<?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-9747285</id><updated>2009-12-28T00:01:58.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimbob's Wineblog</title><subtitle type='html'>Wine advice from regular people. Most wines blogged are under $10 per bottle. 
Disclaimer: We are not professional wine tasters. Just because we liked it doesn't mean you will. :0)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-9154359147632253193</id><published>2009-01-24T21:44:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:12:07.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and The Little Penguin</title><content type='html'>Since no one has posted in a while, J-Dog will. He is enjoying The Little Penguin Cabernet, in the big bottle for $9.99. The &lt;a href="http://www.thelittlepenguin.com/wines"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; has a dating section:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Xt7uQx-Cwo/SXvv6gedNNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/rTeqFhynwsc/s1600-h/penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Xt7uQx-Cwo/SXvv6gedNNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/rTeqFhynwsc/s320/penguin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295089575333278930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I suppose this is a place for singles who have an affinity for The Little Penguin wine. I know that has been the problem with my love life; I haven't met anyone who shares my passion for The Little Penguin wine. What kind of person drinks The Little Penguin? I hope only the best, most attractive people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the copy on the site is credited to The Little Penguin. Who knew there were talented penguins in advertising? How do they type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the wine. The site says it has an awesome ruby red color and the scent of fresh berries. I would say more of a deep garnet. The scent is slightly berry-ish. "The palette jumps with sweet Australian Cabernet fruit, soft background tannins and a great taste that lingers. My palette didn't jump, but maybe penguins are more sensitive. I do agree on the soft background tannins. The taste does linger, and I had it with pasta, so can vouch for that. The body is a little thin, but that isn't always bad. I do think that, for the money, this is a nice table wine. I wouldn't pull it out to impress a date, unless it was one from the penguin dating site. Come to think of it, a woman who is devoted to The Little Penguin label probably isn't much for expensive diamonds or that sort of thing. Excuse me, I have to go create my profile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9747285-9154359147632253193?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9154359147632253193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=9154359147632253193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/9154359147632253193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/9154359147632253193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-post.html' title='Love and The Little Penguin'/><author><name>J-Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03594087317780894203'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Xt7uQx-Cwo/SXvv6gedNNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/rTeqFhynwsc/s72-c/penguin.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-9747285.post-3920100370103549287</id><published>2008-10-19T21:14:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:46:43.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0X6qxu7eUE/SPwHyBtS5QI/AAAAAAAAABE/ib8SOqAfHuY/s1600-h/DCP03827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0X6qxu7eUE/SPwHyBtS5QI/AAAAAAAAABE/ib8SOqAfHuY/s320/DCP03827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259087020895167746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm back. It's time to get going on this again. For those who are wondering where I went, in 2007 I was pregnant with Nicolette. She was born September 20, 2007. Four weeks early and a whopping 5 Lbs even.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't drinking wine and really didn't have time for writing either. Now she is an entire year old. They grow up so fast. I have been really busy with new baby, driving teenage girls everywhere and Bob still working up in North Dakota the majority of the time. Here is Nicolette now, just a little over a year later. She is helping her Uncle Jeff play the guitar. Good Job baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0X6qxu7eUE/SPwKAG3UlnI/AAAAAAAAABM/RfzycB7R9RE/s1600-h/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0X6qxu7eUE/SPwKAG3UlnI/AAAAAAAAABM/RfzycB7R9RE/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259089461820823154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the good news. The Bob part of me managed to get a job working for the same company, right here in Denver. So, after November of this year, he will be home every night and weekends too! This will free me up from chauffeuring everyone around so much giving me more  time to start drinking and writing about wine and life in the KimBob household once again. With the elections right around the corner and wine to relax me, don't be too surprised if I inject my opinion into some of my posts. Don't worry though, I am always right. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;I have three bottles waiting for me, so rest assured I will be back this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9747285-3920100370103549287?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3920100370103549287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=3920100370103549287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/3920100370103549287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/3920100370103549287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies.'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0X6qxu7eUE/SPwHyBtS5QI/AAAAAAAAABE/ib8SOqAfHuY/s72-c/DCP03827.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-9747285.post-5349957842183887852</id><published>2007-07-23T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:38:44.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I drink white, I drink white, I drink white</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.woodbridgewines.com/global_assets/images/label/woodbridge/WB_CH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.woodbridgewines.com/global_assets/images/label/woodbridge/WB_CH.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at Kim and Bob's and in front of me was a TV tray holding a blue-colored glass of white wine (Woodbridge Chardonnay by Robert Mondavi). A fish tank the size of a front door was located to the right of me. The tank's occupants stared with glassy eyes and I tried not to stare back. This was an important night. I was trying to figure out how to taste wine properly.&lt;br /&gt;Kim was trying to teach me.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I tried to do was to taste Granny Smith apples in the wine. We didn't put apples in the glass, that's just what you're suppose to taste, but since I'm used to slugging it down while my toddler drives me mad, Kim had to spell it out for me.&lt;br /&gt;"It's crispy, refreshing and light. And a little sour. Like Granny Smith apples," she said. Kim doesn't normally drink white wine, so she was doing me a favor. It was a fairly big favor, too, but I think that's just her way. (After all, she's letting a wine guzzling hack like me write on her blog. And, I should add, a wine-guzzling hack who is allergic to red wine. I like it, but the first glass makes my ears Itch, while the second makes my head ache. If I go for a third, I can count on all of that going on for at least two days.)&lt;br /&gt;Back to the white. Yeah, I thought. It's a little sour. Like green apples. I could taste apples and that's saying something because I've been drinking this very wine for six years without thinking too much about the taste. It's the one my husband always buys because I like dry white wine and I'm too chicken to try something else.&lt;br /&gt;Even trying to drink slow, I finished up the first glass while Kim and Bob mulled over their first. I think Bob had left his glass on the fish tank. He'd played Hotel California on his guitar, Kim and I had just finished pretending we could sing it, and he took a short break to drink. He added, "I tasted pears."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," I said, sipping (why lie, gulping) a little of my second glass. "Does wine change after you drink it a while? Because this one tastes fruitier to me as I go along."&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Kim agreed that it might and said something about what happens to red wine when its opened, but I wasn't paying attention because it occurred to me that I'd never really paid attention to this wine tasting different the longer you drank it and I was rather proud that I noticed something, on my own, about the wine.