where I want it? It snowed here last year on Dec.10th. With today's snow it is the earliest ever snowfall. So where's mine? It snowed in the little town where we used to live and it still falls. So far, I'm disappointed cause I've only seen a few flakes. So where is the 3-5 inches in my neighborhood? Ah ha! I see two flakes flying freely. Hey! Come back here! Drop all those inches right here! I want to see what three little dogs would do in a snow drift! Would you believe disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy, now the dogs want to go out. Oh wow, what do I see? Another flake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-1324635402128409621?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1324635402128409621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=1324635402128409621&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/1324635402128409621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/1324635402128409621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-home-in-houston-so-wheres-snow.html' title='Back Home in Houston- So Where&apos;s the Snow?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-3012077570065511227</id><published>2009-11-24T09:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:32:46.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to Remember This Holiday Season</title><content type='html'>1. Someone in this world loves you.&lt;br /&gt;2. A smile from you can bring happiness to someone - even if they don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Every night someone thinks about you before they go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;4. You mean the world to someone.&lt;br /&gt;5. Without you, someone may not be living.&lt;br /&gt;6. You are special.&lt;br /&gt;7. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes out of it.&lt;br /&gt;8. When you think the world has turned it's back on you, you probably turned your back &lt;br /&gt;   on the world.&lt;br /&gt;9. When you think you have no chance to get what you want, believe in yourself and &lt;br /&gt;   sooner or later you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;10.Always remember the compliments you receive, forget the rude remarks.&lt;br /&gt;11.Tell someone how you feel about them. They will feel better when they know.&lt;br /&gt;12.Thank God you are alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-3012077570065511227?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3012077570065511227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=3012077570065511227&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/3012077570065511227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/3012077570065511227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-to-remember-this-holiday-season.html' title='Things to Remember This Holiday Season'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-5722020100714818823</id><published>2009-11-20T13:32:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:18:12.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Replacing the Dynamic Duo isn't Easy</title><content type='html'>The Dynamic Duo, also known as Bailey and Landry has broken up. I'd like to say it was creative differences, but it wasn't. It seems their manager, Annie came to the conclusion that the workload of the fun loving twosome was more than she could handle. Maybe there just weren't enough hours in the day for all that had to be done. And of course traveling with the two of them plus two little boys would be a comedy of errors. Just visualizing Jason and Annie in the front seats while Skylar and Michael share the back seat with two labs. All of this in a Neon. I wonder who would actually drive the car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on but the duets won't. Alas, like other great teams, times change. Look at history- Anthony and Cleopatra, Abbott and Costello, Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis, Brad and Angie(the jury is still out on that one) where are they now? Nothing lasts forever. So Bailey and Landry are now working solo. A friend of the family took Landry and now Bailey patiently waits to see if she'll come back.Or maybe she wonders where she will go. Sadly due to the size and lack of time as soon as a good home can be found, Bailey will be working on a new act too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of this gut-wrenching decision an interloper joined the group. Annie, ever the soft touch, drove into the driveway last week and discovered a tiny chihuahua sitting there. Lost and forelorn, the little thing was an instant hit with the boys. Jason suggested to Annie that she put a notice of "lost dog" in the paper. Seceretly hoping no-one would call, Annie reluctantly did it. So far there has not been much interest. So after getting a bath to rid him of an entire town of fleas Nacho has made himself at home. At least he will be easier to travel with compared to two labs. Only time will tell. Who knows how this sory will end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going back to Waco for Thanksgiving so we will see how Nacho handles car rides.He's become Annie's little shadowman. At Christmas Annie, Jason, the boys and Nacho will go to El Paso to see Jason's family. The dachshund duo and I will stay in Waco. While the Dynamic Duo has broken up, the new star, Nacho, seems to enjoy his role. Not exactly the same as two black labs, but just try to keep up with what amounts to a barking Mexican Jumping Bean.Only time will tell what happens next.That's show biz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-5722020100714818823?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5722020100714818823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=5722020100714818823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/5722020100714818823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/5722020100714818823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/11/replacing-dynamic-duo-isnt-easy.html' title='Replacing the Dynamic Duo isn&apos;t Easy'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-610465609011456943</id><published>2009-11-13T09:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:20:46.