tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123278992009-02-28T21:31:34.196-08:00Quid Novi?I want cupcakesechotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-64256780712715331332007-03-18T11:01:00.000-07:002007-03-18T11:07:23.582-07:00Allison Tepper Singer<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/liAuBpJYckc"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/liAuBpJYckc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />This woman is some piece of work!!! She says within earshot of her Autistic daughter that she wanted to drive off a bridge but didn't because she has a Normal child at home also. Note that this woman made $120,000 last year for her "work" with Autism Speaks. ALSO note that no one in the Autism Speaks organization actually HAS Autism. They seem to just be these type of "loving" parents.<br /><br />I'm off to go hug my Tiger and thank the Lord that He saw fit to give him to me instead of some wacked out mother. If ever I had the "why me?" question answered...this is it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-6425678071271533133?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1171353933264494452007-02-13T00:04:00.000-08:002007-02-13T00:05:33.283-08:00Hello!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/1039/1600/45306/claudia%2012-25-07.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/1039/320/457415/claudia%2012-25-07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-117135393326449445?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1161318591046801552006-10-19T21:29:00.000-07:002006-10-21T20:51:19.040-07:00The Best YouTube Ever<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nda_OSWeyn8"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nda_OSWeyn8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Related links<br /><div class="Section1"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><a title="http://www.alabamaleprechaun.com/" href="http://www.alabamaleprechaun.com/">http://www.alabamaleprechaun.com/</a></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><a title="http://www.wheredagoldat.com/" href="http://www.wheredagoldat.com/">http://www.wheredagoldat.com/</a></span></span></p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-116131859104680155?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1159335185695321492006-09-26T22:02:00.000-07:002006-09-27T14:24:05.323-07:00Little Bit Country..............<span style="font-weight: bold;">Are you a little bit country or a little bit rock and roll?</span><br /><br />You're a little bit country if you have ever seen a headless chicken run away.<br />You're a little bit rock and roll if the head was in your mouth.<br /><br />You're a little bit country if you have ever eaten a porkrind with hair still attached.<br />You're a little bit rock and roll if you have ever........................with hair still attached.<br /><br />You're a little bit country if your dog has given you fleas.<br />You're a little bit rock and roll if your <span style="font-style: italic;">boyfriend</span> has given you "fleas."<br /><br />You're a little bit country if you chew on grass.<br />You're a little bit rock and roll if you smoke the grass.<br /><br />You're a little bit country if you have ever worn leather chaps.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>You're a little bit rock and roll if you have<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>worn nothing but the leather chaps.<br /><br />You're a little bit country if you have ever chased a pig.<br />You're a little bit rock and roll if the pigs have ever chased you.<br /><br /><br />I know for sure there are some readers out there that can come up with better ones than these!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-115933518569532149?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1156909904698037002006-08-29T20:50:00.000-07:002006-08-29T20:54:53.116-07:00Lookalikes??This is cool and I stole it from <a href="http://thinksink.blogspot.com">Jeff!</a><br /><a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="Click here to create your own Celebrity Collage on MyHeritage - best site for your family tree and photos" alt="Click here to create your own Celebrity Collage on MyHeritage - best site for your family tree and photos" target="_blank"><img width=400 src="http://69.93.254.120/F/storage/site1/files/50/74/5074_109849905f44t2n45u03.jpg" border="0" height="579" width="500" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-115690990469803700?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1156827663891868882006-08-28T21:08:00.000-07:002006-08-28T22:01:03.960-07:00Inconvenient Truths...of Being Married to BigWhiteHat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/1600/kiss.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/320/kiss.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><ul> <li>Hats and boots 24/7.</li> <li>Getting knocked up every 2 years 'til I got fixed.</li> <li>Some women just don't get that rubbing his smooth bald head is...NOT OK with me.</li> <li>Nagging me to post something 24/7.</li> <li>Boots just don't look good with shorts! Why can't he get that?</li> <li>8 Seconds. Great for a bull ride...bad for a back rub.