&lt;br /&gt;I finished the bottle a few nights later and noticed another thing. I had a little smoky taste in my mouth when I ran to answer the door. My husband, George had come home with dinner from Anthony's. I wasn't smoking, so that wasn't it. Could it be the wine? I think so. So, there you have it. Crisp and refreshing. Applie, pearie, and a fruitie-smoky after taste.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend it with ice on a really hot day. I don't need to tell you I've eaten it with everything from quiche to Cheetos, but the bottle recommends you try roasted chicken, grilled fish, fresh salad and creamy cheese. The cost for 1.5 liters is under $10 and it keeps well in the refrigerator if you can't finish it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9747285-5349957842183887852?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5349957842183887852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=5349957842183887852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/5349957842183887852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/5349957842183887852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-drink-white-i-drink-white-i-drink.html' title='I drink white, I drink white, I drink white'/><author><name>Mechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13327101264396357603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10678260319477575153'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-4019705847558361831</id><published>2007-07-06T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:04:58.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why Drink When You Have A Toddler?'/><title type='text'>Why drink when you have a toddler?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/blogs/images/sfgate/parenting/2006/07/26/baby_beer400x299.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.sfgate.com/blogs/images/sfgate/parenting/2006/07/26/baby_beer400x299.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because drinking with a toddler frees you up to make sock puppets, or to indulge in staring out the window at the fat idiots taking their fat dogs on ten minute walks for exercise, while you, who never exercise, finish dinner with your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;One day when my husband was going to be late from work, I found myself and my 2-year-old minus clean underwear, without any scrap of floor in the room to stand on that didn’t contain a toy, and pretty much fed up with each other.&lt;br /&gt;This, I said aloud to myself, because I was that desperate for adult conversation, is a perfect day to take up drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Now before I go further, I should point out that many people would say that drinking is exactly what you shouldn’t do when caring for your children.  I would say that you sound very much like me before my daughter was born.  That is, a child-rearing expert. Having expertise in child-rearing is one of those backward things. When you actually have children you lose your expert status because the children you’ve been disciplining have always been other people’s children.  Everybody knows the last person who knows anything about their own child is their own parent. They don’t tell you this in the hospital, or in the hip bar where you did most of your child rearing before you had your own.&lt;br /&gt;Me (four years before my daughter): “That mother should just tell her winy kid ‘no’ to ice cream. I would never give my child ice cream.”&lt;br /&gt;My husband: “I wonder why that kid’s mom is drinking so much.”&lt;br /&gt;Once you have kids, the childless couples won’t want to talk to you about their discipline ideas. That’s because they are saving their fantastic bits of wisdom for each other and other childless couples.&lt;br /&gt;Woman who is part of a childless couple: “So you’re having some problems getting your daughter to behave in church?”&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Yes.  You should have seen her Easter Sunday.”&lt;br /&gt;Woman who is part of a childless couple: (Raises eye brows.  Appears to be deep in thought.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: “What? Why are you doing that with your face?&lt;br /&gt;Woman who is part of a childless couple: “I gotta go talk to my husband about something.”&lt;br /&gt;It’s a shame, really, that the experts won’t talk, because drinking while caring for a toddler makes a parent really want to discuss such matters (and why they are the other parent’s fault), and, of course, anything else that comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I drank with my toddler I tried to hide it from her, but she knew something was up when I started to laugh too long at her jokes and have way more fun with her rolly-poppy toy that she had ever had. Being a toddler she said, “That’s mine!” and tried to clobber me with Barbie, but Barbie’s a wimp.  Absolutely no muscle tone.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon it was all out in the open. I even bought some plastic wine glasses so she could join me, (she drank water, of course, what do you take me for?).  It was great mother-daughter bonding time, putting our feet on the table, making up toasts. “To Barbie, may your feet always be pointed like you’re wearing high heels! To Oink-Oink, may he always be pink!”&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, Susan, is amazed that I can pull off drunkenness in front of my toddler. She drinks, but she can’t imagine trying one on in front of her children (at least when they were younger). A few days ago she called me, stressed out because her son had poured sand in her hairbrush collection.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going to kill him,” she snarled. “I’ve had those hairbrushes since I was born.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t do that,” I advised wisely. “Just drink.”&lt;br /&gt;“Drink what?” she said. “I’m not thirsty. Just feeling murderous.”&lt;br /&gt;“Alcohol,” I said. “Finish off that bottle of red from last night.”&lt;br /&gt;She was silent for a moment.  She was thinking about it, I could tell. “But wouldn’t that be irresponsible? My husband’s not even home, yet.”&lt;br /&gt;“Nooo, it’s the right thing to do,” I said. “It took you way too long to grow that kid.”&lt;br /&gt;Again, she lapsed into silence. Like a good friend I added, “If you have to kill somebody, make it your husband.”&lt;br /&gt;After successfully reducing stress every time I drank I can honestly say that the only difference between me and Susan is experience. When she gets frustrated she thinks about killing her children. I just peacefully reach for my corkscrew and a glass.  Make love, not war.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve taught a lot of other stay-at-home mothers how to do the same. Here are some tips from some drinking mommas on not only how to endure, but to embrace drinking with your toddler.&lt;br /&gt;Sally Isalittle Sloshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleproduct.biz/images/mcHuntingKnife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.wholesaleproduct.biz/images/mcHuntingKnife.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 1: Be safe. Remove all knives and corkscrews from your toddler’s reach. Drink responsibly. Lock yourself in a toddler-proof room with your toddler and bottle.  Yours AND hers/his. Make sure they have plenty to play with, but also take care to have a soft bed with pillows and blankets nearby just in case you pass out. Leave the key somewhere where your husband can find it.&lt;br /&gt;Best reason to drink with a toddler: She/he has just learned the appropriate use of the word ‘shut up’ and is using it.&lt;br /&gt;Patty Isalittle Plastered&lt;br /&gt;Tip 2: Drink slowly to ease yourself into a good mood. There’s no bigger buzz kill when drinking with a toddler than to feel like puking right when you might have to change a diaper.&lt;br /&gt;Best reason to drink with a toddler: You’ve waited so long to have a child and you suck as a mother.&lt;br /&gt;Annie Isalittle Annihilated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.move.com/behind-the-walls/wp-content/blogs.dir/6/files/2007/05/messy-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://blogs.move.com/behind-the-walls/wp-content/blogs.dir/6/files/2007/05/messy-room.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 3: If you’re drinking because your bundle of joy won’t pick up his/her toys don’t pick up the toys for them. Don’t forget, a drinking parent is still a parent. Instead, search the real estate section for a new home in which to live. Sometimes a snap decision to move out of the squalor the child has created is the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;Best reason to drink with a toddler: Some people drive better when they are drunk.  