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Go Out Walking</title><content type='html'>I go out walking, not a midnight, but during the day. Walking around the tiny hamlet of Ozona is a little like going back in time. Most of the buildings here are very old, some more than 100 years old. There are large mansion size old homes that must be over 50 years old as well as neighborhoods where the homes seem to be stuck in the 50's and 60's eras. Some homes are of brick or stone while others are made of stucco. There are others that make me think a siding salesman hit the jackpot. Once in a while there may be turkeys wandering around the yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mother, who was an artist, would have enjoyed painting here. Just looking at the rustic buildings and the colors of the trees would have made her look for a place to sit and create. Walking around all the trees can be a bit of a trick sometimes. The oak trees are shedding the acorns. Walk by the local Church of Christ and my feet crunch constantly the acorns that have fallen on the sidewalk. I guess the squirrels have picked up all they want. If I really wanted to, I could probably bag a lot of pecans. Everyday I hear them fall onto the carport. Slap, bang, clunk is an ongoing sound. They fall on the lawns, driveways, and streets. Daisy can't figure out what to do with them. Sometimes I would like to shell a bunch of them and eat them for snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most appealing sights to me are all these trees. Of course there are all the old oak and pecan trees. But there are others, too, like maple, hackberry and cypress. As I go out walking I can see the gradual color change of the leaves. I didn't see very much of this in Houston. As I look around at the trees swaying in the breeze I notice how vibrant the colors are. As the trees get ready to shed their leaves, Mother Nature takes control. Like my mother, she is an artist. There are trees still wearing green while others have been colored with the brilliant gold or yellow leaves. Others have been painted orange or dark red. My mind's eye must savor this because in a matter of weeks the leaves will give up and fall to the ground. The streets and lawns will be littered with dying leaves that will turn brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are not many places here that cannot be reached by walking. But not every area has sidewalks. And of course being a small town I think those sidewalks are rolled up after sundown. Much of Ozona "shuts down" early. There is no WalMart or even a McDonalds. There is a Sonic. But there is no movie theater, certainly no "chain" stores. For those, it's 1 1/2 hour drive to San Angelo. Plan ahead is the key. Ozona is a relaxed sort of place. Nobody rushes, unless they are late for church. Most of the residents don't even lock the doors at night. They don't even worry about locking their car doors or leaving things in them. I can't get over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around here makes me think of lots of different things. There is a certain peace here. "The stars at night are big and bright, deep in the heart of Texas" to quote an old song. But then I also think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ...The woods are lovey, dark and deep,&lt;br /&gt;        But I have promises to keep,&lt;br /&gt;        And miles to go before I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;        And miles to go before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-610465609011456943?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/610465609011456943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=610465609011456943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/610465609011456943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/610465609011456943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-go-out-walking.html' title='I Go Out Walking'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-224855241573819025</id><published>2009-11-06T13:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:26:13.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Epitaph to My PC</title><content type='html'>My dear computer it is hard to see you sit there waiting but not willing.&lt;br /&gt;You worked hard for me, You helped me keep up with news and friends.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts of all kinds were kept on you, You never told unless I said to.&lt;br /&gt;With you, I entangled myself in the world wide web.&lt;br /&gt;I found prices on everything from air-fare to houses, cars and yes even computers.&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot of things thanks to your searches.&lt;br /&gt;You and your big monitor companion were the top of the line when we bought you.&lt;br /&gt;Was it seven years ago? More or less I can't remember. We've been through it all. &lt;br /&gt;We moved you from several different homes. You never complained,well maybe a little.&lt;br /&gt;You got sick when you were still under warranty. But you were fixed and continued on.&lt;br /&gt;When I had no cd player, you happily played everything from oldies to the new stuff.Thanks to you and your partner, the monitor I could keep up with TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;I even kept up with my sports teams when I could not see them on TV.&lt;br /&gt;But you as you got older, you didn't want to work as hard. Disk boot failures, etc.&lt;br /&gt;We thought about replacing you. Yes the newer machines are sleeker, smarter, faster.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't complain when we had to to find a new place to live.&lt;br /&gt;Off to Waco we went. A new life for both you and I. We even went to Ozona together.&lt;br /&gt;Your virtual memory started complaining and you lost connection a lot. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you buffered painfully slow. Then without warning, it happened. &lt;br /&gt;I turned you off because we were going to Waco for Halloween trick or treating.&lt;br /&gt;When we came back I pushed your button as usual. But something was not right.&lt;br /&gt;As if to tell me your life's work was done, you left a message on the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Jason" examined you. Sadly, your illness was terminal. &lt;br /&gt;Oh I guess I could get you a new hard drive, but at your age? Maybe death is better.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say "Dear PC,I don't think I like you anymore" as Rodney Carrington would.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I will go on without you for I have resisted laptops. But...&lt;br /&gt;For now I'll have to muddle through on the family pc's here and in Waco.&lt;br /&gt;Twitter, Facebook, and the Malitz Muse will not be the same without you PC.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace PC. You did your job well. I will miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-224855241573819025?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/224855241573819025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=224855241573819025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/224855241573819025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/224855241573819025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/11/epitaph-to-my-pc.html' title='Epitaph to My PC'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-5207171776411537559</id><published>2009-11-05T12:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:23:34.