</li> <li>Finding myself <span style="font-style: italic;">reutered</span> all over Jeff's Blog.</li> <li>Knowing that the day WILL come when longhorns will be mounted to the grill of my truck.</li> <li>It only took him ten years to train me to like Cigars, Rush, Monday Night Football and UFC.<br /> </li> </ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-115682766389186888?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1151090529977180602006-06-23T12:20:00.000-07:002006-06-23T12:22:10.006-07:00A Wedding Invitathion...<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";">Misther & Misthuss Sthewart Sthone<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";">Request the honor of your <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";">Presthenth<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";">At the marriage of their daughter,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";">Sthusthan Sthephanie Sthone<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";">And<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";">Misther Stheven S. Guesth<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";">Sthaturday, the sixthteenth of Augusth<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";">Two thoushand and sixth<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";">At </span></b><st1:time hour="18" minute="0"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";">sixth o’clock</span></b></st1:time><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";"> in the evening.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";">St. Josthephs’s </span></b><st1:place><st1:placename><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";">Epithscopalian</span></b></st1:PlaceName><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";"> </span></b><st1:placetype><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";">Church</span></b></st1:PlaceType></st1:place><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";">Bosthton, Massthachusthettsth <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-115109052997718060?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1148882498970111762006-05-28T22:24:00.000-07:002006-05-28T23:01:38.993-07:00Love LetterthThe Following is an E-mail to Stheven S. Guesth from The Sthuper Sthexy Rectheptionisth, Sthusthan Sthone:<br /><br /><br />Dearesth Stheven,<br /><br />I am ever stho flattered that sthomone shuch asth yourthelf hath notithed me. Often timesth thisth offith isth stho bithy, no one payth much attensthion to the sthaff.<br /><br />I've had a sthecret crush on you from the moment I firsth heard your beautiful voith. But I wath too shy to sthay anything to you in perthon.<br /><br />Now that I know that you have sthome interesth in me I felt I should take the firsth sthep to break the ith.<br /><br />Usthually, my slithe lisp isth sthomwhat of a turnoff for mosth men. But I think in thith casthe, it isth mosthly a bonusth. I can't tell you how much of a releif it isth to have stho much in common.<br /><br />Pleath feel free to call me at my housth anytime.<br /><br />Hugth and kistheth,<br /><br />Sthusthie<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114888249897011176?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1148439649158167792006-05-23T17:55:00.000-07:002006-05-24T14:05:47.720-07:00Inconvenient Truths...Of Working Out<ul> <li>Foretting your MP3 Player makes you painfully aware of your surroundings. </li> <li>If you have a little blister on your foot when you get on the treadmill, you'll still have it when you get off the treadmill. </li> <li>When there are 3 different shows on 3 different televisions, you can't help but try to watch all 3. </li> <li>Big muscle dudes look strange in business suits.</li> <li>Teen age girls are not really there to work out. </li> <li>If your bra size is less than a B cup, you still need a bra.</li> <li>Big hoop earrings and a face full of make up won't make you sweat less.</li> <li>You can see 2 fast food restaurants through the window from the treadmill.</li> <li>A small part of you always fantasizes about bringing your dog to walk on the treadmill next to you.</li> <li>The air conditioning works great. I saw more nips than when I was a new born.</li> <li>There really is such a thing as being too tanned.</li> <li>I can't tell what that tattoo is. She must have gotten that before she chunked up.</li> </ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114843964915816779?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1146625370803928032006-05-02T20:01:00.000-07:002006-05-02T20:42:47.276-07:00May 1st<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/1600/Posados-Cover.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/1600/Posados-Cover.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">May 1st</span><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10;"><br /></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:10;">1:13 Lunch at Posado's w/hubby...........$34.00</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:10;">2:33 Wal-Mart.................$55.16<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:10;">3:08 QT.............................