It’s entirely possible that you mother better, drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Polly Isalittle Polluted&lt;br /&gt;Tip 4:  Have an adventurous attitude. Drink thinking that you’ll have a good time, not a bad time. You’re toddler wants to see you having fun, right? It’s what life is all about and she/he wants you to show her/him life. Plus, it can give him/her a sense of family history. After, Uncle Paul Polluted and Uncle Peter Plastered (husband of Patty) died of the drink. It’s good to remember and honor the dead.&lt;br /&gt;Best reason to drink with a toddler: That huge bottle of wine is taking up way too much room in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;Betty Isalittle Blasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mouseandmore.com/images/lithos/BBballdance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.mouseandmore.com/images/lithos/BBballdance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 5:&lt;br /&gt;You haven’t laughed all day because all the songs to Disney’s Beauty and the Beast keep going through your head. Drinking, even just one glass of wine, resets the musical in your head.&lt;br /&gt;Best reason to drink with a toddler: Ability to teach drinking in the safety of your own home. This valuable lesson will serve your child well when they get their driver’s license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualifiers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.vei.net/bklyn-aa/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://users.vei.net/bklyn-aa/logo.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are, or suspect you might be an alcoholic, don’t do any of this. If you are a lonely, stay-at-home mother, and a light drinker, it’s O.K. Also, you must be a person, like my big sister, who takes herself way too seriously and who has been saying ever since she was a kid “I don’t like drugs or drinking because I don’t like to get out of control.” Only then are you allowed to take any of this seriously. But not too seriously. Because I don’t really think anybody should get drunk, drunk with a toddler, just a little drunk. Especially my big sister, but not with my toddler, with her own toddler which she could have one if she didn’t get her tubes tied way too young, when she was in her 30s after her son was born because she couldn’t stand the idea of having another child because she didn’t like to get out of control. You see what I’m saying. Only my big sister should take this seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9747285-4019705847558361831?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4019705847558361831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=4019705847558361831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/4019705847558361831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/4019705847558361831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-drink-when-you-have-toddler.html' title='Why drink when you have a toddler?'/><author><name>Mechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13327101264396357603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10678260319477575153'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-6202813386009467063</id><published>2007-07-05T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:30:14.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's been a little toasty around here. I'm sitting in the living room with our portable swamp cooler aimed directly on me.  Life saving device,  add ice and water and it's just like AC, except not as cold. The Bob part of me is up North, yes, gone for our anniversary again. Jessica is at cheer camp and Nikita and Nolan are at their dad's house for 10 more days. I have been keeping busy by mowing the lawn, walking dogs, and "baby-sitting" J-Dogs new pup while he relaxes in Wisconsin. In between all of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;, I've been watching a Sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt; all day marathon of a series called "Dead Like Me". It's been on since early this morning.  Interesting series about a group of people who were chosen to work for the Grim Reaper. It's addictive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, I'm almost into the 3rd trimester with the baby. There's a party in my belly. All kinds of action in there. We think it's a girl from the ultra sound. Poor Nolan, he really wants a brother. Too many sisters already. If the doctor is right, we'll have to try again for a boy. I'll do an update after the next ultra sound.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm going to add a contributor to this blog. For obvious reasons, I'm not drinking much wine (it gives me heartburn) so, I haven't posted much. Sometimes your past comes back. Mine has a few times now. Bob and I were invited to a graduation party several weeks ago and I saw someone there who I knew from about 12 years previously. Well, actually, I didn't know her too well, I knew her husband from a telemarketing job I had while going to school. So I said, "aren't you George's wife?"  She said she was. So I jogged her memory on who I was, I met her maybe two times before. We got to talking and she mentioned they just bought a house...on the next block from us! Long story short, she used to be a reporter and can write. Right now she is taking a break to raise her little girl and write a book, but I'll let her share all of that if she chooses. So I will add Mechelle (no, that's not a typo) to the blog and you all will get more variety from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KimBob&lt;/span&gt; Wine Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bullz-eye.websites-blog.com/wine_reviews/2004/images/mouiex-merlot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://bullz-eye.websites-blog.com/wine_reviews/2004/images/mouiex-merlot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonight I'm sipping a French wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Christian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Moueix&lt;/span&gt;, it's a 2003 Bordeaux, $12.99  Thanks to my papa for this bottle. Unfortunately, I don't like it. It's very earthy. Tastes like dirt. It's also very sour, not smooth and mellow as promised on the bottle. It's made from Merlot grapes, seems they were crushed by people who didn't wash their feet. Save your money, pass this one up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/9747285-6202813386009467063?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6202813386009467063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=6202813386009467063&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/6202813386009467063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/6202813386009467063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/hot-summer.html' title='Hot Summer'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-5215247219654722402</id><published>2007-04-07T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T18:06:32.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger Is Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's the Italian way. The Bob part of me wanted a big family. He had 2 kids of his own,  married me and got  2 more. Against J-dog's beliefs (he doesn't think "older" women can have kids??), we are having another. It was my 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sussexwine.com/labels/P031114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sussexwine.com/labels/P031114.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;).  We thought we would see how many more we can have before our time runs out. I am due October 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;,  but I'm predicting the first week in October. Bets are on if anyone wants to join in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That being said, my wine blogging is going to be limited to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;tasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. You may have noticed that I've been away for a while. I am feeling better now and up to the task of tasting wines for everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; enjoyment again, aren't you all lucky? In the meantime, J-dog said he would be back to contribute so look for his posts too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'll start with this one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rioja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cortijo&lt;/span&gt; III 2005. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tempranillo&lt;/span&gt;.  Italian. Very good. Very smooth. Ripe fruit, nice finish. Full bodied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;and well&lt;/span&gt; worth the $10. I recommend it!