<?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-1671251578385283533</id><updated>2009-12-17T09:23:57.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>623</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-1209859285408890015</id><published>2009-12-17T09:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:23:57.303-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Pedro and Rosita</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416210025956313074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/Syo-UoIJB_I/AAAAAAAACy0/1V2qJaTUhiI/s200/dog+car.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/Syo-UoIJB_I/AAAAAAAACy0/1V2qJaTUhiI/s1600-h/dog+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a romantic full moon, when Pedro said, "Hey, mamacita, let's do Weeweechu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Oh no, not now, let's look at the moon!" said Rosita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I do Weeweechu. I love you and it's the perfect time," Pedro begged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"But I wanna just hold your hand and watch the moon." replied Rosita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Please, corazoncito, just once, do Weeweechu with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rosita looked at Pedro and said, "OK, one time, we'll do Weeweechu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pedro grabbed his guitar and they both sang.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year."MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;What you thought it was gonna be something else, sad, sad, have happy thoughts, not dirty ones....! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-1209859285408890015?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1209859285408890015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=1209859285408890015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/1209859285408890015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/1209859285408890015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/pedro-and-rosita.html' title='Pedro and Rosita'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/Syo-UoIJB_I/AAAAAAAACy0/1V2qJaTUhiI/s72-c/dog+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-4313750741813304933</id><published>2009-12-16T12:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:46:12.097-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Reindeer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REMEMBER THIS AT CHRISTMAS TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and Female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to&lt;br /&gt;Mid-December. Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth In the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, according to EVERY historical rendition depicting Santa's&lt;br /&gt;Reindeer, they all had antlers so...........EVERY single one of them, from&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should've known... &lt;strong&gt;ONLY &lt;/strong&gt;women would be able to drag a fat-ass man in a red Velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-4313750741813304933?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4313750741813304933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=4313750741813304933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/4313750741813304933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/4313750741813304933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/reindeer.html' title='Reindeer'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-57457953698123041</id><published>2009-12-15T09:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T09:25:53.987-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>THIS IS A GREAT MESSAGE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;F R O G, we all need one I do hope this returns to ME the sender!   Isn't the little green guy sort of cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was told a story about a lady in the hospital who was near death when an area Chaplain came to visit her.  This Chaplain was a very young female with long blond hair.  She listened to the lady who was ill and left her a small gift for comfort it was a tiny ceramic frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next day one of the people from the lady's church came to visit. The lady told her friend about the beautiful young Chaplain who had come to visit her and the friend was so impressed with the way the lady had improved she felt the need to talk to the young Chaplain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In her search to find the young gal, she was repeatedly reassured that the chaplains are never very young and that there was never a gal that fit the description given. Upon returning to the lady in the hospital, a visiting nurse entered the room and noticed the ceramic frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The nurse made the comment 'I see you have a guardian angel with you.'  As she held the little frog. We asked why she made the comment and we were informed that the frog stood for: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(F)Forever     (R) Rely     (O) On     (G) God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To The World You Might Be One Person; But To One Person You Might Be the World.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-57457953698123041?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/57457953698123041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=57457953698123041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/57457953698123041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/57457953698123041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-great-message.html' title='THIS IS A GREAT MESSAGE!!!'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-7296928422720738457</id><published>2009-12-13T16:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:26:10.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny'/><title type='text'>Early Dismissal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is near the Christmas break of the school year. The students have turned in all their work and there is really nothing more to do. All the children are restless and the teacher decides to have an early dismissal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Teacher: "Whoever answers the questions I ask, first and correctly, can leave early today." Little Johnny says to himself "Good, I want to get outta here. I'm smart and will answer the question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Teacher: "Who said 'Four Score and Seven Years Ago'?"  Before Johnny can open his mouth, Susie says, "Abraham Lincoln."  Teacher: "That's right Susie, you can go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny is mad that Susie answered the question first.  Teacher: "Who said 'I Have a Dream'?" Before Johnny can open his mouth, Mary says, "Martin Luther King."  Teacher: "That's right Mary, you can go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny is even madder than before.  Teacher: "Who said 'Ask not what your country can do for you'?"  Before Johnny can open his mouth, Nancy says, "John F. Kennedy."  Teacher: "That's right Nancy, you may also leave."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Johnny is boiling mad that he has not been able to answer to any of the questions. When the teacher turns her back Johnny says, "I wish these bitches would keep their mouths shut!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The teacher turns around: "NOW WHO SAID THAT?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Johnny: "TIGER WOODS. CAN&lt;/span&gt; I GO NOW?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-7296928422720738457?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7296928422720738457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=7296928422720738457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/7296928422720738457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/7296928422720738457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/early-dismissal.html' title='Early Dismissal'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-7318955554080640955</id><published>2009-12-11T11:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:31:54.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>2009's First Christmas Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Three  men died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at  the pearly gates.'In honor of this holy season'  Saint Peter said,  'You must each possess something  that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The  first man fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a  lighter. He flicked it on. 'It represents a candle', he  said.'You may pass through the pearly  gates' Saint Peter said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The  second man reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of  keys. He shook them and said, 'They're  bells.'Saint Peter said 'You may pass through the  pearly gates'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The third man started searching  desperately through his pockets and  finally pulled  out a pair of women's panties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;St. Peter looked at  the man with a raised eyebrow and asked, 'And just  what do those symbolize?