$3.95</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:10;">6:10 Cato Fashions..........$77.89</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:10;">6:40 Target.....................$26.56</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:10;">7:06 Payless Shoes............$3.23</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:10;">7:19 Family Dollar.............$7.58</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:10;">9:22 Target......................$45.43</span><br /></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Spending $253.80 0n Day</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">Without An (Illegal) Immigrant<br /><br /><br />Priceless!</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114662537080392803?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1146360343683165022006-04-29T18:20:00.000-07:002006-04-29T21:15:53.936-07:00A Bath Loving Dog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/1600/cliffsbath.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/320/cliffsbath.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/1600/postbathclifford.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/320/postbathclifford.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114636034368316502?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1146194202237167142006-04-27T19:28:00.000-07:002006-04-27T20:21:02.810-07:00Boooooooorrriing.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/1600/rollerskates.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/320/rollerskates.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I'm bored as hell and I can't take it anymore!<br /><br />In addition to writer's block I have a chronic case of sheer boredom. I mean really, nothing is entertaining to me today. Or yesterday, or the day before. (except all my favorite bloggers. I love your blogs.)<br /><br />I had a teacher once tell me that only stupid people are bored. She meant well, but it didn't really help me conquer those feelings at the time. But her comments did blaze into my subconsciousness, so that every time I do feel bored I think I also feel stupid. Ahh teachers...thank God for them.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I love my children. I love my husband. I am somewhat content in my life as it is right now. But I feel like maybe I should be shaking things up. Trying something totally new. Or trying something old that I used to like to do. Like roller skating. Man , I loved to skate. I discovered a few months ago that even though I am much bigger than I was at age 10, I can still do it. I was at a birthday party for my son's school mate. My son can't skate so I donned a pair of 4 wheel rentals to attempt to teach him how. I did great. He hugged the rails. It was cute. I didn't want to leave. I felt like a kid again.<br /><br />Maybe this weekend I can talk my family into going to the skating rink and trying it out. I'll take the camera so we can all get a laugh! Now there's a good future post.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114619420223716714?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1145841849450362722006-04-23T17:51:00.000-07:002006-04-24T12:44:10.876-07:00On BloggingI can't believe I have been blogging for over a year now. When I first started this I knew less than nothing. Now I know a little more than nothing, but still not much. I went into this whole thing blind. I used to just hit "next blog" and kind of read whatever caught my eye. After going through 30 or so teenager's blogs though, I got really bored. Then I found some regular readers, or they found me. Then I got my husband involved and he is a blogging fiend.<br /><br />I've gone through reading some people I really loved to read daily, and then they quit blogging. I've gone through having trolls write nasty things about me in my own comments section and highlighting me on their blogs. I've gone through days where it seems like I have spent all day reading blogs, and days where I just have nothing to say.<br /><br />And now I am at that point where I question whether or not I will ever have anything else to write about. I wonder if I should quit, or take a long break. Everyone goes through this right?<br /><br />So to those that like my blog, don't worry, my writer's block will pass. To those who don't like my blog, (why are you still here?) and you still haven't ruined it for me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114584184945036272?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1145340000812811292006-04-17T22:57:00.000-07:002006-04-17T23:00:00.816-07:00Sure, blame it on the dog.<span style="font-family:VERDANA, HELVETICA;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.newsoftheweird.com/archive/index.htm">From Chuck Shepherd's News of the Weird</a>:<br /><br />Man's Best Friend (Except Sometimes) <p> <!--BEGIN_TEXT-->In February, two girls (aged 12 and 13) ran away from home in Cleveland, headed by bus for Minneapolis, along with Bambi, one girl's family dog (represented to the driver as a "guide dog"). However, the girls overfed Bambi on junk food, and the dog became so flatulent as to cause a commotion on the bus, which eventually drew police officers, who then discovered the girls were runaways. [Plain Dealer (Cleveland), 2-15-06] (Orlando), 3-30-06] </p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114534000081281129?