&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/9747285-5215247219654722402?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5215247219654722402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=5215247219654722402&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/5215247219654722402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/5215247219654722402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/bigger-is-better.html' title='Bigger Is Better'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-3113581209420973220</id><published>2007-02-01T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:03:35.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Soccer = Big Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.winesellersltd.com/files/uploadFiles/BigSimleRedWebPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.winesellersltd.com/files/uploadFiles/BigSimleRedWebPic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;During the winter,  Nikita stays in soccer shape for the real season by playing indoor club soccer. The teams are set up by age group, 12-13 year &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;, 14-15 and 16-17. She plays with the 12-13 year &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; team called U13. Middle school girls. Last night, they went up against the undefeated U17 team...or should I say previously undefeated team and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WON&lt;/span&gt;. Nobody expected them to win. We all thought, "if they just hang in there and try not to lose by too much, that would be great". Just peachy. They were up against 16 and 17 year old  girls who currently play varsity for their high schools. I have never seen little girls play so hard and with so much tenacity. They stood their ground and they completed carefully planned passes. They controled the ball. They were pushed, tripped and mowed over by girls twice their size. But the smiles on their faces as they walked off the field with a 2-1 win proved it was worth the punishment they withstood. And the parents were happy too. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in honor of tough little girls with a drive to win, I drink, appropriately;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Smile Red. California Red Wine by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tortoise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Creek Winery.$8.99 Alcohol, 13.5%. A blended wine with a bold smooth taste. Soft tannis, nice fruity berry flavor. Great everyday wine. I am really enjoying this one. Screw cap, easy access. I love the lable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9747285-3113581209420973220?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3113581209420973220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=3113581209420973220&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/3113581209420973220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/3113581209420973220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/club-soccer-big-smile.html' title='Club Soccer = Big Smile'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-4560667300841026261</id><published>2007-01-18T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:00:13.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikita's Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0X6qxu7eUE/RbA0IYVHobI/AAAAAAAAAAM/el6PjRkuNKU/s1600-h/yard+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0X6qxu7eUE/RbA0IYVHobI/AAAAAAAAAAM/el6PjRkuNKU/s320/yard+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021570903092732338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good pick from my intellectually superior little girl.  She has the answer for everything, just ask her.  Most 13 year &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; do. Flash-back to my childhood. Could she be my clone, only with a different face? I would like to take this moment to tell my own parents, mom, dad, I am sorry. I didn't mean to be so stubborn and strong-willed.  You said revenge would come naturally,  by way of your grandchildren. I should have listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Canine gone &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;feral&lt;/span&gt; (kind of like a teenager) Don't let this junk yard dog scare you, it's good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Yard Dog 2005, Australian. This blend of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Petit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Verdot&lt;/span&gt;, Merlot and Cabernet is a great value at $8.99. Big, bold, spicy yet smooth. Big fruit. Goes well with lasagna, goes especially well with kids bedtime. Oh yeah, screw cap to open. Easy access.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9747285-4560667300841026261?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4560667300841026261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=4560667300841026261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/4560667300841026261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/4560667300841026261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/nikitas-choice.html' title='Nikita&apos;s Choice'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0X6qxu7eUE/RbA0IYVHobI/AAAAAAAAAAM/el6PjRkuNKU/s72-c/yard+dog.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-9747285.post-8900056439291466891</id><published>2007-01-03T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T11:50:57.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno Attack 100 Times- Vacation Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.plazainnabq.com/index_files/room1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.plazainnabq.com/index_files/room1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, the Bob part of me left the day after Christmas to go back up to the big north. He miscalculated a little. For some reason he thought he would be home until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; the Albuquerque trip. What fun we would have driving down for a day or two to visit his sister Cherie and favorite brother Pete. Yes-sir-ee!  Unfortunately, he went back to work, and we already had plans, so I loaded up the kids &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;  both dogs and off we went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was all figured out. Nolan and I would get a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.plazainnabq.com/"&gt; "pet friendly room" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Cherie's new apartment is not wheelchair accessible) and the girls would stay with Aunt Cherie, Uncle Pete and the 3 cousins, not to mention Mario and his sweetheart, Rana (also down for a quick overnighter). &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where should I start? So many bad things happened. Ok, the first night was GREAT! We all got together, went bowling, made the Masitti Family pizza, played games, sang songs (Cherie can sing by the way, we thought it was just Pete). The dogs got to run almost free on a few acres, the loved it except for the cactus in their paws. This is where the fun ends. We all call it a night. Mario, Pete, Rana, Nikita, Jessica, Tyler, Nastyia, Masha and Cherie go back to her apartment for the night, Nolan and I back to the "pet friendly" hotel. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nolan snores. We slept poorly. Cherie's apartment ceiling started leaking from a previous snow,  now melting on a flat Adobe style roof,  so they were up at 3am finding buckets. They slept poorly.  Mario, Pete and Rana had the right idea. Get out. Fast. They all left that morning. Pete back to Florida and Mario and Rana back to Denver. We had different plans. We didn't drive all the way down to turn around the next day. We were going to stay one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; more day. Besides, I wanted to spend some time with Cherie and get to know my new sister-in-law better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That very same day a blizzard blows through Denver, dumping another foot or so on top of the 2 feet we already got. Then it hits Albuquerque. It doesn't happen much there,  so the city pretty much shut down. A whole foot in a town used to a few flurries. Mario just made it back home when the interstate (I-25) closed. Santa Fe to Pueblo and a few stretches north of Pueblo in Colorado. We weren't going anywhere. So, Cherie, her kids,  my kids, Nikita and Jessica were at her place and I had Nolan and Cherie's youngest, Nastyia. We couldn't go to her house and she couldn't get to me. Nolan, Nastyia and I played 47 games of Uno Attack, with and without the motorized case, a few games of Life Simpsons style and watched Cars, Nacho Libre, and Kindergarten Cop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On Saturday, we met a nice couple at breakfast from Louisville, north of Denver, with 2 kids, also stranded.  