<?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-25151082</id><updated>2009-10-22T18:12:02.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 of 9er</title><subtitle type='html'>When you just don't know what word to use...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>482</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-8749565429162302841</id><published>2009-10-09T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:30:33.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spammers.</title><content type='html'>It's frustrating enough not getting replies from the zillions of jobs I've applied for... but when I do get an email and it's a scam!  GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.  Sadly I know there are plenty of people who fall for them (which really is sad).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just pisses me off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-8749565429162302841?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/8749565429162302841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=8749565429162302841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8749565429162302841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8749565429162302841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/10/spammers.html' title='Spammers.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-7379007827216636839</id><published>2009-10-07T11:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:59:50.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One year near.</title><content type='html'>One year of being unemployed is getting closer and closer.  No leads.  No interviews.  And all I can think of is that my unemployment checks will end in December.  I cannot throw my son the 1st birthday party I wanted to.  Our savings is getting smaller each month which means and dreams of buying a house are more and more out of reach.  We cannot afford to move... and if I cannot find a job in Chicago where can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just do not know how to get a job.  I've tried everything, but nothing seems to work.  Recruiters don't want me.  My project management skills in the music industry don't seem to be a big selling point.  Going to school is not an option since I cannot afford childcare.  I dread the idea of working the overnight shift at the supermarket but that is what it's looking like so I can watch Miles during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being unemployed can really make you feel worthless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-7379007827216636839?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/7379007827216636839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=7379007827216636839&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7379007827216636839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7379007827216636839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-year-near.html' title='One year near.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-5378502408728624903</id><published>2009-07-23T08:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:13:32.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day.</title><content type='html'>Wake up some time between 4am and 6:30am.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Help LP get her bags ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;Go to snotty park before anyone gets there.&lt;br /&gt;Feed Miles.&lt;br /&gt;Nap #1... check Facebook, look for jobs, apply for jobs, try not to get down about being out of work.&lt;br /&gt;Go for a walk... usually to the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;Feed Miles.&lt;br /&gt;Play with blocks and toys.&lt;br /&gt;Nap #2... either get on the computer or read or start prepping dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Feed Miles.&lt;br /&gt;Play some more... work on walking, keep Miles from getting into things.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe go for a walk or go to one of the other parks for a swing session.&lt;br /&gt;Feed Miles.&lt;br /&gt;Miles starts getting really tired and cranky toward the late afternoon so spend time being goofy to make him smile until LP gets home.&lt;br /&gt;LP gets home so start dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Work on budget and bills plus work on grocery lists, Target lists, lists, lists, lists.&lt;br /&gt;LP puts Miles to sleep so I clean up all the toys and books.&lt;br /&gt;Eat.&lt;br /&gt;Clean kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Watch some TV and hang out with LP although we are usually too tired to talk much.&lt;br /&gt;Asleep around 9pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-5378502408728624903?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/5378502408728624903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=5378502408728624903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5378502408728624903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5378502408728624903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/07/may-day.html' title='My Day.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3583774854754657025</id><published>2009-07-20T09:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:54:51.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Park.</title><content type='html'>I live by three parks. One of them is named Fellger Park. This seems to be the cool hip spot for parents on the Northside of Chicago to bring their children... children under eight. I have seen people drive up, park on the street, pull out their stroller, strap the kid(s) in, and walk twenty feet into the park. And not any stroller will do... it must be the Bugaboo. This is the Northside park to be seen. It's where to show off your kid, what your kid is wearing, and chat with your lady friends about what car you should buy since your Mercedes is getting old (2 years) and your husband should make more money. If your lady friends cannot make it that means you just need to play with your iPhone and ignore your kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do Miles and I fit in? We don't. We try to avoid this park since it tends to be over crowded and the people are not very nice to us. We don't have a Bugaboo. We don't have our group of lady friends. We don't want to hang out. We just want to spend some time on the swing and do a little crawling around. We get the snotty stares. We've been told that it's surprising Miles is not walking yet (and how many 8 month babies do, and even if he was 16 months is it any business of yours?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles and I tend to only go in the early morning when the park is empty. This morning's trip actually had a nice encounter with another dad and his daughter. They actually spoke to us. They actually were having fun. It was a nice surprise. Then they left and the regulars came in and soon Miles and I went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-3583774854754657025?