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1144984301242256932006-04-13T20:06:00.000-07:002006-04-13T21:25:29.063-07:00No Really...a Boycott is planned May 1stYup, because sometimes Marches are just not enough. Now "they" are planning a boycott? I'm confused as to which people in particular are planning to not go to work that day. Illegal aliens? Legal aliens? Hispanic people in general?<br /><br /><a href="http://www.washingtontimes.com/national/20060404-122847-7263r.htm?ex=1144382400&en=cb71ff5a35acb6f0&ei=5087"><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote></a><blockquote><a href="http://www.washingtontimes.com/national/20060404-122847-7263r.htm?ex=1144382400&en=cb71ff5a35acb6f0&ei=5087">From the Washington Times:</a><br />"You can only march for so long to make your point," said Juan Jose Gutierrez, national coordinator for Latino Movement USA, an early proponent of the boycott. He said organizers need to keep the pressure on Congress to reject a House immigration bill that would make it a felony to be in the country illegally or to assist an illegal immigrant.<br /><br />"You have to think of other creative ways to make it clear to Congress and the Bush administration that we expect them to behave responsibly," Gutierrez said. Organizers chose May 1, he said, because of "its special symbolism" as an international workers' day.</blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><br /><br /><br />....Behave responsibly? Behave responsibly???? Since when is enforcing the law NOT behaving responsibly? Since when is it responsible on the part of the illegal immigrant to burden everyone else with their needs? What else do they want? Listen closely...they want to remain here ILLEGALLY. That is what they want. That is their bottom line, don't let the headlines fool you. Its NOT about being underappreciated. Its not about them doing jobs Americans supposedly won't do. Its about the possibility that their illegal behavior might just finally merit repercussions. How dare we enforce the law!<br /><br />Personally, I don't see how this is going to work in their favor. I'm going to shop that day. Restaurants are going to make sure they are staffed by people willing to work. No amount of boycotts and people walking off the job is going to change my mind about supporting illegal behavior.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114498430124225693?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1144814591821590232006-04-11T20:54:00.000-07:002006-04-11T21:04:27.826-07:00Buffalo Wild WingsIf you look at the list, you'll see that there is no Buffalo Wild Wings being boycotted. Cheers!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/1600/stuff%20104.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/320/stuff%20104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/1600/stuff%20105.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/320/stuff%20105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114481459182159023?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1144726383731341262006-04-10T20:31:00.000-07:002006-04-10T21:17:28.560-07:00Week Long Counter Boycott Planned in North TexasWell, in Plano anyway. My part of Plano. Ok, really probably just my family. Actually, probably just me.<br /><br />So here is a short list of things that I am going to avoid this week.<br /><br />Taquitos from Whataburger. (That one's really, really gonna hurt.)<br /><br />Then there is Lite Wok, Pei Wei, New Chrystal, Arby's, MacDonald's, Wendy's, Braum's, Grandy's, Sonic, Pizza Hut, Dominoes, La Madeleine, Outback Steakhouse, Spagetti Warehouse, Olive Garden, Hooters, WingStop, Wings to Go, Schlotzky's, Popeye's, Church's Chicken, Long John Silver's, KentuckyFriedPizzaBell, On the Border (obviously.) The Philly Connection, Fuddrucker's, Cheddar's, Tony Roma's, Red Lobster, Bangkok City, The Blue Goose, Blue Mesa, Chick-Fil-A, Dairy Queen, Country Burger, Burger King, Burger Street, Pasado's, Abuelo's, Chili's, Joe's Crab Shack, Weinerschnitzel, Jack In the Box, Chipotle, Taco Cabana, TGIFridays, Humperdinks, Pappadeaux, Pappasito's, Pappa's Steak House, Texas Land and Cattle Steak House, Love and War in Texas, El Paso, Salt Grass Steak House, Spring Creek Barbecue, Dickey's Barbecue, Pancho's, Chubby's, Poor Richard's, Kosta's Greek Cuisine, Cafe Brazil, Chicken Express, Golden Chick, Taco Delite, Tino's, Tino's Too, Aparicio's,Dos Churros, Tres Amigo's, Cafe De France, Bennigan's, Steak and Ale, the Macaroni Grill, and Carrabba's.<br /><br />Whew! Its gonna be a hard week but I think I can make it. I'll try not to pat any cute chihuahua dogs on the way.<br /><br />I estimate this will have a drastic impact on the local economy but that it will in no way affect congress . And that is Ok too, because they don't really care about MY vote.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114472638373134126?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1144442823284987842006-04-07T13:44:00.000-07:002006-04-07T14:05:32.323-07:00Tigons? Ligers?