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The man  replied, 'These are Carols.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And So The Christmas Season Begins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-7318955554080640955?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7318955554080640955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=7318955554080640955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/7318955554080640955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/7318955554080640955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009s-first-christmas-joke.html' title='2009&apos;s First Christmas Joke'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-4312375949186416</id><published>2009-12-11T08:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:29:50.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helpful hints'/><title type='text'>Helpful Tips for the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Who knew? Did you know that drinking two glasses of Gatorade can relieve headache pain almost immediately-without the unpleasant side effects caused by traditional pain relievers?     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Did you know that Colgate Toothpaste makes an excellent salve for burns?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Before you head to the drugstore for a high-priced inhaler filled with mysterious chemicals, try chewing on a couple of curiously strong Altoids peppermints. They'll clear up your stuffed nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Achy muscles from a bout of the flu? Mix 1 tablespoon horseradish in 1 cup of olive oil. Let the mixture sit for 30 minutes, then apply it as a massage oil for instant relief for aching muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sore throat? Just mix 1/4 cup of vinegar with 1/4 cup of honey and take 1 tablespoon six times a day. The vinegar kills the bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cure urinary tract infections with Alka-Seltzer. Just dissolve two tablets in a glass of water and drink it at the onset of the symptoms. Alka-Seltzer begins eliminating urinary tract infections almost instantly-even though the product was never advertised for this use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Honey remedy for skin blemishes... Cover the blemish with a dab of honey and place a Band-Aid over it. Honey kills the bacteria, keeps the skin sterile, and speeds healing. Works overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Listerine therapy for toenail fungus: Get rid of unsightly toenail fungus by soaking your toes in Listerine Mouthwash. The powerful antiseptic leaves your toenails looking healthy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Easy eyeglass protection...&lt;br /&gt;To prevent the screws in eyeglasses from loosening, apply a small drop of Maybelline Crystal Clear Nail Polish to the threads of the screws before tightening them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning liquid that doubles as bug killer... If menacing bees, wasps, hornets, or yellow jackets get in your home and you can't find the insecticide, try a spray of Formula 409. Insects drop to the ground instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Smart splinter remover: Just pour a drop of Elmer's Glue-All over the splinter, let dry, and peel the dried glue off the skin. The splinter sticks to the dried glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hunt's Tomato Paste boil cure... Cover the boil with Hunt's Tomato Paste as a compress. The acids from the tomatoes soothe the pain and bring the boil to a head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Balm for broken blisters... To disinfect a broken blister, dab on a few drops of Listerine, a powerful antiseptic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Vinegar to heal bruises.... Soak a cotton ball in white vinegar and apply it to the bruise for 1 hour[an hour, are they serious?]  The vinegar reduces the blueness and speeds up the healing process.                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quaker Oats for fast pain relief... it's not for breakfast any more! Mix 2 cups of Quaker Oats and 1 cup of water in a bowl and warm in the microwave for 1 minute, cool slightly, and apply the mixture to your hands for soothing relief from arthritis pain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And now you too can be your own doctor -- love these ole remedies and what is amazing is they work...health care?  Emergency Rooms?  Who needs'em!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-4312375949186416?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4312375949186416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=4312375949186416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/4312375949186416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/4312375949186416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/helpful-tips-for-week.html' title='Helpful Tips for the Week'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-8617473855183099611</id><published>2009-12-10T17:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:43:08.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>The Awesome Power of Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A very old man lay dying in his bed. In death's doorway, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookie wafting up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed.  Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen.  Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There, spread out on newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it heaven?  Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?&lt;br /&gt;Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table.  The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when he was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Stay out of those," she said. "They're for the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-8617473855183099611?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8617473855183099611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=8617473855183099611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/8617473855183099611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/8617473855183099611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/awesome-power-of-cookies.html' title='The Awesome Power of Cookies'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-4132004749020610289</id><published>2009-12-09T17:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:07:21.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health Stuff'/><title type='text'>The Human Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It takes your food seven seconds to get from your mouth to your stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One human hair can support 3kg (6.6 lb). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The average man's penis is two times the length of his thumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Human thighbones are stronger than concrete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A woman's heart beats faster than a man's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are about one trillion bacteria on each of your feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Women blink twice as often as men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The average person's skin weighs twice as much as the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your body uses 300 muscles to balance itself when you are standing still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If saliva cannot dissolve something, you cannot taste it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Women reading this will be finished now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men are still busy measuring their thumbs.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And you thought this was gonna be about Tiger, didn't ya?  Nope, I don't text him, I was not one of his alleged mistresses and frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-4132004749020610289?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4132004749020610289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=4132004749020610289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/4132004749020610289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/4132004749020610289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/human-body.html' title='The Human Body'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-2410260617431245148</id><published>2009-12-07T16:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:24:56.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Observations on Maturing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/Sx1yk-V81HI/AAAAAAAACyg/hacnpEjMEnw/s1600-h/2099504644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412608306705126514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/Sx1yk-V81HI/AAAAAAAACyg/hacnpEjMEnw/s200/2099504644.