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Gang in Heaven?</title><content type='html'>One day St. Peter saw a street gang walking up to the Pearly Gates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter ran to God and said, "God, there are some low-life street gang members at the Gates. What do I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God relied, "Just do what you normally do with that type. Redirect them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter went back to carry out the order, but he suddenly came running back and yelling, "God, God, they’re gone! They’re gone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The street gang?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, the Pearly Gates!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-5207171776411537559?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5207171776411537559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=5207171776411537559&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/5207171776411537559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/5207171776411537559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/11/street-gang-in-heaven.html' title='Street Gang in Heaven?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-3058455132944630558</id><published>2009-11-03T11:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:55:14.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Gotta Be a Pony in Here Somewhere.</title><content type='html'>There are days when we all have things go bad. I can certainly relate to that fact. Some of us handle things better than others.Me, I tend to get crabby. Me-crabby? Hell, yes. Sometimes I almost want to say "what the Hell did I do to deserve this?" It's then I have to remind myself of what I do have. What would I do without my daughters Annie and Traci? I don't even want to think of that. I'm very lucky and blessed to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are days when I finally make up my mind to look forward. Ok, I'll talk to Jason, see what he thinks. Hummm. Interesting. Then I talk to Bobby. Ok,they both think I can do this. So I start researching things. Well this might take a while to accomplish what I need to do. I need to do this, I need to do that. Oops, I stepped in that hole again. Now I have to brush off the shit and re-think things. Oh, ok, this is not impossible. Yeah, no car, no job. But, this is not insurmountable, keep looking ahead. Let me check out some things online. Uh...what is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another problem I have found. Jeez, come on. Just how much of this shit do I have to shovel? After coming back from Traci's house for Halloween, I turn on my computer. What is this? According to my pc, it's dying. When I turned it on, it presented me with an ominous message. My hard drive might(is) bad. Jason checked it out for me. Yeah,it looks like the patient (pc) is terminal. Crap! More shit! In my mind's eye I see yet another roadblock. So, what do I do now? I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning I see a Bible passage. Hebrews Chapter 10, verse 35 "Cast not away...your confidence which hath great recompence of reward". I guess I'm supposed to "keep the Faith, baby". I read somewhere that when problems keep being put in your way, the reason is that the Enemy knows you are improving and moving forward and this is his way to discourage you.  Or it could just be that I keep getting into all this shit cause if I did deep enough I'm gonna find a pony and it will be a Grand Champion! I'd like to think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-3058455132944630558?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3058455132944630558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=3058455132944630558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/3058455132944630558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/3058455132944630558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-gotta-be-pony-in-here-somewhere.html' title='There&apos;s Gotta Be a Pony in Here Somewhere.'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-6623491255099730369</id><published>2009-10-27T13:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:36:40.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Misadventures of Bailey and Landry</title><content type='html'>In case anyone cares -  it was cold last night! It was a three dog night and I'm short on dogs. Lady and Daisy aren't quite enough. We could have had four dogs in the house. We did for a while.Just imagine two mini-dachshunds and two labs all in the same room. Let's see I fished two toys out of the labs mouths yesterday. Hum. The labs usually stay outside but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie got a call saying her dogs had gotten out and were roaming the street. Luckily they were found and brought back. Bailey and Landry (named after characters on "Friday Night Lights") were very, very naughty. Yes, even Supernanny, Jo Frost would probably not have been happy with them. So how did they get out?  Over the last several weeks I had seen them standing at the fence. They would stand on their hind legs watching me take Lady or Daisy out in the front yard. Bailey and Landry would bounce around on their hind legs, wagging their tails. They wanted to play. It occurred to me that if they gave it some thought they could easily jump the fence. So when they went awol Annie and I figured that might be what they had done. When they escaped a second time, we really got worried. I was outside walking Lady when the two labs came bounding up the street to see us. Want'a play? We ended up bringing them inside until we could think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course bringing two BIG dogs inside was not what Lady and Daisy wanted, not to mention what Willy, the cat, thought. So after grabbing the toys out of the "big mouths" we had to clean all the toys up and put them out of reach. The labs just wanted a little fun. Willy was not happy with the chase game. Daisy bared her teeth every time they came near her. "Don't you dare put your paws on me" she seemed to say. Lady just growled. She stood her ground against the giants. Daisy tried to run and hide, except when Annie brought the BIG rawhide bone inside that Bailey and Landry like to play with. Daisy actually swiped it out from under them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason Bailey and Landry liked to follow me around the house. Every where I went they followed. They oddly seemed at ease around me and stayed "calm and submissive" as "The Dog Whisperer" Cesar Milan would say. I would think it a little crazy myself but for the fact that most dogs seem to like me. I don't know how many times I have been some place where they was a mean or