We offered to play games with their kids that day. Yes, more Uno Attack.  Their daughter was 11 going on 15 and their son 8, well, going on 8. Boys are strange, I have decided.  Sunday Cherie was finally able to make it to our hotel and we exchanged kids, I got my 2 back and she got Nastyia back. That day my kids and the Louisville kids, Ruby and Coleman hooked up for games and swimming. I stayed at the pool with them for 3 hours. Don't kids ever get tired of having fun? Which reminds me, did you all click on that hotel link in the beginning of this blog? It is not as it appears. It looks nice, eh? Don't be fooled. The pool was a health inspectors greatest conquest. They would have a hay-day. I have never seen so much mold in on place before. Lawsuits just waiting to happen. It was thick. The table games they are so proud of are water-logged. Yep, they are in the poorly ventilated pool area. The ping-pong table was so warped, the ball would go different directions on every hit. The air hockey table was on 3 legs and looked like a electrical shock hazard and the Foosball was too warped by moisture to play but looked the best from a distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/travel/tg/poi/83/150x157_83f494cc6e2d9106408debfde46c0735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/travel/tg/poi/83/150x157_83f494cc6e2d9106408debfde46c0735.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The highlight of our trip was Sunday night, New Years Eve. I took the kids up to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-reviews-2734795-prod-travelguide-action-read-ratings_and_reviews-i"&gt;High Finance restaurant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; 10,000 feet up in the mountains. You had to ride a cable car to the top (the longest cable car in the world) and of course back down. The food wasn't that good and it was over-priced, but the view was amazing. There was some fog in the city so the city lights made it look mystic and surreal. The kids even liked it. That night the highway opened back up. We didn't waste any time, Monday I got up at dawn and got the kids and dogs out as quickly as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh,  I forget to mention Sunday night the hotel threatened to evict us because while we were at dinner our dogs barked? So much for pet friendly. I do have to give them credit for a pretty good free breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.palmbayimports.com/databaseimages/af_ribetred_label_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.palmbayimports.com/databaseimages/af_ribetred_label_small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Arrogant Frog- Ribet Red. 2004. $10.00 Cab-Merlot blend. French. Smooth, Dry, subtle texture, a little smoky. Much needed after the New Mexico trip. I suppose I would like anything. It's good, very good and a great value. Oh, yeah, just screw it open too! Easy access.&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/9747285-8900056439291466891?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8900056439291466891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=8900056439291466891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/8900056439291466891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/8900056439291466891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/uno-attack-100-times-vacation-hell.html' title='Uno Attack 100 Times- Vacation Hell'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-116702436413979989</id><published>2006-12-24T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T22:26:04.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.renwood.com/images/renlogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.renwood.com/images/renlogo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Christmas Eve 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes, we survived the big snowstorm of 06' .  Thank goodness for 4 wheel drive, we weren't even stuck indoors. The day of the storm we shopped until the stores closed, then we went to a bar until it closed. Everything closed early. The next day, while most of the city was stuck indoors, after we shoveled out ourselves and our next door neighbors, we went and picked up Jeff from his house and went out for breakfast. Pete's University Cafe. They were actually open. Unbelievable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's hard to believe it's been 2 full  years since we started this wine blog. There's always a new wine to taste too. The Bob part of me is home but looks like he will have to leave Christmas Day to go back up north. He is packing his car, I'm blogging and we are both sipping a red zin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tonight we will go to midnight Mass to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is my favorite part of Christmas.  I love the music. I love the mood it puts me in. I love the rituals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow, the kids will be in a present opening frenzy. This part of Christmas is fun too. There will be paper everywhere and I'll be doing my best to clean as they go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Renwood 2003 Red Zinfandel. Sierra Series. Alcohol 13.5% Price; $9.99. The Bob part of me says, "eh, it's alright, I'm not really in a wine mood tonight". I like it. It's dry. It's spicy. It's earthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;****UPDATE**** The Bob part of me changed his mind, he says the wine is ok, he likes it. I guess his mood changed. He's so moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all of our friends and family.&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/9747285-116702436413979989?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116702436413979989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=116702436413979989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/116702436413979989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/116702436413979989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/special-night.html' title='A Special Night'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-116426692272004176</id><published>2006-11-22T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:31:59.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Before Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6835/723/1600/842869/clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6835/723/320/168495/clip_image002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah yeah. Baking pumpkin pie. Jessica helped, good thing too. I had her mix up the second batch and she noticed it looked thinner than the first pie. Forgot the milk. We saved it so no worries. Could have been bad though. It's almost midnight. The first pie is almost finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Bob part of me is up north digging for oil. He should be home for the next holiday.  I'm sipping a little chardonnay. Mmm. Can't wait for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is my favorite holiday. Turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, gravy, gravy, more gravy, something green perhaps and wine and PIE! Oh yeah, and lemon bars and chocolate layer cake that my daughter  made. Going to have a few relatives over tomorrow. My brother, our four kids, Bob's sister and her new squeeze (ha! going to do the interrogation thing, make sure he checks out). Tried to get my dad to come out, but he would rather shoot cute little animals with antlers.  Hunting season doesn't make sense to me. Shouldn't it be right  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Thanksgiving so that the man of the house can provide the brood with a fresh kill of sorts? Seems silly to go buy the turkey when a burley guy can go out and shoot one, clean it, wax and boil the feathers off so the wife can cook it. But no, they go shoot deer ON Thanksgiving so that they can eat sausage all year long. No, that's not why. So they can see who can get the biggest rack. Maybe. It's all so confusing for a women. I guess they do it because they don't need to do it anymore. Testosterone? Yeah, that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Beringer Founders' Estate Chardonnay 2001. $10 bucks (not the kind my dad is hunting)  Very good. Dry, rich, velvety, fruity, crisp and oaky. Too good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving. Don't eat too much.&lt;/span&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/9747285-116426692272004176?