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's harder to tell navy from black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything old is new again, but if you wore it before, you're too old to wear it the second time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your kids are becoming you...and you don't like them!..but your grandchildren are perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yellow becomes the big color...walls...hair...teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Going out is good Coming home is better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When people say you look "Great"...they add "for your age."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you needed the discount you had to pay full price . . . ...Now you get discounts on everything...movies...hotels...flights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You forget names...but it's OK because other people forgot they even knew you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last 2 outfits you wore had spots on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You ask your husband or friend how your outfit looks and they tell you the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The five pounds you wanted to lose is now 15 and you have a better chance of losing your keys than the 15 pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You realize you're never going to be really good at anything...especially golf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your husband is counting on you to remember things you don't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The things you cared to do, you don't care to do, but you care that you don't care to do them anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your husband sleeps better on a lounge chair with the TV blaring then he does in bed. It's called his "pre-sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Remember when your mother said "Wear clean underwear in case you get in an accident"? Now you bring clean underwear in case you HAVE an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You used to say, "I hope my kids GET married. Now, "I hope they STAY married!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The best place to have a conversation with your husband is in the bathroom...you have his full attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who wants to wear 3" heels anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You miss the days when everything worked with just an "ON" and "OFF" switch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When GOOGLE, ipod, email, modem were unheard of and a mouse was something that made you climb on a table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You use more 4 letter words..."what?"..."when?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now that you can afford expensive jewelry, it's not safe to wear it anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your husband has a night out with the guys but he's home by 9:00 P.M...next week it will be 8:30 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You read 100 pages into a book before you realize you've read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Notice everything they sell in stores is sleeveless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Many of the people in People Magazine you've never heard of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your concealer doesn't conceal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your lipstick bleeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your mascara clumps and your eyebrows are disappearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You don't have hair under your arms and very little on your legs but your chin needs to be plucked daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What used to be freckles are now liver spots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everybody whispers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now that your husband has retired ... you'd give anything if he'd find a job..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You have 3 sizes of clothes in your closet....2 of which you will never wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But old is good in some things:...old songs...old movies...best of all: OLD FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks for being one of mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-2410260617431245148?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2410260617431245148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=2410260617431245148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/2410260617431245148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/2410260617431245148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/observations-on-maturing.html' title='Observations on Maturing.....'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/Sx1yk-V81HI/AAAAAAAACyg/hacnpEjMEnw/s72-c/2099504644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-5118289454834260693</id><published>2009-12-06T10:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:59:26.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Shopping....:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SxvUyi7ufdI/AAAAAAAACyY/AMWD8Rhmvi0/s1600-h/merry+tree.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412153342051646930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SxvUyi7ufdI/AAAAAAAACyY/AMWD8Rhmvi0/s200/merry+tree.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, like most I too must bite the bullet and give this shopping some serious consideration...ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When my kids ask what Dad wants and I tell them, then my choices get smaller and smaller..duh. And lately I have either been with my daughter or husband and I can't quite shop or buy anything when they are present. So, I have been "looking, listening, and hoping" they give me some ideas...so far its a deaf scene!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I admit I dislike shopping, it is not one of my fave things to do -- never has been but what I do like is watching holiday shoppers. Honestly this is a fun activity and the kids, oh man, the kids are excited and want everything and I do mean everything! I think stores should have a kids game/play room where the kids can hang out so the parents can shop without constantly having to said No, Come along or Stop or we're going home right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then you got some folks who came to shop but stand in the damn aisle and gossip for longer than it takes to fix a turkey. I mean, at least move to the side or don't block the aisles for crying out loud. And then, when they do depart, you hear "call me," and two seconds later they are talking via a cell phone -- are you trying to drive me insane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like to see the senior cizitens shopping, they are not in a big hurry, but they have a mission and they patiently avoid running kids, rushing parents and yes even accidents that happen and people tend to think they created (not true). They smile and plod on slowly and carefully. They aren't looking for expensive stuff, just nice stuff and they know exactly what they want, just ain't gonna rush to get there...they are in no hurry. Unlike others, they have patience and time so they will let you go ahead of them and hell, if you insist on helping they carry stuff to their car, they'll let you as long as you stick close by -- walk to fast and that cane will whack you quicker than you can say stop! Gotta love'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I had to get into the shopping mode and I'll shall start that on Tuesday as I join a friend and we head to Malone. We'll gossip in the car, shop, and then join others for lunch and have a grand ole time. How much we'll buy is something we can't predict but regardless, it will be fun. As for today, hey, are you completely void of brains...its football Sunday --my ass will be in front of the TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Keep smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-5118289454834260693?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5118289454834260693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=5118289454834260693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/5118289454834260693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/5118289454834260693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping.html' title='Shopping....:)'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SxvUyi7ufdI/AAAAAAAACyY/AMWD8Rhmvi0/s72-c/merry+tree.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-3677365255093185212</id><published>2009-12-05T07:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T08:02:41.164-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>How Did Tom Know?