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/3583774854754657025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=3583774854754657025&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3583774854754657025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3583774854754657025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/07/park.html' title='The Park.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-553918238263581030</id><published>2009-05-09T13:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:06:46.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Giving Up...</title><content type='html'>No I am not giving this blog up, I am just not finding much time to type... and not many exciting things going on to post about.  Lately my posting has been limited to blurbs on Twitter and Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try to start a second blog at the beginning of 2009 about my life and times on unemployment.  With every day being the same... and getting absolutely nowhere on the job hunt I realized it was just so depressing (not therapeutic) to write about.  The winter months found me learning to be Mr. Mom... and trying to stay sane being inside all of the time.  Landing no job interviews since being laid off was just not good (and still is not)... but writing a blog about it seemed to make everything worse.  So myunemployedlife* got the axe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there will be a brighter future for this blog and for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-553918238263581030?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/553918238263581030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/553918238263581030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-giving-up.html' title='Not Giving Up...'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-4059334475962807932</id><published>2009-02-24T09:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:51:37.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paczki Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SaQWp2ItkcI/AAAAAAAABkU/dT3b5rCjeAM/s1600-h/IMG_1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306391169111790018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SaQWp2ItkcI/AAAAAAAABkU/dT3b5rCjeAM/s200/IMG_1950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is Paczki Day! So LP and I, along with Miles for the first time, made our annual trip to the Pasieka Bakery to buy some paczki for LP to take to work.  This is the first year I did not get to take some to share since I don't have a job.  This all means that Lent starts tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-4059334475962807932?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/4059334475962807932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=4059334475962807932&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4059334475962807932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4059334475962807932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/paczki-day.html' title='Paczki Day!'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SaQWp2ItkcI/AAAAAAAABkU/dT3b5rCjeAM/s72-c/IMG_1950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-2084594331420900662</id><published>2009-02-23T08:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:29:55.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>81st Oscar Wrap Up.</title><content type='html'>Slumdog Millionaire... did not see it.&lt;br /&gt;The Reader... did not see it, but own the book which I never read.&lt;br /&gt;Milk... did not see it.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky Cristina Barcelona... did not see it.&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button... did not see it, but almost did.&lt;br /&gt;The Duchess... did not see it, but it's in my queue on Netflix.&lt;br /&gt;Man on Wire... saw it and though it should of been a short.&lt;br /&gt;WALL-E... saw it, and thought it was good, not great.&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight... saw it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-2084594331420900662?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/2084594331420900662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=2084594331420900662&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2084594331420900662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2084594331420900662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/81st-oscar-wrap-up.html' title='81st Oscar Wrap Up.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-8304762759896637785</id><published>2009-02-15T12:08:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:21:22.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles loves bouncing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-71148eca294bacbc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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I guess there is a first for everything. Miles is now 16 weeks old and loves to jump in this jumpy-swing-thing. The tunes on the turntable in the background are by Breakestra. I highly recommend this album... it's great for parties, and for kids who love to bounce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZhbm3L_T_I/AAAAAAAABkE/9yg1AxPsPdo/s1600-h/Breakestra-HitTheFloor[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303089284436152306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZhbm3L_T_I/AAAAAAAABkE/9yg1AxPsPdo/s200/Breakestra-HitTheFloor%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-8304762759896637785?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=71148eca294bacbc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/8304762759896637785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=8304762759896637785&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8304762759896637785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8304762759896637785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/miles-loves-bouncing.html' title='Miles loves bouncing.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZhbm3L_T_I/AAAAAAAABkE/9yg1AxPsPdo/s72-c/Breakestra-HitTheFloor%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-5875320426458911855</id><published>2009-02-12T21:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:20:35.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Photoshop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTmt0KWPqI/AAAAAAAABjc/ryEaoyOOM_c/s1600-h/chicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTmt0KWPqI/AAAAAAAABjc/ryEaoyOOM_c/s320/chicago.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302116336092462754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When there is no time to post... then why not post a photo of Chicago taken from my phone and reworked in Photoshop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-5875320426458911855?