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116426692272004176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=116426692272004176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/116426692272004176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/116426692272004176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/night-before-thanksgiving.html' title='The Night Before Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-115941270229628381</id><published>2006-09-27T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T05:46:36.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor Your Dollar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.winecow.com/features/images/label_pm_020206_sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.winecow.com/features/images/label_pm_020206_sml.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Prosperity Merlot. Apparently the year is not what's important here. $6.79, this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; important. 13.5% alcohol.&lt;/span&gt; This is a Central Coast wine out of Los Olivos, CA.  One man's attempt to help the recession of the 1990's, (some Clinton fans may disagree)  Brooks Firstone, the creator of this pretty darn good wine says ‚"Our philosophy has always been to offer people delicious, unpretentious wines at a friendly price, these wines are crafted with a passion for quality                  and uniqueness."&lt;br /&gt;Well Brooks, that it is.  A very tasty, drinkable, full flavored wine. It's a spicy cherry over oak that goes down smooth and warm. The label reminds me of old WWII photos promoting work. Kind of like the famous advertisement for women working on planes while their husbands were serving in the military. You know, the one with the woman &lt;a href="http://womenshistory.about.com/library/pic/bl_p_rosie.htm"&gt;showing off her muscles wearing a hankerchief&lt;/a&gt; on her head. Just click that link if you are too young to remember, or too old to remember for that matter. Seems like there was more unity and support for America back then. Less haters. Prosperity Merlot. It's good. Have to try the Cabernet Sauvignon and the Chardonnay next, I'll keep you posted. &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/9747285-115941270229628381?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115941270229628381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=115941270229628381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115941270229628381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115941270229628381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/honor-your-dollar.html' title='Honor Your Dollar'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-115630516259030640</id><published>2006-09-26T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:15:36.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Bastard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:qobfwSpV092PzM:http://www.clickwinegroup.com/cwg/pos/fatbastard/logo/FBlogo_black_hippovert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:qobfwSpV092PzM:http://www.clickwinegroup.com/cwg/pos/fatbastard/logo/FBlogo_black_hippovert.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Relax mom and dad, it's just the name of the wine. Is that a hippo? When I opened the bottle, my first thought was it smells like prunes. Not the dried up like raisins prunes, the canned ones they served when I was in grade school. I'm pretty sure I was the only kid who actually ate them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm having a glass on it's own with no food to support it's flavor. I think it may have to sit and breathe for a while. It's fruity and pleasant tasting at first, but the sourness overpowers and I get that squinty eye thing going. I'm going to let it sit for a spell and come back to try again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, I went back, still sour and not very pleasant to drink so I'm hangin' it up.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fat Bastard. Merlot.  $7.99. According to their website, they outsource their grapes, or should I say it gets outsourced to them. That's right, this French winery doesn't even grow their own! Remember, just because I didn't like it doesn't mean you won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9747285-115630516259030640?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115630516259030640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=115630516259030640&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115630516259030640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115630516259030640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/fat-bastard.html' title='Fat Bastard'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-115898781585305503</id><published>2006-09-22T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T06:25:49.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica Talks Too Much Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"You're soooooo mean", says Jessica. "Are you seriously doing that?"  asked Jessica.  "Blogging about me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jessica is the daughter of the Bob part of me. She talks a lot. My kids don't talk much. They are very, very , very quiet. Jessica talks in the morning. Jessica talks at night. Jessica talks any chance she gets. She is also loud.  She is chatty. I'm used to quiet. She says I can't type either. I can't. I was born in the 60's. I was required to take typing in 6th grade. It was a fail/pass class. It was on an old fashioned typewriter, not like the kids use these days. Jessica called me stupid as I accidentally deleted everything I just wrote and she brought it back. Thanks goodness for kids and technology.  Ok, so she talks too much but she has proven herself useful. I guess I'll keep her around for a while.  Even though she cost us a fortune tonight. Homecoming is next week. Oh my goodness, do the stores capitalize  on that. They  even have a special section for homecoming "overpriced"dresses.   We did find a beautiful one, and shoes to match. She will be the star of the show next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Jessica speaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "First of all my dress is sooo adorable. And Kim really can't type. But I do feel honored because she decided to write a blog about me. I decided to invade because I can type way faster than her and yes that is a fact. And you know what? Kim does talk a lot too it's not only me she makes me sound like I'm the only one that ever talks in this family. Alright that's all I have to say. :]"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, she is the only one who talks. Nikita talks when her socks need to be washed. Nolan talks when he wants a drink or lunch. Jessica talks...and talks...and talks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wineaccess.com/wine-utils/img-display.tcl?pk_value=19386"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.wineaccess.com/wine-utils/img-display.tcl?pk_value=19386" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.casalapostolle.com/"&gt;Casa Lapostolle Sauvignon Blanc 2003  $9.39 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(White, wussy wine only a mere 14.9%) I had a salmon Salad for dinner and thought white would be best. I'm on my Mom's weight watchers diet. She thought a diet buddy would be a good thing. They use the point system. I'm not sure how many points my dinner added up to but I think the entire bottle of wine was about 10. So maybe 16, 17, 18 including dinner. You're allowed 20 for the day and an extra "free" 35 over the whole week.   Hopefully I am a good source of encouragement. I think I used my extra points tonght, as Jessica sucks on a popsicle after downing a big bowl of Chocolate Chip Mint ice cream by Dreyers. I am holding strong, and not caving to the temptation of popsicle or ice cream. I am weight watchers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like the Casa. It went well with the salmon. It was light and dry just a little tart. Good. I recommend it with salmon.&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/9747285-115898781585305503?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115898781585305503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=115898781585305503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115898781585305503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115898781585305503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/jessica-talks-too-much-blog.html' title='Jessica Talks Too Much Blog'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-115769128232359144</id><published>2006-09-07T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T06:23:10.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Feel SCREWED?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6835/723/1600/kimsaab.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6835/723/320/kimsaab.