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes stuff comes across my desk that just needs to be shared...hope you feel the same as you read the following quotes from one of our favorite Presidents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411736148199685266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SxpZWquVPJI/AAAAAAAACx8/fPHhtbT3mnA/s200/tom+jefferson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When we get piled upon one another in large cities, as in Europe, we shall become as corrupt as   Europe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?FLI9InKMrjvK-MMDsS028hSk2MITmvYLwITmvQMmrHfWpf9AWGXghZRR6VEVhuhU76XZuWrWrwVNx4TsTgwT650k8XqF2DMJm59NrJelosKrjvuvupdEFICzB5BMsUOrj76Ns1kzh05WC3h0x90Qg0hXHLNFm1EwaMGo96V-7PNo_pgdECPhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" href="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?FLI9InKMrjvK-MMDsS028hSk2MITmvYLwITmvQMmrHfWpf9AWGXghZRR6VEVhuhU76XZuWrWrwVNx4TsTgwT650k8XqF2DMJm59NrJelosKrjvuvupdEFICzB5BMsUOrj76Ns1kzh05WC3h0x90Qg0hXHLNFm1EwaMGo96V-7PNo_pgdECPhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?arX2r5XI6QTXLIc9Tdw0y4tB0IbdRD_bUbdRDZc5CWP-CjOpeGKQ4vtthjjuuhU76XZuWrWrwVNx4TsTgwT650k8XqF2DMJm59NrJelosKrjvuvupdEFICzB5BMsUOrj76Ns1kzh05WC3h0x90Qg0hXHLNFm1EwaMGo96V-7PNo_pgdFCPhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" href="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?arX2r5XI6QTXLIc9Tdw0y4tB0IbdRD_bUbdRDZc5CWP-CjOpeGKQ4vtthjjuuhU76XZuWrWrwVNx4TsTgwT650k8XqF2DMJm59NrJelosKrjvuvupdEFICzB5BMsUOrj76Ns1kzh05WC3h0x90Qg0hXHLNFm1EwaMGo96V-7PNo_pgdFCPhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is incumbent on every generation to pay its own debts as it goes. A principle which if acted on would save one-half the wars of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?1jvojoLtwSC_tZxxeVI04gzIE5xpKI_Vv1pKI_FwITmvQOuj9RlSwzXHGbbzbNEVU76XZuWrWrwVNx4TsTgwT650k8XqF2DMJm59NrJelosKrjvuvupdEFICzB5BMsUOrj76Ns1kzh05WC3h0x90Qg0hXHLNFm1EwaMGo96V-7PNo_pgdICPhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" href="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?1jvojoLtwSC_tZxxeVI04gzIE5xpKI_Vv1pKI_FwITmvQOuj9RlSwzXHGbbzbNEVU76XZuWrWrwVNx4TsTgwT650k8XqF2DMJm59NrJelosKrjvuvupdEFICzB5BMsUOrj76Ns1kzh05WC3h0x90Qg0hXHLNFm1EwaMGo96V-7PNo_pgdICPhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?1jvojoLtwSC_tZxxeVI04gzIE5xpKI_Vv1pKI_FwITmvQOuj9RlSwzXHGbbz2d-U76XZuWrWrwVNx4TsTgwT650k8XqF2DMJm59NrJelosKrjvuvupdEFICzB5BMsUOrj76Ns1kzh05WC3h0x90Qg0hXHLNFm1EwaMGo96V-7PNo_pgdI6PhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" href="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?1jvojoLtwSC_tZxxeVI04gzIE5xpKI_Vv1pKI_FwITmvQOuj9RlSwzXHGbbz2d-U76XZuWrWrwVNx4TsTgwT650k8XqF2DMJm59NrJelosKrjvuvupdEFICzB5BMsUOrj76Ns1kzh05WC3h0x90Qg0hXHLNFm1EwaMGo96V-7PNo_pgdI6PhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My reading of history convinces me that most bad government results from too much government. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?2C-MCNuX1Jd-XX32tPo0by4tB0IbdRD_bUbdRDZc5CWP-CjOpeGKQ4vtthv79FTU76XZuWrWrwVNx4TsTgwT650k8XqF2DMJm59NrJelosKrjvuvupdEFICzB5BMsUOrj76Ns1kzh05WC3h0x90Qg0hXHLNFm1EwaMGo96V-7PNo_pgdLCPhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" href="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?2C-MCNuX1Jd-XX32tPo0by4tB0IbdRD_bUbdRDZc5CWP-CjOpeGKQ4vtthv79FTU76XZuWrWrwVNx4TsTgwT650k8XqF2DMJm59NrJelosKrjvuvupdEFICzB5BMsUOrj76Ns1kzh05WC3h0x90Qg0hXHLNFm1EwaMGo96V-7PNo_pgdLCPhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No free man shall ever be debarred the use of arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?2C-MCNuX1Jd-XX32tPo08x7pgb2Ptp_O-2Ptp_j1pKI_FAYCjGHJ17TnkkTXzDeU76XZuWrWrwVNx4TsTgwT650k8XqF2DMJm59NrJelosKrjvuvupdEFICzB5BMsUOrj76Ns1kzh05WC3h0x90Qg0hXHLNFm1EwaMGo96V-7PNo_pgdK6PhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" href="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?2C-MCNuX1Jd-XX32tPo08x7pgb2Ptp_O-2Ptp_j1pKI_FAYCjGHJ17TnkkTXzDeU76XZuWrWrwVNx4TsTgwT650k8XqF2DMJm59NrJelosKrjvuvupdEFICzB5BMsUOrj76Ns1kzh05WC3h0x90Qg0hXHLNFm1EwaMGo96V-7PNo_pgdK6PhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?5dZxdyZS3qrZTS64XCM0h2eOwm5CWP_BY5CWP-C2Ptp_j9VcDlnq2fKKETKqejhOzMedTWZQTQT1Pz29KVKx1Kca0EhSRi5fxqIajyTqsGMVsSC-Y-YOrhjpd7abbwVNASCedyU2F6y0bRc6y12i1Ew0zTnvziI3h0lxkMidPYfDyN-Owr76PhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" href="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?5dZxdyZS3qrZTS64XCM0h2eOwm5CWP_BY5CWP-C2Ptp_j9VcDlnq2fKKETKqejhOzMedTWZQTQT1Pz29KVKx1Kca0EhSRi5fxqIajyTqsGMVsSC-Y-YOrhjpd7abbwVNASCedyU2F6y0bRc6y12i1Ew0zTnvziI3h0lxkMidPYfDyN-Owr76PhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?kTS4SbTodFLTvoojKr0148Xa1omrHf-nMmrHfWobdRDZcDAOtltE8-WWzsQsELnU76XZuWrWrwVNx4TsTgwT650k8XqF2DMJm59NrJelosKrjvuvupdEFICzB5BMsUOrj76Ns1kzh05WC3h0x90Qg0hXHLNFm1EwaMGo96V-7PNo_pgdL6PhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" href="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?kTS4SbTodFLTvoojKr0148Xa1omrHf-nMmrHfWobdRDZcDAOtltE8-WWzsQsELnU76XZuWrWrwVNx4TsTgwT650k8XqF2DMJm59NrJelosKrjvuvupdEFICzB5BMsUOrj76Ns1kzh05WC3h0x90Qg0hXHLNFm1EwaMGo96V-7PNo_pgdL6PhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To compel a man to subsidize with his taxes the propagation of ideas which he disbelieves and abhors is sinful and tyrannical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?2C-MCNuX1Jd-XX32tPo08x7pgb2Ptp_O-2Ptp_j1pKI_FAYCjGHJ17TnknNOr3D0UTvHTjvjs7ec8CXCW46UME2x7rl8k-5GMFebtFOH3BPqrXPXP9J5dAQsEIK3D6jqoUSbwaAq80LkMq84986y02ftt-daMd41m5j18TfM-ub7Xa1IQsCPhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" href="http://console.mxlogic.com/redir/?2C-MCNuX1Jd-XX32tPo08x7pgb2Ptp_O-2Ptp_j1pKI_FAYCjGHJ17TnknNOr3D0UTvHTjvjs7ec8CXCW46UME2x7rl8k-5GMFebtFOH3BPqrXPXP9J5dAQsEIK3D6jqoUSbwaAq80LkMq84986y02ftt-daMd41m5j18TfM-ub7Xa1IQsCPhOrjvK-MOeudzeEr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thomas  Jefferson said in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1802&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:'I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around the banks will deprive the people of all property until their children wake-up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'If you don't read the newspaper you are uninformed, if you do read the newspaper you are misinformed.'-Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-3677365255093185212?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3677365255093185212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=3677365255093185212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/3677365255093185212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/3677365255093185212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-did-tom-know.html' title='How Did Tom Know?'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SxpZWquVPJI/AAAAAAAACx8/fPHhtbT3mnA/s72-c/tom+jefferson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-7622780331244304584</id><published>2009-12-02T07:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:11:30.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>SUMBICH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A filthy rich Florida man decided that he wanted to throw a party and invited all of his buddies and neighbors. He also invited Leroy, the only Redneck in the neighborhood. He held the party around the pool in the backyard of his mansion. Leroy was having a good time drinking, dancing, eating shrimp, oysters and BBQ and flirting with all the women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the height of the party, the host said, 'I have a 10 foot Man-eating gator in my pool and I'll give a million dollars to anyone who has the nerve to jump in.' The words were barely out of his mouth when there was a loud splash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone turned around and old Leroy was in the pool! Leroy was fighting the gator and kicking its *ss! Leroy was jabbing it in the eyes with his thumbs, throwing punches, head butts and choke holds, biting the gator on the tail and flipping it through the air like some kind of Judo Instructor. The water was churning and splashing everywhere. Both Leroy and the gator were screaming and raising hell. Finally Leroy strangled the gator and let it float to the top like a dime store goldfish. Leroy then slowly climbed out of the pool. Everybody was just staring at him in disbelief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally the host says, 'Well, Leroy, I reckon I owe you a million dollars.' 'No, that's okay. I don't want it,' said Leroy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The rich man said, 'Man, I have to give you something. You won the bet.How about half a million bucks then?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No thanks, I don't want it,' answered Leroy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The host said, 'Come on, I insist on giving you something. That was amazing. How about a new Porsche and a Rolex and some stock options?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Again Leroy said no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confused, the rich man asked, 'Well, Leroy, then what do you want?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leroy said, 'I want the name of the sumbich who pushed me in the pool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And now a word from your sponsor. Better yet, how about a photo and you tell me what or where you think you have seen this picture. A clue, it's local so don't be thinking you saw it miles from home...alot closer than you imagined. Ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410609919290822450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SxZZDhGIzzI/AAAAAAAACxs/yS_ogZ3iFhg/s320/family+restroom+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-7622780331244304584?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7622780331244304584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=7622780331244304584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/7622780331244304584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/7622780331244304584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/sumbich.html' title='SUMBICH!!!!'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SxZZDhGIzzI/AAAAAAAACxs/yS_ogZ3iFhg/s72-c/family+restroom+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-1417568772091623943</id><published>2009-12-01T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:29:11.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booze'/><title type='text'>Glass of Wine</title><content type='html'>To my friends who enjoy a glass of wine...&lt;br /&gt;And those who don't and are always&lt;br /&gt;Seen with a bottle of water in their hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ben Franklin said:&lt;br /&gt;In wine there is wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;In beer there is freedom,&lt;br /&gt;In water there is bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a number of carefully controlled trials,&lt;br /&gt;Scientists have demonstrated that if we drink&lt;br /&gt;1 litre of water each day,&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the year we would have absorbed&lt;br /&gt;More than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E. Coli) - bacteria&lt;br /&gt;Found in feces.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;We do NOT run that risk when drinking wine &amp;amp; beer&lt;br /&gt;(or tequila, rum, whiskey or other liquor)&lt;br /&gt;Because alcohol has to go through a purification process&lt;br /&gt;Of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember:&lt;br /&gt;Water = Poop,&lt;br /&gt;Wine = Health.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid,&lt;br /&gt;Than to drink water and be full of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-1417568772091623943?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1417568772091623943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=1417568772091623943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/1417568772091623943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/1417568772091623943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/glass-of-wine.html' title='Glass of Wine'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-817527014659404185</id><published>2009-11-29T10:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:32:34.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>November Almost Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SxKTkzO1FlI/AAAAAAAACxk/PPWJcW8s07Y/s1600/lime+green+shirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409548362862368338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SxKTkzO1FlI/AAAAAAAACxk/PPWJcW8s07Y/s200/lime+green+shirts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don’t know about anyone else but November seems to have flown by, at least the latter half. The first part, not so much as my sister would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fact the first half was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; pits as far as my family was concerned. Our son was undergoing cancer treatment, had some kind of reaction to a trial drug and wham, now he was undergoing open heart surgery to repair a leaky value…sweet Mama, what else could happen. However, he is doing great and we are very thankful for that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SxKTLkWrHjI/AAAAAAAACxc/FxJQ4XZIHTw/s1600/Gram+and+Clint+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409547929372007986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SxKTLkWrHjI/AAAAAAAACxc/FxJQ4XZIHTw/s200/Gram+and+Clint+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And our newest grandson is putting on weight and just keeps getting cuter by the day (well, minute if you insist) and Grandma is having a hard time staying away –want to hold him constantly. I also miss the Minnesota &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; – at least they could and did play games with me (mind and board games).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a brisk walk yesterday morning – had no idea it was that chilly until the wind kick up and then, well, then I realized I should have worn a bit more than just a sweatshirt and vest. Oh well, walk faster and you warm up quick. One thing I noticed and heard was the geese all flying, honking and looking for directions – guess it’s time to head south. What cracks me up is the flock above my head was no where near a V shape – they must have flunked that course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later hubby and I put up some outside decorations. Hey, it was a great day for this except for the wind, when that sucker blew you felt it and began to get the idea, colder weather is gonna hit and soon. Oh well, that is life in the North Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose next week I shall hit the stores and begin the Christmas shopping (our daughter-in-law is already reminding us in no uncertain terms, she needs a wish list and she wants it ASAP). I have damn little idea of what to buy anyone so it’ll be one of those walk around and let something call to me…hey, this idea has worked for years and years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a grand Sunday – it is football day, so get the snacks prepared, find a comfy seat and sit back and enjoy….oh ya, I doth like my football games!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-817527014659404185?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/817527014659404185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=817527014659404185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/817527014659404185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/817527014659404185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-almost-over.html' title='November Almost Over'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SxKTkzO1FlI/AAAAAAAACxk/PPWJcW8s07Y/s72-c/lime+green+shirts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-8541021886360846278</id><published>2009-11-25T07:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:02:18.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good Morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, I am finally back home and came directly from the airport to see and hold my newest grandson.  OMG the photos do not even begin to show how much hair this boy has -- its amazing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course he is beautiful, handsome, adorable, snugglable and just flat out wonderful.  Grandma is just gonna be spending lots of time with him now and later...he is just too cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, I miss my Minnesota grandkids too -- only been a day but man, I got use to seeing their smiling faces at breakfast, doing homework and playing games with them too.  Oh well, once Mom and Dad got home, I was pretty much chopped liver...naw, they love me but they missed their parents and that is only fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our son is doing nicely.  Had a cancer treatment on Monday, what a long, drawn out day that was and yes, I was there.  That is one slow dripping IV process and then, he got the chills, so everything had to stop, he needed to warm up, get things back in sync and finally, resume the treatment.  What normally takes 5 hours, took a bit longer and his butt was numb as was mine.  If I understand all this crap, he has two more treatments, then he gets a break and 8 weeks after that he'll head back to Rochester aka Mayo Clinic for "tests," and then we shall hear "you are in total remission."  Ya, we live for that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As for his open heart surgery, he is doing nicely in that department too.  It's a slow process and small steps and he is learning to take things slow and easy (not an easy thing for him to accept).  Most likely he'll start cardiac rehab soon too...whatever in hell that entails (walking, light weights, etc).  Mostly tho he still tires easily and takes naps..so he joined (temporarily) the senior citizens happy hour each day and took a nice nap!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More later...have a lovely day and a fantastic Thanksgiving...we all have so much to be thankful for and we need to say thanks more often!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-8541021886360846278?