annoying dog. The owners would always tell me "He's mean or he bites..." Not me! I sit down and almost any dog thinks suddenly I am the best friend! Maybe they think I look like a dog? I don't think I smell like a dog. At least no-one has told me that. Sometimes I wonder if dogs liking me is a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when Jason got home from work he went out to the back yard, thinking that Bailey and Landry might have to be tied onto a lead outside for a while. Let's face it. Two big, lovable dogs and two little boys could spell trouble inside a house. The dogs could stand up at the counter and steal supper with no problem. Lady and Daisy have to wait until something drops. But Jason found the problem. The dogs had not jumped the fence has we had suspected. They just walked out the back of it. It seems that one side which was connected to the neighbor's fence had come loose making a nice open door. Aha! The escape route had been found. Once Jason solved the problem, the fence was once again intact. The adventures of Bailey and Landry came to an end. Further escape was foiled. That is until they really learn how to jump the fence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-6623491255099730369?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6623491255099730369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=6623491255099730369&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/6623491255099730369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/6623491255099730369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/10/misadventures-of-bailey-and-landry.html' title='The Misadventures of Bailey and Landry'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-2867594474206247787</id><published>2009-10-23T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:04:07.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman Gets Ticket For Not Speaking English</title><content type='html'>A Dallas area woman's daughter missed the school bus. So naturally the mother was a little bit upset. She hurried to her car to take her daughter to school. In her rush she apparently forgot to grab her driver's license. Oops! That was her first mistake. I'm sure there are many of us who have done the same thing. Shame, shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman got pulled over by a Dallas police officer for making an illegal U-turn. He also ticketed her for no driver's license and then he also gave her a third ticket for being a non-English speaking driver. Say what? Well there is a federal law that says commercial drivers must speak English. But there is no such state law for individual drivers in Texas. The woman is learning English so it is not as if she spoke no English at all. For most people it is humiliating enough to get one ticket while taking a child to school. She got three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the media jumped all over this story. The Dallas Police Department regretted what happened and said they thought it was clearly a mistake by an officer in training. The woman said it seemed to her that the rookie cop needed more training. A court dismissed the non English speaking driver ticket. I just hope she doesn't plan on getting a job as a commercial truck driver. At least until she has learned to speak English a little better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-2867594474206247787?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2867594474206247787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=2867594474206247787&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/2867594474206247787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/2867594474206247787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/10/woman-gets-ticket-for-not-speaking.html' title='Woman Gets Ticket For Not Speaking English'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-3038273777963365425</id><published>2009-10-21T12:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:07:42.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Persistence Pays, Or How to Annoy the Hell Out of People</title><content type='html'>We are often told when we are young to work hard and be persistent. Chase those dreams, never give up. Keep trying. In everything from school work to athletics, to job hunting, we are told keep trying. But how much persistence is too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how annoying a whining child can be. Sometimes we give in just to shut them up. I even remember how annoying spouses can be. I really don't miss that. My dogs sit up and beg for what ever they want at the moment. They will sit there in front of me, just staring at me until I notice them. Then, of course, I have to get up and do something for them. Once again they get what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget the telemarketers, sales people or bill collectors either. Just how many times do I have to tell those cemetery plot sellers that I will only be there three days, don't bother me again. Even if I tell them I want to be cremated they want to sell me a plot to bury my ashes. Have you ever gone to the mall only to be accosted by some sweet young woman who wants to spray the latest perfume on you? No thank you, let go of my arm! I almost slugged one gal for following me. Talk about persistent!&lt;br /&gt;There is a bill collector who calls everyday to my cell phone number. I wonder who had that number before me. They keep leaving a voice-mail telling me to call a number.I wonder if I can block them from calling my "SmartPhone". Then again maybe the phone just isn't that smart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the high point of annoying persistence happened this morning. Poor Annie has been beset with a bad case of allergies. She can't sleep and sneezes a lot. She was really tired this morning so she went back to bed. In the meantime, a friend of hers called, and called, and called. You'd think she would get the message that Annie is not going to answer the phone. No she kept calling, first the house phone, then Annie's cell phone. I lost count after the tenth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the reason the woman persisted in calling? She had driven by the grammar school and saw an ambulance there. She assumed that it was there for one of Annie's children. Why would she automatically assume that? So she tried to call Annie over and over. Thinking the worst the friend would not give up. When she could not get Annie to answer the phone, she then called Jason's office only to find out that he was not there. He was out on business. But the woman assumed that there must be something wrong.  