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah. Me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you know anything about the Saab, you would know that it has a metal, motor driven power antenna that goes up and down when the radio or CD player is turned on. There is no "play" in the antenna, it's rigid. It's tall. A few years ago I forgot to lower the antenna when I was going through a carwash. It broke.  $140.00 to replace. It took me forever to talk Bob into letting me blow money  on an antenna. Not one month later, Bob and I were going out for the evening. The Bob part of me didn't want to drive, or I was in "Control Freak Driving Mood," so I was driving or else.  We got into the "Saab Story", which was parked in the garage. I was in the car waiting.  Bob came out a minute later and hit the garage door opener on the wall from inside the garage. The door was opening. Out of habit and maybe dulled senses from the pre-going out vino, I hit the garage door opener from inside the car. The garage door was now closing, much to my dismay,  as I was backing out. The first sign of disaster was the snapping sound of the newly replaced antenna. I stopped, hit the button to open the garage,  but it was too late, the damage was done. Of course it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; fault. We don't fight much, but we fought about that.   If only he would have left the door alone...blah, blah, blah.  I drove it as it was and after a while the real antenna finally snapped all the way off so I gerry-rigged a coat hanger in it's place that way I could hear my AM talk show favorites like Laura Ingraham. It was "Ghetto" for lack of a better description. After a full year the coat hanger was starting to rust, so I finally convinced the Bob part of me to let me spend the $160 (the price went up again) needed to get it fixed. I promised I would be careful. I promised I would be responsible. I promised I would never break another Saab antenna again. Well, you probably know where this is going. Yep. I broke it. Again. Tonight. A few minutes ago. I'm sorry, I really am. I guess you might say I'm SCREWED. I promised and swore on my uncle's father's little brother's pet rabbit's grave that I would not lose another antenna unless it was a freak of nature or God Himself. The Bob part of me does not know. Yet. He is up in North Dakota, working his A** off for the betterment of our family and I have ruined EVERYTHING! I'm sure the new replacement cost is $175. Perhaps I should just get a car with a more stable antenna? I could run out while he is away and buy a new car. I could tell him I won it. Yeah, that's it. There was a drawing and I won a brand spanking new Mercedes. He might buy it. For about a half a second. MAybe I should just admit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4493/242/1600/screwed_bottles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4493/242/1600/screwed_bottles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Screwed. 2004 McClaren Vale. Red Wine. Australia.$8.99 alchohol 14%.  Mmm. Good. A little sweeter with big, crisp,  fruity flavors. In this case, un-screwed. No cork screw needed. Just twist open for a little relaxation. Hints of Vanilla. Smooth finish. Great bottle.AAARGH! No picture. I was trying to find a pic of the lable. It's pretty cool. It's has all these sayings on it..like the one I'm going to use when the Bob part of me comes home, "It wasn't my fault". I found one! Now I can go to bed. Buy this one, don't screw up!&lt;/span&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/9747285-115769128232359144?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115769128232359144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=115769128232359144&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115769128232359144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115769128232359144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/ever-feel-screwed.html' title='Ever Feel SCREWED?'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-115629198812626283</id><published>2006-08-22T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T06:24:22.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sterling and 120</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sterling Vinyards Cabernet Sauvignon 2003. 13.9% alcohol.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WAY OVER OUR PRICE RANGE &lt;/span&gt; $22.99 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm going to cut right to the chase here. This is good vino. We really enjoyed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.geocities.com/nostalgi3/Pete.html"&gt;My wonderful brother-in-law&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, Pete, gave this to KimBob for their 2nd anniversary. As you can see, this wine was completely out of our budget and with one kid in college, one in elementary school and 2 girls in parochial school, you would NOT find us in the over $10 section. We can only hope for vouchers soon. Sterling wine was smooth, bold rich, a little oaky. A long tasty finish that I wish I could experience again...sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Double whammy here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.palmbayimports.com/databaseimages/SR_120CabenetSauvi05cb200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.palmbayimports.com/databaseimages/SR_120CabenetSauvi05cb200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;120 Santa Rita Cabernet Sauvignon 2004. From Chile. Alcohol 13.5%. Price $6.99.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Good wine, but compared to Sterling...not in the same game. It was a good buy.  A little tart, dry, earthy as in mineral over tones, oaky with a hint of...vanilla. (had to go back in for another taste).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Advice of the day, because I have nothing else to say right now, and homework to help kids with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you are thinking of refinancing your home, 1st or 2nd, be sure to tell the loan officer that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;do not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;want them to include your phone number with the credit inquiry. If you don't, in the subsequent days, you will receive a mind boggling number of computer generated calls to your cell phone from other loan agencies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9747285-115629198812626283?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115629198812626283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=115629198812626283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115629198812626283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115629198812626283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/sterling-and-120.html' title='Sterling and 120'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-115492063931524727</id><published>2006-08-06T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T06:31:03.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Easy Being GREEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is for my faithful followers. I agree, I have let you all down. All I can say is that I am very sorry. My last post was June 25. That was almost two months ago. Please, let me explain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;GLOBAL WARMING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; It's been hot here. At times, near 100 degrees. We have no air conditioner. No swamp cooler.  We think we are melting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.treehugger.com/files/th_images/en-weekly-gore-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.treehugger.com/files/th_images/en-weekly-gore-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thanks to Al Gore, we were recently alerted to the fact that the temperature has been on average one full degree hotter than normal.  When we found out, we thought it was our duty to do something good for the environment. We discussed it and decided the best thing we could do while trying to stay cool, was drink lots of beer straight from the bottle, then recycle! We now consider ourselves Greenies. We pat ourselves on the backs for helping to save our planet one beer, or case if it's especially hot, at a time. Yes, the Bob part of me still works for the "evil oil empire" but recycling trumps fossil fuel emissions and we harbor no guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So hang in there and hopefully it will cool off this fall and we can pop open a bottle of wine. Then recycle it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is it just me, or Does Mr. Gore  look extremely scary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/opinion/editorials/2006-08-09-gore-green_x.htm"&gt;***UPDATE: IS GORE A SCARY HYPOCRITE???? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9747285-115492063931524727?