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8541021886360846278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=8541021886360846278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/8541021886360846278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/8541021886360846278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-1594765949680058794</id><published>2009-11-20T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:10:52.017-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Santa Workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v1QILHgZjs4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v1QILHgZjs4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are my grandkids making "trains" at Santa's Workshop.  Later we visited with Santa.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What was interesting was the parents were looking for us and neary put out an APB -NY Grandma missing!!!  They didn't know about the workshop and had no idea I would be there -- silly parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lovely weather here in Warroad.  Our son is slowly getting around better but tires easily and actually looks forward to his afternoon naps (hey at my age, happy hour is a nap, so this works out nicely).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More later...have a great day and yes, by all means, keep smiling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-1594765949680058794?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1594765949680058794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=1594765949680058794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/1594765949680058794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/1594765949680058794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/santa-workshop.html' title='Santa Workshop'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-7871419249232064234</id><published>2009-11-18T16:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:17:21.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Great news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our son came through his heart surgery with flying colors and is now home.  He cannot drive and tires easily but he is following the doctor's orders and taking things slow and easy.  This involves going for short walks,  3 or 4 times a day and of course, no driving.  Think he over did it a bit yesterday, long walk, got the kids ice skates sharpened, visited his office for an hour, walked about in a store and then we did lunch. Whew, even I was exhausted.  Today he is definitely taking things a bit slower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yes, the kids were most happy to see their parents and I am currently chopped liver -- grandma was great while the parents were away but hey, they are home and they are glued to them like white on rice.  Ya, it'll last a bit longer and then, grandma will once again be the person to hang with -- or so I think!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As it now stands, unless something changes, I shall head back to NY next week and then, I shall get to meet my newest grandson.  Hell, stay here much longer and he'd be in pre-K!!!  Yes, life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weather has been beautiful here in Warroad. Sunny, breezy and chilly but not that horrible cold one expects in this northern tundra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Keep smiling...and again,thanks for all your prayers and support....deeply appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-7871419249232064234?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7871419249232064234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=7871419249232064234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/7871419249232064234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/7871419249232064234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/soon.html' title='Soon'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-3538786658412688230</id><published>2009-11-13T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:11:57.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Some times you Just Don't Ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just when you think you have heard it all, out pops another idiot!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;How about this one for all of the teachers I am forwarding this to.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of such ignorance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you pronounce this child's name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Le-a"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah?? NO&lt;br /&gt;Lee - A?? NOPE&lt;br /&gt;Lay - a?? NO&lt;br /&gt;Lei?? Guess Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child attends a school in Detroit, MI. Her mother is irate because everyone is getting her name wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pronounced "Ledasha" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Mother was asked about the pronunciation of the name, she said, "the dash don't be silent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, if you should happen to see something as ridiculous as this come across your desk, please remember to pronounce the dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If dey axes you why, just tell dem dat de dash don't be silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And then we wonder why the whole damn country is falling apart...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man went to church one day and afterward he stopped to shake the preacher's hand. He said, 'Preacher, I'll tell you, that was a damned fine sermon. Damned good!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The preacher said, 'Thank you sir, but I'd rather you didn't use profanity.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The man said, 'I was so damned impressed with that sermon I put five thousand dollars in the offering plate!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The preacher said, 'No shit?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-3538786658412688230?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3538786658412688230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=3538786658412688230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/3538786658412688230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/3538786658412688230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-times-you-just-dont-ask.html' title='Some times you Just Don&apos;t Ask'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-1925152763768295884</id><published>2009-11-11T11:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:19:38.138-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Saint Mary’s Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SvrjVH2WtDI/AAAAAAAACxA/jTVjDyhztYU/s1600-h/Dean+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402880655008117810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SvrjVH2WtDI/AAAAAAAACxA/jTVjDyhztYU/s200/Dean+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was taken inside, looking out...said tubes connect various building through this hospital...it is truly amazing and a fantastic medical facility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Mary’s hospital opened on Sep 30, 1889. Its history however began six years earlier when, in 1883, the Sisters of Saint Francis were called upon to care for the sick and injured after Rochester, Mn. Suffered a devastating tornado. The Sisters opened their teaching academy to house the critical patients. Dr. William Worrall Mayo directed the medical care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Saint Mary’s Hospital is one of the largest private hospitals in the world. I gotta tell ya, this sucker is HUGE. Inside the building are 5 other buildings: Mary Brigh Building, Francis Building; Joseph Building; Domitilla Building and Generose Building and each of these have various floors, rooms and patient services. It’s just amazing and a maze of long corridors but well mapped out and although you walk a lot folks are there to assist if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son began his Rochester adventure at the Mayo Clinic in a clinical trail for follicular lymphoma and he and his wife left home on Oct 25th and figured to be back Nov 2nd. Well, it was during these trials and a leaky heart value was discovered and then, it was more tests and finally the decision to have heart surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took place on Monday, November 9th and here we are Wednesday, Nov 11th and he is slowly having tubes removed, sitting up, getting nourishment and with any luck, a few steps this afternoon. He is strong but this is gonna be a long healing process and at the moment, he has all ready been informed, for awhile, he can lift nothing heavier than 5 pounds. This will be his hardest test to mind the doctor’s and follow orders – he will just need to relearn to take things slower and give his body a chance to heal completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Mama was with him and glad she was because he wanted his Mommy too. He loves his wife and she has been there the entire time and attentive, supporting, caring and loving but no matter how old you get, if possible you still want Mommy! Mama got pretty tired tho – sorry but a long drive to Rochester (8 hours) and then a lot of sitting and waiting, and that just wears you out. So I am using today to rest and doing damn little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anxious to see the grandkids and although this is “deer week,” and limited school days, they did attend yesterday and today, but it will be a 4-day weekend from this day on. BUT next week to make up for this time off, get this crap, they will go all FIVE days and the same hours – ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun is shining, it’s 47 degrees and if the energy level ups just a little, I think a walk would be wonderful – I’m gonna talk myself into a walk, you can see that happening, can’t ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, keep smiling and again, thanks for all your prayers and good thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-1925152763768295884?