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/5875320426458911855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=5875320426458911855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5875320426458911855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5875320426458911855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/chicago-photoshop.html' title='Chicago Photoshop.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTmt0KWPqI/AAAAAAAABjc/ryEaoyOOM_c/s72-c/chicago.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-25151082.post-3691259601102380365</id><published>2009-02-10T18:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:52:27.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>60 In February.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZIg7vHf3NI/AAAAAAAABjU/Dnfg7F69h6U/s1600-h/img103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZIg7vHf3NI/AAAAAAAABjU/Dnfg7F69h6U/s320/img103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301335922000780498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one plus about being unemployed is being able to take my son for a walk in the neighborhood on the first 60 degree day of the year.  By the weekend it will be back in the 30's with some flurries.  The sun did us both well today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-3691259601102380365?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/3691259601102380365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=3691259601102380365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3691259601102380365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3691259601102380365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/60-in-february.html' title='60 In February.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZIg7vHf3NI/AAAAAAAABjU/Dnfg7F69h6U/s72-c/img103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-7018404875621684286</id><published>2009-02-03T06:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:33:24.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions and Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I am totally hooked on the television show "The Secret Life of the American Teenager."  I know, I know - it is truly awful (is anything on ABC Family good?), but I just cannot stop watching.  I was actually surprised that it was renewed for a second season.  All of the high school kids have sex or want to have sex, yet none of them drink or do drugs because that would be bad.  Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to way too much UB40 lately.  And for most, ten seconds is far too much.  I am a sucker for crap. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Pepsi ripped-off Obama's logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of winter this year... and that's huge for me.  I love the cold and snow but this January being the coldest in 25 years for Chicago - yeah, I've had enough.  Global warming my ass. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think Cherry Ride will ever post again.  I think he's done with blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often hope for bad things to come to the company I use to work for.  I know this is not right, especially since I have good friends who still work there and do not want to see them lose their jobs too... but I still find myself hoping the company will go out of business.  Thankfully I usually realize right away what I am doing and stop myself because it is not healthy to wish bad things on other people.  I need to use my brain for better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel the February 3, 1959 was the day that the innocence of music died.  Sure, the music did not die that day... but that clean cut All-American image seemed to die soon after.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SYfIEP_SUlI/AAAAAAAABjM/aGzP3q36OY8/s1600-h/trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298423461961683538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SYfIEP_SUlI/AAAAAAAABjM/aGzP3q36OY8/s200/trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-7018404875621684286?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/7018404875621684286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=7018404875621684286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7018404875621684286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7018404875621684286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/confessions-and-thoughts.html' title='Confessions and Thoughts.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SYfIEP_SUlI/AAAAAAAABjM/aGzP3q36OY8/s72-c/trio.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-25151082.post-4215556455343216036</id><published>2009-02-02T05:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T05:32:00.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SYZ3lWKKXjI/AAAAAAAABjE/ZDEologs5Xs/s1600-h/groundhog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SYZ3lWKKXjI/AAAAAAAABjE/ZDEologs5Xs/s200/groundhog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298053495135034930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Groundhog Day... and yes, I even dig the movie.  Although I can't seem to find my copy of the movie.  Grrrrr...  Hope Punxsutawney Phil does not see his shadow this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-4215556455343216036?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/4215556455343216036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=4215556455343216036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4215556455343216036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4215556455343216036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/groundhog-day.html' title='Groundhog Day.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SYZ3lWKKXjI/AAAAAAAABjE/ZDEologs5Xs/s72-c/groundhog.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-25151082.post-28506625400610332</id><published>2009-02-01T22:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:32:05.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeper Bowl.</title><content type='html'>This year I skipped watching the Super Bowl... I took a long nap which I really needed.  It was very satisfying.  Although I did not eat any of the junk food (chips &amp;amp; dip) we bought to munch on during the game.  I think the Steelers won.  I got up in time to see the new episode of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-28506625400610332?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/28506625400610332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=28506625400610332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/28506625400610332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/28506625400610332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleeper-bowl.html' title='Sleeper Bowl.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-2290987450656103676</id><published>2009-01-27T06:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:30:56.