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/1600/tigeronlioness.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/320/tigeronlioness.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><p><br />Zhao Yunhua took the rare photograph in Shenzhen Safari Park last weekend.</p> <p>It's not unusual for tigers and lions to breed in safari parks - but it is seldom caught on film.</p> <p>This year, two tigons - the product of a male tiger and a lioness - and three ligers - the cub of a male lion and female tiger - have been born in the park.</p> <p>The five offspring are all growing up healthily, reports Shenzhen Evening Post.<br /></p> <p><br />I got the first picture over at <a href="www.ananova.com/news/lp.html?keywords=Bad+taste&menu=news.quirkies.badtaste">Ananova.</a><br />I got the second one just by google searching tigons.<br /><br /></p> <p><br /><br /></p> <p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/1600/Liger.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/320/Liger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p>OMG. I also found a picture of a zonkey. But I decided to spare everyone the horror of that photo.<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114444282328498784?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1144293413201817202006-04-05T19:13:00.001-07:002006-04-05T20:35:25.103-07:00Autism "Awareness"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/1600/auttruth1.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/320/auttruth1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:-1;"><a href="http://www.gettingthetruthout.org/">www.gettingthetruthout.org</a><br /><br /><br /></span>April is National Autism Awareness Month.<br /><br />Here are some things about which I think everyone should be aware:<br /><br />*Not every parent of an autistic child believes mercury or immunizations caused their child's autism.<br />*Many children with Autism behave alike but they are all vastly individual human beings.<br />* The Autism Society of America is NOT the voice of Autism, as they so boldly and arrogantly claim to be.<br />*If you want to learn about Autism, the best place to go is <a href="http://neurodiversity.com/main.html">Neurodiversity.com.</a> Read the things that actual Autistics have to say. Not money hungry "advocates."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114429341320181720?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1143847014931473722006-03-31T15:08:00.000-08:002006-03-31T15:19:20.500-08:00From Jim KrausINTAXICATION: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.<br /><br />REINTARNATION: Coming back to life as a Hillbilly.<br /><br />SARCHASM: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.<br /><br />HIPATITIS: Terminal Coolness.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114384701493147372?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1143544684594239902006-03-28T03:14:00.000-08:002006-03-28T03:18:04.703-08:00I Never Liked Sean Penn<span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"> <span class="black2pt"><a target="_blank" href="http://contactmusic.com/new/xmlfeed.nsf/mndwebpages/penn%20has%20torture%20doll_27_03_2006#" style="border-bottom: 1px solid darkgreen; text-decoration: underline; color: darkgreen; background-color: transparent;" class="iAs">Hollywood</a> activist <a target="_blank" href="http://contactmusic.com/new/xmlfeed.nsf/mndwebpages/penn%20has%20torture%20doll_27_03_2006#" style="border-bottom: 1px solid darkgreen; text-decoration: underline; color: darkgreen; background-color: transparent;" class="iAs">SEAN PENN</a> has a plastic doll of conservative US columnist ANN COULTER that he likes to abuse when angry. The Oscar-winner actor has hated Coulter ever since she blacklisted his director father LEO PENN in her book TREASON. And he takes out his frustrations with Coulter, who is a best-selling author, lawyer and television pundit, on the Barble-like doll. In an interview with The New Yorker magazine, Penn reveals, "We violate her. There are cigarette burns in some funny places. She's a pure snake-oil salesman. She doesn't believe a word she says."<br /><b>27/03/2006 21:11<br /><a href="http://contactmusic.com/new/xmlfeed.nsf/mndwebpages/penn%20has%20torture%20doll_27_03_2006">Source</a><br /></b></span> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114354468459423990?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1143064981151015502006-03-22T12:22:00.000-08:002006-03-23T08:02:36.290-08:00PityMain Entry: <b><sup>1</sup>pity</b> <a href="javascript:popWin%28" wav="pity')""><img src="http://www.webster.com/images/audio.gif" border="0" height="11" width="16" /></a><br />Pronunciation: <tt>'pi-tE</tt><br />Function: <i>noun</i><br />Inflected Form(s): <i>plural</i> <b>pit·ies</b><br />Etymology: Middle English <i>pite, </i>from Old French <i>pité, </i>from Latin <i>pietat-, pietas </i>piety, pity, from <i>pius </i>pious<br /><b>1 a</b> <b>:</b> sympathetic sorrow for one suffering, distressed, or unhappy <b>b</b> <b>:</b> capacity to feel pity<br /><b>2</b> <b>:</b> something to be regretted <it s="">pity you can't go><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Pity