Yeah, there was! She was annoying me! How could Annie get any rest with the phone ringing so often? I have always thought that if no-one answered, leave a message. If she had called me that many times, she might not have liked what I would have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get ahead in this world we do have to try hard to achieve out goals and never give up.It's a good mindset to have. Never back down, keep fighting for what you want. On the other hand, we can persist to the point of annoying the Hell out of everybody. Who's up next and what the Hell do you want now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-3038273777963365425?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3038273777963365425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=3038273777963365425&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/3038273777963365425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/3038273777963365425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/10/persistence-pays-or-how-to-annoy-hell.html' title='Persistence Pays, Or How to Annoy the Hell Out of People'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-6429192105143186201</id><published>2009-10-20T23:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:28:47.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Advise</title><content type='html'>This was written by 90 year old Regina Brett of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland, Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;8  It's OK to get angry with God.. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer&lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;24. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt;25. Frame every so-called disaster with these words ''In five years, will this matter?".&lt;br /&gt;26. Always choose life.&lt;br /&gt;27. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt;28. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;29.. Time heals almost everything.. Give time, time.&lt;br /&gt;30. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;31. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;32. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;33.. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;34. Don't audit life Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;35. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br /&gt;36. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;br /&gt;37. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;38. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;39. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back..&lt;br /&gt;40. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;41. The best is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;42. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;43. Yield&lt;br /&gt;44. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.&lt;br /&gt;45. Friends are the family that we choose for ourselves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-6429192105143186201?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6429192105143186201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=6429192105143186201&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/6429192105143186201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/6429192105143186201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-advise.html' title='Good Advise'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-1355809602181611606</id><published>2009-10-19T18:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:08:05.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't think This Top 10 came From Letterman</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;  Top 10 Reasons God Created Eve &lt;/h3&gt;                          &lt;div class="jokeModuleContent"&gt;                 &lt;p&gt;10. God worried that Adam would always be lost in the garden because men hate to ask for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. God knew that Adam would one day need someone to hand him the TV remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. God knew that Adam would never buy a new fig leaf when his seat wore out and would therefore need Eve to get one for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. God knew that Adam would never make a doctor's appointment for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. God knew that Adam would never remember which night was garbage night.5. God knew that if the world was to be populated, men would never be able to handle childbearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. As "Keeper of the Garden," Adam would never remember where he put his tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The scripture account of creation indicates Adam needed someone to blame his troubles on when God caught him hiding in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. As the Bible says, "It is not good for man to be alone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When God finished the creation of Adam, He stepped back, scratched His head and said, "I can do better than that."&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-1355809602181611606?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1355809602181611606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=1355809602181611606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/1355809602181611606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/1355809602181611606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-think-this-top-10-came-from.html' title='Don&apos;t think This Top 10 came From Letterman'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-7510309054080251116</id><published>2009-10-14T10:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:04:42.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow News Day? Females in the News</title><content type='html'>First Lady Michelle Obama is now an "action figure" doll. Would you buy it? She is wearing her signature sleeveless dress.Even the doll's arms look good. Of course there is no word on what "action" the doll does. Nor is there any comment from the White House about the doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Shriver is in hot water with her husband Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger of California. She's been caught using her cell phone while driving. Yes, some photographer caught her and now the pictures are all over. Gov.Schwarzenegger vows to "take swift action". Will the First Lady of California have her driver's license suspended by the governor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretary of State Hillary Clinton says she is at "peace" with herself and has no plans to run for President or even governor of any state. Really? So if the current President does not get re-elected what will she do? Somehow I don't see her as the happy homemaker type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus has quit Twitter. Oh how the world will just have to do without her tweets. Daddy,"One hit wonder" Billy Ray Cyrus wants her to get back on the bird and continue tweeting. Her boy friend doesn't. Now what was that song...? Oh yeah -"Achy, Breaky Heart". Get a life Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most interesting (sort of) news of the day is the story from Akron,Ohio.  