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Box of Dub.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SX5-269xWbI/AAAAAAAABi8/Ug362u47QaI/s1600-h/dub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SX5-269xWbI/AAAAAAAABi8/Ug362u47QaI/s200/dub.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295809693840660914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been completely absorbed with the two Box of Dub compilations that Soul Jazz put out a little while ago...  2007 maybe?  Dubstep is the only electronic music I have been listening to, with the exception of Lindstrom.  I'll probably be completely sick of it in a few days... but right now it seems just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good place to learn more about Dubstep is: &lt;a href="http://www.dubstep.fm/"&gt;dubstep.fm/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-2290987450656103676?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/2290987450656103676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=2290987450656103676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2290987450656103676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2290987450656103676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='Box of Dub.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SX5-269xWbI/AAAAAAAABi8/Ug362u47QaI/s72-c/dub.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-25151082.post-5907205298836615850</id><published>2009-01-26T07:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:44:00.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Friend.</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday Miles and I had our first play date.  This couple that LP and I met at a wedding a couple weekends ago has a new baby who is two weeks younger than Miles.  Score!  Meeting people with a new born too!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Mom &amp;amp; Baby Girl came over for a play date on Thursday afternoon.  Our kids are too young to actually play together, but it was just nice to be able to talk to someone about daily boring things... diapers, poop, spit up, feeding, Target, etc.  We drank some coffee.  Ate some cookies LP had made.  Changed some diapers.  Got to know each other.  And all of a sudden three hours had passed and it was time for Mom &amp;amp; Baby Girl to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A simple get together which ended up making my afternoon so much better.  We are going to try it again this week.  Yea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-5907205298836615850?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/5907205298836615850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=5907205298836615850&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5907205298836615850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5907205298836615850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/mommy-friend.html' title='Mommy Friend.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-2663587356424456977</id><published>2009-01-24T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:35:14.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eloise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXvr3Sdv-lI/AAAAAAAABio/gA9QiaLZFP4/s1600-h/3223552523_3c30cacb40_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXvr3Sdv-lI/AAAAAAAABio/gA9QiaLZFP4/s320/3223552523_3c30cacb40_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295085121986099794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a good day for a kitty photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-2663587356424456977?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/2663587356424456977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=2663587356424456977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2663587356424456977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2663587356424456977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/eloise.html' title='Eloise.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXvr3Sdv-lI/AAAAAAAABio/gA9QiaLZFP4/s72-c/3223552523_3c30cacb40_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-7146032131261167576</id><published>2009-01-22T10:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:53:44.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Monday.</title><content type='html'>I was never aware that the third Monday of the year was referred to as "Blue Monday."  Did you?  I was only knew of the New Order song by the same name... a pretty darn good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Monday is supposedly so depressing since by the third Monday of the year we are already failing at our resolutions, getting tired of the winter cold, and trying to pay off the debt we incurred over the Christmas holidays.  I am sure a lot of us are trying to lose some weight, or at least wishing it would just go away.  Many of us are thinking about family we saw over the holidays and wish we lived much more close to love ones... or further away.  And I am sure some are remembering the hopes we had on New Years Eve for a better 2009, and already think the new year blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not focused this year on if I was depressed or not on Blue Monday... mainly since I did not discover this until the day after.  Also it was MLKJ Day and LP was at home... which was great.  It was also the day before the inauguration of Obama so there was too much time spent focused on the television and not on measuring depression.  Excitement was in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year hopefully I'll be able to take a few minutes to pause and reflect and see if I am truly blue on Blue Monday.  Hope you weren't... and if you were... I guess that day is the worst it can be for the year so things are looking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-7146032131261167576?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/7146032131261167576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=7146032131261167576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7146032131261167576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7146032131261167576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/blue-monday.html' title='Blue Monday.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-4125265245902292254</id><published>2009-01-21T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:08:15.