is an uncomfortable word to me. Even though its one of the most natural human responses to a misunderstood situation it remains an unwanted feeling. When people see someone who has any outwardly misfortune its pity that comes to the forefront of emotions. Its a genuine emotion, yet at the same time you don't want the person being pitied to <span style="font-style: italic;">feel pitied. </span><br /><br />Somehow I learned early in life that others don't want to be pitied. I didn't have a handicapped friend, or anything like that. I think I just knew that it must be uncomfortable based on how I felt when someone did that to me. See, I was an only child. I was Fatherless. I was always the new kid at school. I wanted friendships, but not friendships based on pity. I wanted someone to get to know me and decide that I was so awesome that they just had to be my friend.<br /><br />My own empathy took on a life of its own at an early age too. There wasn't a stray animal that I didn't just love with all my heart. I took pity on any pathetic creature that wander through my yard. In school there was never a kid I didn't at least say hi to. Especially a new kid! In my teen years it got worse. If a boy asked me on a date it was hard to say no. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, yet I knew he didn't want a pity date either.<br /><br />Then somewhere along the way my self centeredness overshadowed my empathy. I was so self centered. It was all about me. Me, me, me, me! Other people's problems didn't mean much to me because I was busy making mountains out of the molehills that popped up in my life. I was making stupid decisions and stupid mistakes all along the way. I knew I was. I prayed to God about it. I prayed for wisdom. That was my first mistake.<br /><br />See, God answers prayers, but not in the way you want him to. You get to learn your lessons the way He wants you to. Through the consequences of every decision you make you learn your lessons. You also learn through the gifts. Through my children I have learned to take on the world. I have learned how to talk to people. And having an autistic child has taught me that pity, while a natural reaction, is not for me. Its not for my son either. I've learned that he wants the same things I wanted as a kid. He wants people to get to know him and decide he is so awesome they just have to be his friend.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></it><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114306498115101550?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1142890910776129472006-03-20T13:24:00.000-08:002006-03-20T14:05:34.403-08:00Not Husband Quotes10. I need to go buy some new underwear.<br />9. This TV is too big for the room.<br />8. Hot wings? I'm tired of hot wings!<br />7. Let's move the furniture around.<br />6. You drive.<br />5. Excuse me, can you tell me how to get to...<br />4. I don't want my boy playing football.<br />3. This steak is undercooked.<br />2. Let's get rid of my old t-shirts.<br />1. Just go to sleep already, I'm too tired...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114289091077612947?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1142578101127038372006-03-16T22:28:00.000-08:002006-03-16T22:51:58.716-08:00Hot Husband Quotes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/1600/stuff%20078.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/320/stuff%20078.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />10. I got a raise.<br />9. I already started dinner.<br />8. My parents are taking the kids for the weekend.<br />7. No, $100 is NOT too much to pay for a pair of<br /> black pumps.<br />6. You've lost weight!<br />5. Dinner was delicious.<br />4. I bought you something.<br />3 I was wrong.<br />2. You were right.<br />1. I love you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114257810112703837?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327899.post-1141854057670630312006-03-08T13:39:00.000-08:002006-03-08T14:00:58.213-08:00Roe V. Wade For Men<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/1600/Canada%2C%20Gosling.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/1039/320/Canada%2C%20Gosling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>What about a man's right to choose? I have to admit they make a great point. I have been an advocate of Father's rights for a long time. I also feel they should be as responsible for contraception as a woman. But WAIT!! Am I saying that the time to choose is BEFORE conception?? Oh No...Is that what I am saying? Is that only a yes when it applies to men? I knew this question was going to turn up one day soon and<a href="http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/ap/nation/3710068.html"> here it is</a>.<br /><br />Everyone knows this suit is going to sink. Maybe they think whats good for the Goose should be good for the Gander. Maybe...but what about the wee little gosling?<br /><br />That's what you get when you legislate from the bench!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327899-114185405767063031?l=echotig.blogspot.com'/></div>echotighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216749958463671834noreply@blogger.com0