Chetania Davis,22,  pleaded guilty to misdemeanor assault. Apparently Ms Davis attacked her 52 year old co-worker in the face with a stilleto heel. It was the co-worker's first day on the job. The attack occurred in the co-workers' dressing room. They both work at a club as exotic dancers. The younger dancer said she did not think the club needed any more dancers. The judge on the case sentenced Ms. Davis to one year probation and suspended a six month jail term. Ms. Davis accepted the plea because she wanted to move on with her life. Hopefully she was wearing a different pair of shoes when she said that to reporters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-7510309054080251116?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7510309054080251116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=7510309054080251116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/7510309054080251116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/7510309054080251116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/10/slow-news-day-females-in-news.html' title='Slow News Day? Females in the News'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-5692741057387171648</id><published>2009-10-13T12:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:31:35.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Used to Do It but Now I Don't Remember</title><content type='html'>Uh, now how do I do this again? Have you ever thought about something you hadn't done in a long time? When you thought of that did it occur to you that you might not remember how to do it? Do you ever really forget things, or wish you could?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my son in law said something about fixing a favorite meal. We all have meals that we have as our "specialty" to cook. Some people grill steaks very well. Others make great chili or soup. In the South there are people who make really good Southern fried chicken. Here in Texas there are people who take great pride in their Mexican style food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought about this I wondered. Let me see...it's been seven months since I have actually cooked any thing. I thought about different things I used to fix for supper. Then the thought struck me - how do I make that? I don't remember. I used to do this all the time. Now, uh what do I do? Most of the things I have cooked were not "recipes" from a book. They were just things observed or tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mind wandered. What/who else is out there that I don't remember? I haven't driven in a while. I'm going to have to take the whole driving test over to get a new license. Hum, will I be able to answer the questions, or drive on the correct side of the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a game that was popular in the seventies that my first husband taught me to play. Too bad I can't remember the name of the game. But after I learned how to play, I used to regularly beat my husband. Of course he would immediately go into a snit and complain that I made stupid moves. When he got mad and quit playing I had to remind him that the stupid moves were the ones he taught me. But if I tried to play it today I would not know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have relatives that I would not know if I bumped into them. Of course there are people I could have met yesterday and I still would not know their name.There are old friends I wish I could remember. Then there are old boyfriends/husbands I wish I could forget. Did you know that Elvis sang a song called "I forgot to remember to forget"? The song was about trying to forget about a lost love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an old saying - "Use it or lose it". Is that really true? If we don't do something routinely, do we forget how? Hum, well, I haven't had (close your eyes children) the "Big S" in a while. When the time comes (if ever) will I remember how? Would it be fun re-learning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else don't we do any more? Who writes letters? Letters? It's easier to Twitter or IM. Get or read directions? Who reads a street map? It's easier to buy a GPS system for the car than ask someone which way to a street. Yeah, just remember that GPS (also known as Bitch in a Box) might show your street as a vacant field or to turn left in one half mile after you have already turned into your driveway. Remember the Lexus that can parallel park itself? I want to take the driving test in that Lexus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there have to be other things that I used to do. Can I do them now? I don't know, I can't remember what they were. So how can I remember if I used to do them? Well I guess I didn't use/do them enough, so I've lost them. Where am I? Did I forget to eat again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-5692741057387171648?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5692741057387171648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=5692741057387171648&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/5692741057387171648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/5692741057387171648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-used-to-do-it-but-now-i-dont-remember.html' title='I Used to Do It but Now I Don&apos;t Remember'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-4424840239245406783</id><published>2009-10-10T10:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:34:13.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Bulletin Bloopers</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Johnson will be entering the hospital this week for testes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the rector's illness, Wednesday's healing services will be discontinued until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a church bulletin during the minister's illness: God Is Good--Dr. Hargreaves is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday morning following services we will have our monthly feelowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said during a congregational prayer when leading prayer for unsaved loved ones: “Father, we just want to pray for our unloved saved ones.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift up our Messianic brothers and sisters in Israel who are suffering during our prayer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, even though he diets, yet shall be live.