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a very trying day for me. Being Mr. Mom sounds like a lot of fun, but yesterday was one of those days I wish I had of been at my old job. My old job seemed like a walk in the park compared to yesterday. And if it were a nice Spring day I would of gone for a walk in the park, but with it being only in the teens outside there was no way I could take Miles outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was full of crying, screaming, and fussing. Nothing I tried seemed to work. Miles did not want want to be held or rocked. He did not want to be put in his crib, swing, or bouncy seat. He did not want to eat. He did not want to sleep. He was just not sure what he wanted... or at least I could not figure it out. And when a baby cries at you on and off all day (no he did not cry for eight hours straight... although it seemed like it) you just feel defeated and sad. Defeated because you cannot seem to find the solution, and sad because it's hard to see a little baby so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he calms down, and finally falls to sleep, I look at him and know all of this frustration is worth it. It really is. Now only if I could find a job so we could have a more secure future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXh9tbfbuxI/AAAAAAAABiE/_zECS2pH33U/s1600-h/IMG_1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294119581401201426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXh9tbfbuxI/AAAAAAAABiE/_zECS2pH33U/s200/IMG_1676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-4125265245902292254?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/4125265245902292254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=4125265245902292254&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4125265245902292254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4125265245902292254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXh9tbfbuxI/AAAAAAAABiE/_zECS2pH33U/s72-c/IMG_1676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-6768435851281742942</id><published>2009-01-20T10:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:09:40.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>His Day, Our Day (part 2).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXc_HwEsF2I/AAAAAAAABh0/peEGCF2u4ig/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293769289393510242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXc_HwEsF2I/AAAAAAAABh0/peEGCF2u4ig/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-6768435851281742942?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/6768435851281742942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=6768435851281742942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6768435851281742942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6768435851281742942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-day-our-day-part-2.html' title='His Day, Our Day (part 2).'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXc_HwEsF2I/AAAAAAAABh0/peEGCF2u4ig/s72-c/obama.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-25151082.post-918579791555890804</id><published>2009-01-19T09:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:09:52.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>His Day, Our Day (part 1).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXc-4TNy7BI/AAAAAAAABhs/mA0Fr2m6vXk/s1600-h/mlkj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293769023949040658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXc-4TNy7BI/AAAAAAAABhs/mA0Fr2m6vXk/s320/mlkj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-918579791555890804?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/918579791555890804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=918579791555890804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/918579791555890804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/918579791555890804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-day-our-day-part-1.html' title='His Day, Our Day (part 1).'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXc-4TNy7BI/AAAAAAAABhs/mA0Fr2m6vXk/s72-c/mlkj.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-25151082.post-7148866482126674520</id><published>2009-01-16T21:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:07:02.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative Coldness + A Rumor.</title><content type='html'>I know there are plenty of cities in this world that are a lot colder than Chicago, but waking up to -17 degrees was brutal for most of us in this city. Plus we had a lovely windchill to add to the misery. It was so cold that when I drove LP to work I really wanted to pick up every single person outside waiting for the bus. I am glad that by tomorrow we will be 30 degrees warmer! Below I have attached a few photos from the cold day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are rumors that a certain blogger is coming back... a certain blogger who has not posted since September. I am very excited about this - that is if I can find time to read that blog (I've not been so good about catching up on the blogs I like to read).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXIAJ1yJXkI/AAAAAAAABhI/s73ufXucC4k/s1600-h/IMG_1630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292292681169985090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXIAJ1yJXkI/AAAAAAAABhI/s73ufXucC4k/s320/IMG_1630.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Tracy Butler... we watch her every weekday morning on the local ABC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXH_9p792WI/AAAAAAAABhA/MKj4QL456wM/s1600-h/IMG_1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292292471831517538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXH_9p792WI/AAAAAAAABhA/MKj4QL456wM/s320/IMG_1632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;COLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXH_y6T8DOI/AAAAAAAABg4/KrGR7Xf98Yk/s1600-h/IMG_1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292292287248469218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXH_y6T8DOI/AAAAAAAABg4/KrGR7Xf98Yk/s320/IMG_1634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice on the tree in our backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-7148866482126674520?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/7148866482126674520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=7148866482126674520&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7148866482126674520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7148866482126674520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/negative-coldness-rumor.html' title='Negative Coldness + A Rumor.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXIAJ1yJXkI/AAAAAAAABhI/s73ufXucC4k/s72-c/IMG_1630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3680490540811250321</id><published>2009-01-15T07:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:13:00.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my unemployed life*</title><content type='html'>I started a new blog this year.  It's not very exciting, but it is a good way for me to reflect on my current situation.  It might be a tad bit depressing, but I do not mean it to be.  I really would like to just have a record of this trying time in my life.  I am going to keep the fun stories of my life to this blog, but I am sure my new blog will have an occasional rant about my last job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myunemployedlife.