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1925152763768295884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=1925152763768295884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/1925152763768295884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/1925152763768295884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/saint-marys-hospital.html' title='Saint Mary’s Hospital'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SvrjVH2WtDI/AAAAAAAACxA/jTVjDyhztYU/s72-c/Dean+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-6309960523889329497</id><published>2009-11-07T10:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:24:27.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>HOLY E-MAIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day God was looking down at Earth and saw all of the rascally behavior that was going on. So he called one of His angels and sent the angel to Earth for a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When he returned, he told God, 'Yes, it is bad on Earth; 95% are misbehaving and only 5% are not. God thought for a moment and said, 'Maybe I had better send down a second angel to get another opinion.' So God called another angel and sent him to Earth for a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When the angel returned he went to God and said, 'Yes, it's true. The Earth is in decline; 95% are misbehaving, but 5% are being good.' God was not pleased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So He decided to e-mail the 5% that were good, because he wanted to encourage them, and give them a little something to help them keep going.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you know what the e-mail said? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SvWQzdQCU8I/AAAAAAAACwU/E6tPKa0APG4/s1600-h/ole+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401382541800395714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SvWQzdQCU8I/AAAAAAAACwU/E6tPKa0APG4/s200/ole+lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, I was just wondering, because I didn't get one either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-6309960523889329497?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6309960523889329497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=6309960523889329497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/6309960523889329497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/6309960523889329497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/holy-e-mail.html' title='HOLY E-MAIL'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SvWQzdQCU8I/AAAAAAAACwU/E6tPKa0APG4/s72-c/ole+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-5754519966412642689</id><published>2009-11-05T14:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:04:50.632-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Pastor's Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won..The Pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again and it won again.The local paper read:PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the Pastor not to enter the donkey in another race.The next day the local paper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was too much for the Bishop so he ordered the Pastor to get rid of the donkey.The Pastor decided to give it to a Nun in a nearby convent.The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day:NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Bishop fainted.He informed the Nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey so she sold it to a farmer for $10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10..&lt;br /&gt;This was too much for the Bishop so he ordered the Nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next day the headlines read: NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Bishop was buried the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The moral of the story is . . . being concerned about public opinion can bring you much grief and misery . . . even shorten your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So be yourself and enjoy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stop worrying about everyone else's ass and you'll be a lot happier and live longer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-5754519966412642689?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5754519966412642689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=5754519966412642689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/5754519966412642689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/5754519966412642689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/pastors-ass.html' title='Pastor&apos;s Ass'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-5280955203241533463</id><published>2009-11-04T11:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:34:43.024-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Junk Drawers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, go ahead; tell me you don’t have a junk drawer in your kitchen…liar….we all have at least one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is amazing is that when we finally decide to clean it, the stuff we realize we shoved in there should have been tossed a long time ago, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is even worse is once everything is out, you wash the drawer and it looks clean now, right? Then you put stuff back in the drawer and I don’t know about you, but mine looks almost as full and messy as when I started – what in hell is that all about? I don’t recall “Junk Drawer 101,” being like this, did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta tell ya, Minnesota is starting to get some cold weather. Hey, 25 degrees is cold in my book. And yes, we have had our first snow and it tried like hell to snow yesterday but it never happened, thank goodness. Again, the wind off the thousand Lakes makes it much cooler in my book but the folks here are of hearty stock and don’t see this as all that cold yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is really having a rough time with this treatment process. The new drug is causing all sorts of side affects and they are done with that sucker - -ya think? He was retaining fluids so they gave him something to stop that and that caused dehydration so that wasn’t a good plan. Then something else was tried and he was nausea and weak, I mean this is strong young man and he could not walk three steps without needing to sit down and rest…so he was being pushed about in a wheelchair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was hospitalized Sunday and Monday, they checked him and said he needed to stay in the hospital because he was experiencing a minor capillary leak syndrome…holy shit, what else can he experience? This morning his heart was racing so he was taken to ICU, on oxygen as a precautionary measure and everything is being monitored. It’s scary as hell hearing about all this and unable to do much however, he will get through this and he has a very strong, supportive and loving wife right by his side encouraging and keeping him fighting. Please pray for him and all those fighting cancer…this is one badass disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, is it time for grandma to study so she can do homework later, I do need to keep my image up for the grandkids, and at this point, I am still smarter than a 1st and 3rd grader - -not by much, but a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SvGs1BmNaeI/AAAAAAAACwA/DQTy-bg2nIo/s1600-h/burrito+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400287455155677666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SvGs1BmNaeI/AAAAAAAACwA/DQTy-bg2nIo/s200/burrito+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the home front, my newest grandson is doing great, Mommy and Daddy are enjoying him and as always I am anxious to see him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling folks, we’re above ground and life is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-5280955203241533463?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5280955203241533463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=5280955203241533463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/5280955203241533463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/5280955203241533463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/junk-drawers.html' title='Junk Drawers'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/SvGs1BmNaeI/AAAAAAAACwA/DQTy-bg2nIo/s72-c/burrito+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-2907508881152001323</id><published>2009-11-02T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:07:53.