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a church postcard: “I have received Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. I would like a personal call.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church sign: “Jesus Saves!” Safeway sign across the street: “Safeway saves you more!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-4424840239245406783?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4424840239245406783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=4424840239245406783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/4424840239245406783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/4424840239245406783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/10/church-bulletin-bloopers.html' title='Church Bulletin Bloopers'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-4204453029222204162</id><published>2009-10-08T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:12:37.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bare With Me Before I Throw a Fit</title><content type='html'>I got a wild hair up my backside to change my template. I picked out one I liked and finally with Annie's help got it up. Of course nothing in my life seems to be easy. After I got it up and started to customize it I discovered that I had forgotten to write some of my lists down. So forgive me if I get cranky. I am trying to remember what I need to put on here and where it will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have a headache. My grandson and I were going to take Daisy for a walk. Then he decided that he would rather throw leaves at me then walk the dog. Then he got in trouble by telling me that I'm not "the boss". So we didn't go for a walk and he cried all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not all. It seems that Daisy has taken a liking to sticking her head into the cat's box and getting the little droppings out and eating them. I sure hope they are tasty! I've spanked her several times, to no avail. She didn't do this at Traci's house and that box doesn't have a top. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now, I'm getting frustrated because I have so much to do on this. I do like the picture because we have some lakes in Texas that look a lot like it. For I quit, for now. I didn't realize how much extra work I would have to do here. Hopefully I will get it set up better soon. Otherwise I am going to be in a bit of a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am going to get something to eat and a glass (maybe two) of wine. I hope tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-4204453029222204162?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4204453029222204162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=4204453029222204162&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/4204453029222204162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/4204453029222204162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/10/bare-with-me-before-i-throw-fit.html' title='Bare With Me Before I Throw a Fit'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-86477308859085088</id><published>2009-10-02T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:10:33.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Mom Scolding in the Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt; Sampson, get your hands off of that lion, you don't know where it's been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt; David, I told you not to play in the house with that string! Go practice your harp. We pay good money for those lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt; Abraham! Stop wandering around the countryside and get home for supper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt; Shadrach, Meschach and Abendeco! I told you, never play with fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; Cain! Get off your brother! You're going to kill him some day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Noah, no you can' t help them. Don't bring home any strays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Gideon! Have you been hiding in that wine press again? Look at my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; James and John! No more burping at the dinner table, please. People are going to call you sons of thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Judas! Have you been in my purse again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Jesus! Close the door! You think you were born in a barn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-86477308859085088?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/86477308859085088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=86477308859085088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/86477308859085088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/86477308859085088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/10/top-10-mom-scolding-in-bible.html' title='Top 10 Mom Scolding in the Bible'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-387191084815880760</id><published>2009-09-28T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:23:13.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's That Smell?</title><content type='html'>Something smells in the neighborhood. What a wonderful fragrance to start the day. I had not even had my coffee. The smell is giving Annie a headache. She says it smells outside. Intrepid adventurer that I am, I decided to check things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had seen Annie's labs, Bailey and Landry, watching something intently in the shed/chicken coop. There are no chickens here. The dogs like to hang out there in rainy or cold weather. They kept looking around, but refused to go near.They did voice their opinions loudly. What do they see? Nothing seemed amiss as I walked toward the shed. Then I saw something move. No, not a snake or a buzzard which I had seen a few days ago. In the back corner, behind the bicycles was a skunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing we had to get the dogs out of the way. I'm surprised they hadn't already attempted to battle the real life "Pepe la Pew". But they had apparently kept their distance. Annie herded the labs into the house. Then we looked for a number for some kind of animal control. It's not an easy number to find in the local phone book. Annie ended up calling a number in Ft. Stockton to find out some information. Thankfully since Ft. Stockton is  about 1 1/2 hrs away, they were able to give her some numbers of local "animal" people. Most of her calls went straight to voice-mail. She did finally get hold of a guy who happened to be near. He was working on something in a pasture and said he could be here shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the time waiting for him babysitting a skunk. First it moved around in the shed. Then it got out and wandered around, but