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://myunemployedlife.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-3680490540811250321?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/3680490540811250321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=3680490540811250321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3680490540811250321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3680490540811250321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-unemployed-life.html' title='my unemployed life*'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-775285230982365195</id><published>2009-01-14T06:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T06:30:26.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SW3asxortWI/AAAAAAAABeo/bLBb8YcFPmQ/s1600-h/weather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SW3asxortWI/AAAAAAAABeo/bLBb8YcFPmQ/s200/weather.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291125600003274082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Gee... tomorrow is going to be fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-775285230982365195?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/775285230982365195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=775285230982365195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/775285230982365195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/775285230982365195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SW3asxortWI/AAAAAAAABeo/bLBb8YcFPmQ/s72-c/weather.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-25151082.post-1445427406884864743</id><published>2009-01-13T21:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:05:55.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Mom.</title><content type='html'>My new role this year has been Mr. Mom.  Now that I am unemployed, and LP had to go back to work, I get to spend my days with Miles.  This has been such a joy.  I feel absolutely lucky that I have been given time to spend with my son.  My son... even saying (or typing) it is still foreign to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these days of "such a joy" have been a lot of work for me.  See I am one of those people who never cared for babies.  I have always been uncomfortable around newborns since I have not a clue how to care for them.  So I jumped in the fire and I am learning each and every day.  I have down the feeding, changing diapers, and playing.  I am not so good at calming and soothing.  Miles sees me as his buddy who plays, so he has not bought into the idea that I can also be the one to rock him to sleep when he is cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start each day with a huge list of things to do... and some days I get a lot done, and some days I get zero accomplished.  There are these days were Miles just wants complete attention, and that means I cannot find time to do anything else.  In stead of being frustrated I try to just go with the flow and give Miles the attention he needs.  Those days we play with stuffed animals, look in the mirror, and flip through pages of the many books we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning to go to a Friday morning Mommy playgroup... which I am sure I'll be the only Mr. Mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being unemployed is rough, it really makes me feel worthless.  But as Mr. Shain pointed out - I am lucky I get to be Mr. Mom.  I am enjoying this time with Miles, because many parents don't get this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-1445427406884864743?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/1445427406884864743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=1445427406884864743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/1445427406884864743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/1445427406884864743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr-mom.html' title='Mr. Mom.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-4207688860900934192</id><published>2009-01-12T22:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:06:50.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployed.</title><content type='html'>Being unemployed is one of the worst feelings I have ever had.  It is a feeling of worthlessness and not being wanted or needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laid off at the end of 2008 by the small company I was employed with for nearly nine years.  I worked extremely hard at being the best project / production manager for all of my clients, and was very proud at the loyalty they showed me.  Sure I probably got a little too comfortable at times, being that my job was in the music industry and it was probably going to come to an end at some time because of declining CD sales.  I brought in the most money for the company and was with them for the longest amount of time - and I was rewarded by getting let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not only let go, I got the official word on the day LP and I were going into the hospital for her induction for the birth of our first child.  Although this was a very hard pill to swallow I also realized that this was a true and clear sign that I no longer needed to put so much hard work and effort into a company for a boss who could do that to me.  Oh, and it got worse since I had to sit on a conference call a week or so later where my boss let the rest of the company know that they were all getting raises and how things would be so great in 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... I am better off not there.  But my ex-coworkers (who I miss) still have a job... and I don't.  And my boss keeps calling and emailing to check in with me.  He just wants to make sure I get a new job soon so he can stop feeling bad for himself.  He took the big risk by getting rid of me, and thought all of my clients would stay (hint: they didn't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being unemployed in a city where my network for getting a new job is slim is rough.  I am struggling to find leads, and I am struggling to understand how I am going to get a job.  I am trying so very hard to stay positive... but it difficult when my former boss keeps contacting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25151082-4207688860900934192?l=5of9er.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/4207688860900934192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25151082&amp;postID=4207688860900934192&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4207688860900934192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4207688860900934192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/unemployed.html' title='Unemployed.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>5of9er@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18220881445287554870'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry></feed>