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/Su71bSaE3dI/AAAAAAAACvs/II3g-eyeRLE/s1600-h/halloween+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399522852410285522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/Su71bSaE3dI/AAAAAAAACvs/II3g-eyeRLE/s200/halloween+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whew, what a weekend and in this neck of Minnesota that's 3-days of weekend fun. Ya, no school on Friday...ye gads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Halloween was fun...the Grandma's did a great job...what the hell, we can brag too. I was a little puzzled when we "drove" kids almost house-to-house vs. having them walk and as it was not all that cold, this was even more of a puzzle to me. I am not saying kids did not walk door-to-door, they did but driving around town was also necessary. And we took them ONLY to places we knew they knew the kids. Then of course, we had to check all the candy and before long, a sugar high was seen, felt and heard...try getting them to bed when that is going on -- holy sheet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next day we headed over to the Black Bear for breakfast and my grandkids ate like this was their first meal in days...ye gads. Oh I was proud of them, made "happy plates." Then as it was Sunday, it was come home, play a few games and settle in for football. You wanna piss kids off, tell'em the TV is yours for the day..ye gads. Oh give me a break, they have a TV in their room, they can watch things up there. Why is it kids insist on having you in the same room to watch shows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has been a rough week and weekend for my son as the treatments put him thru the ringer. Then he was retaining fluid and needed help getting them out and was also experiencing some pain. Hopefully today's treatments will go smoother, better meds will be given to deal with pain, nausea and fluid retention. They really hope to head home today -- both are anxious to see their kids...they have NEVER been away from them for this long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And on the home front (meaning there) my grandson, Clint, is now home too. Mommy is taking him for his blood work and other check ups this morning all by herself and a tad nervous. Of course Grandpa has seen and held him and again, everyone is doing this but me...oh well, when I get home, he's all mine for a little while. I'm sure his parents will want a break by then too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the sun is shining, the dog and I have had a short walk -- it was chilly and that little Shih Tzu take very small steps...I had to adjust my pace to accommodate the damn dog -- how sad is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have a great day, and keep smiling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-2907508881152001323?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2907508881152001323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=2907508881152001323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/2907508881152001323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/2907508881152001323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/Su71bSaE3dI/AAAAAAAACvs/II3g-eyeRLE/s72-c/halloween+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-115623924122050963</id><published>2009-10-30T15:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:23:09.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Snowing In Minnesota</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey, snow at this time of year is even strange for this neck of the woods and you know, that first snow is always special...usually because its light and ain't gonna stick...that's special!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All fine here in Warroad, grand kids are good, keeping me busy and driving me nuts at times but it's all good stuff. I do lots of homework Monday thru Thursday, and then, more over the weekend...no school here on Friday's. Hey, the school voted for a 4-day school week, longer days and no school on Friday as a cost saving thingy. Not sure that is working as both parents and teachers dislike this new schedule. The folks reaping the benefits are those running day care --ya think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh for those keeping track,my son is doing okay. Treatments are awkward at times, making him very tired and he sleeps alot. But he is doing great. This is the longest they have been away from their kids and I don't know who bawls more when the call, the kids or them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/Suuei7nWByI/AAAAAAAACvk/BVM0g0MPb-Y/s1600-h/Clint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398582901289125666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/Suuei7nWByI/AAAAAAAACvk/BVM0g0MPb-Y/s200/Clint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the home front, I am proud to announce my daughter has had her baby. He came early, a month early (sick of that small apartment); currently in a hospital in Syracuse but all is fine.  He is a beautiful little boy, head full of black hair and man, is he loved by his parents and Grandma is anxious to see and hold him too. Like I said, he came a month early, weighed in at 5.5 and doing nicely..no lungs problems and eating up a storm.  He'll be headed to his own bed and home real soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yes, congrats and welcome Clint -- there's an exciting world for you to explore and see, it's gonna be a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Keep smiling folks, I'll be doing Grandma duty tomorrow night as I take grandkids out to trick or treat, the other Grandma is driving the getting away car -- we got this covered big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-115623924122050963?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115623924122050963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=115623924122050963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/115623924122050963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/115623924122050963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/snowing-in-minnesota.html' title='Snowing In Minnesota'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17kLAX6V4nM/Suuei7nWByI/AAAAAAAACvk/BVM0g0MPb-Y/s72-c/Clint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671251578385283533.post-2108310698252649369</id><published>2009-10-30T09:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:24:32.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blondes'/><title type='text'>The Blonde and the Cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A blonde city girl named Amy marries  a Newoundland rancher.  One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the rancher says to Amy,  'The insemination  man is coming over to impregnate one of our  cows today, so I drove a nail into the 2 by 4 just above where the cow's stall is in the barn. Please show him where the cow is when  he gets here, OK?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The rancher leaves  for the fields. After a while, the  artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door.  Amy takes him down to  the barn. They walk along the row of cows and when Amy sees the  nail, she tells him,      'This is the one right here.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The man, assuming he is dealing with an air head blond, asks, 'Tell me lady, 'cause  I'm dying to know; how would YOU know that this is the right cow to be  bred?' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'That's  simple," she said. "By the  nail that's over its stall,' she  explains very confidently. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Laughing rudely at  her, the man says, 'And what, pray  tell, is the nail for?' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The blond turns to walk away and says sweetly over her  shoulder,  'I guess  it's to hang your pants  on.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(It's nice to see a blond winning once in awhile.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1671251578385283533-2108310698252649369?l=pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2108310698252649369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1671251578385283533&amp;postID=2108310698252649369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/2108310698252649369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671251578385283533/posts/default/2108310698252649369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pat-littlemindbigthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/blonde-and-cow.html' title='The Blonde and the Cow'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873431335196974590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03153519740746175015'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>