could not figure out how to escape. Well, actually he did escape through the fence but when he saw the big dogs across the alley he decided I was better than them. Back into the shed he went. Then he got brave and tried to run to freedom along the side of the fence. Not the brightest animal in the world, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he ran around the back of the yard, I wondered what he thought. Apparently not much I guess. As I followed him around the back yard he ultimately trapped himself. He made a mistake of crawling into a length of pvc pipe. As I stood watching the pipe, the animal control guy came in. He was the "substitute". The official animal control person is also the local bailiff and was in court. She had all the traps. Naturally. So the other guy and I decided to leave the skunk in the pipe which was 8-10 feet long. He blocked the ends with cinder blocks which Annie got a couple of garbage bags and some duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wonder how safe all of this was. The plastic bags were thin and tore easily.But he managed to seal the ends of the pipe and took the unwanted guest, pipe and all away in the truck. He said he'd release it out on some farmland a couple of miles down the road. I hope the farmer doesn't mind. Then he asked if Annie wanted the pipe back. A resounding "NO!" was the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life in the hamlet of Ozona. I thought buzzards were looking at me for a meal the other day. Grasshoppers bounce all over the place. The one thing I have yet to see are the turkeys that walk around town unmolested. Apparently they are a common sight. Wonder what I'll find next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-387191084815880760?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/387191084815880760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=387191084815880760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/387191084815880760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/387191084815880760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-that-smell.html' title='What&apos;s That Smell?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-3885241090186131740</id><published>2009-09-25T10:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:17:55.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Re-birth of Me</title><content type='html'>The last few months have been a roller coaster ride for me. Up and down, over and under, my feelings and thoughts have been on a wild ride. At times it has been easy to feel defeated. Then there have been moments of peace. Those moments which were few have now moved in with me. I think they are here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy. I don't care. A few weeks ago, before I decided to visit Annie, I was sitting in my bedroom in Waco thinking.Too much time on my hands? Some would probably say yes. Me, I was struck by a thought. How I came to this thought I can't really say. This thought, oddly enough, left me with a good feeling. To explain or describe this feeling is difficult at best. It's as if someone spoke to me and said, "You'll be ok, I have a plan for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling was spooky to the skeptic in me. The more I thought about it the more I questioned myself. Yet this feeling would not, and has not changed. I know, somehow, there is something out there waiting for just the right time for me. Is it my fertile mind dreaming or it this some sort of an epiphany? I don't know. I can't shake this feeling. I can't explain how or why I have this. How do I explain this to anyone? How do I not sound nutty.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that God sometimes speaks to a person's heart. I've never really believed it before now. Trying to explain this hasn't be easy. So Annie suggested I talk with Chris, the Pastor of their church. Well... I'm not sure about that. What good would that do?  I'm like, eh? Well, ok. It couldn't hurt, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a meeting with Chris who is a very nice, very young, and very tall man. He and his wife are a nice couple and have two adorable little boys. His wife teaches the women's study group. I've gone a couple of times with Annie and Jason to church. He brings out good thoughts in his sermons. So I thought, what the heck. I'll give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Chris about what had happened to me and my current, unshakable feeling. I asked him all sorts of questions. He was thoughtful and gave me some insight into things. We talked for over an hour. He listened and offered suggestions. Messages  or feelings such as mine can be true. I must continue to listen. Yes, he told me I will be all right. I am in the right place and with continued study and faith, the plan will happen. I must be ready. When will the plan come to fruition? That question will be answered when the time comes. Not my time - His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready. Sling all the arrows you want, throw all the rocks you have.  I won't be defeated. I only need patience. My time will come. I have the Power with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-3885241090186131740?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3885241090186131740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=3885241090186131740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/3885241090186131740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/3885241090186131740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-few-months-have-been-roller.html' title='The Re-birth of Me'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-5151606114635150601</id><published>2009-09-23T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:54:21.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen Sarcasm</title><content type='html'>1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt or a leaky tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's always darkest before dawn, so if you're going to steal your neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If at first you don't succeed...Skydiving is not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10923482-5151606114635150601?l=malitzminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5151606114635150601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10923482&amp;postID=5151606114635150601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/5151606114635150601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10923482/posts/default/5151606114635150601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malitzminutes.blogspot.com/2009/09/zen-sarcasm.html' title='Zen Sarcasm'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04772276287127697852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>