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115492063931524727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=115492063931524727&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115492063931524727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115492063931524727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-not-easy-being-green.html' title='It&apos;s Not Easy Being GREEN'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-115129055106112683</id><published>2006-06-25T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:16:18.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's A Manley Rooster, Chicks Dig Him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rexgoliath.com/rexgoliath/images/index_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.rexgoliath.com/rexgoliath/images/index_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rex Goliath the 47 Pound Rooster,  Monterey County California &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Merlot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. He is also "free range" so he can have as many chicks as he wants. Together, their eggs are organic. Alcohol 13.9 Price, a mere $9.99. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This will be a short and to the point post. Just go buy a bottle. Trust me. It's a very bold, big wine. (Like Rex)  It's fills your mouth with flavor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Bob part of me even had something to say about this one.  Bob said "sweet, heady".  I said, "what?" Bob said, "you know, dreamy" and I said "Oooh, because I didn't make you any dinner, are you a light-headed? Hahaha". No dinner for the Bob part of me, I'm on a diet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rexgoliath.com/rexgoliath/aboutus/history.jsp"&gt;Click here to read the history about Rex Goliath, very interesting.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/9747285-115129055106112683?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115129055106112683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=115129055106112683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115129055106112683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115129055106112683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/hes-manley-rooster-chicks-dig-him.html' title='He&apos;s A Manley Rooster, Chicks Dig Him!'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-115057704428913120</id><published>2006-06-17T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:18:25.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KimBob Shish-Ka-Bobs By Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6835/723/1600/DCP02894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6835/723/320/DCP02894.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do these look a little over done to you? Yes, me too.  We thought it was time to break out the grill and try chicken/veggie Ka-Bobs. Unfortunately, we were plum out of wine so we settled for Blue Moon. Normally I would not blog beer, but under the circumstances, and to keep my fans happy (I haven't blogged anything lately) I will. Now that summer is here and the kids are out of school, we are very busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If you have never tried Blue Moon beer, you must. A Belgium beer, it's slightly sweet with a hint of orange flavor. In fact, here in Colorado, if you order it in a bar, they put a slice of orange right in the glass. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If you aren't a fan of the traditional bitter beers, this is a great choice. My only issue with it is that it fills you up fast and I'm sure it has more than the 3 grams of carbs that Miller Lite has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Back to the ka-bobs. They were good,  a bit crispy.  The Bob part of me loves his Weber grill. We have the big one of course and we still gril the old fashioned way, with charcoal. J-Dog came over and devoured at least four ka-bobs, so they couldn't have been too bad, I guess. While we were eating we watched the movie, Just Like Heaven. What a cute, funny romantic comedy. We recommend that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6835/723/1600/DCP02896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6835/723/320/DCP02896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After the movie we relaxed and Arty  did a cool cucumber face mask. I'll tell you, it really gave his eyes the lift they needed. So,  until  next time...drink wine, watch a good movie and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6835/723/1600/DCP02895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6835/723/320/DCP02895.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9747285-115057704428913120?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115057704428913120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=115057704428913120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115057704428913120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/115057704428913120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/kimbob-shish-ka-bobs-by-bob.html' title='KimBob Shish-Ka-Bobs By Bob'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-114758403501011856</id><published>2006-05-13T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:19:39.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies and Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Since the Bob part of me came home for Mother's Day weekend we decided to go see United Flight 93 tonight.  Although my daughter is old enough for this movie, I don't think my son is, so we sent them off to see Ice Age 2. If anyone reading this hasn't already gone to see Flight 93, we highly recommend it. What an amazing movie. Even after seeing it, I still can't even begin to image what those brave souls went through and what fear they must have endured. It was like open season on America that day. Prior to this attack we all thought we were safe, untouchable if you will. So safe in fact,  that air traffic control kept doubting there were really some hijackings going on while it was happening. I could go on and on, but I'll stop here. Go see this movie, you won' t regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.palmbayimports.com/databaseimages/sangiovese_fazi_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.palmbayimports.com/databaseimages/sangiovese_fazi_small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fazi Battaglia Marche Sangiovese, 2004. $8.99 Alcohol 12%. This is a very good red wine. It's dry and light tasting yet smooth and peppery. Good enough to take as offerings to friends. Peace offerings maybe. I think that's why J-dog bought it. He gave it in advance of an argument he started with me. Of course I was right and he wasn't, but lets not hold on to ill thoughts. The Bob part of me even agreed I was right. So there you have it. But like I said, lets just let it go. No sense dwelling on something for too long you know. I'm sure everyone else I know would agree I was right as well. Just because J-Dog runs an advice website doesn't mean his advice is always the best. Oh, there I go again. I should just let by-gones be by-gones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, it comes in this strangely shaped bottle that looks a lot like a CocaCola bottle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; they give you a free pair of chopsticks. Goes well with seafood it says. I've been drinking it without anything. It goes well that way too.&lt;/span&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/9747285-114758403501011856?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114758403501011856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=114758403501011856&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/114758403501011856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/114758403501011856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/movies-and-wine.html' title='Movies and Wine'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-114714857481897569</id><published>2006-05-08T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:30:16.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Happy Camper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.happycamperwines.com/images/page2_blog_entry0_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.happycamperwines.com/images/page2_blog_entry0_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For so many reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me,  and the Bob part of me sold our little piece of the "American Pie".  No more shoe repair and retail business. We are no longer small business owners. No more Monday through Saturday 8-6 or 7 or 8 and paper work on Sunday. No more employees, vendors and crabby customers. We are finally free. Hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Disclosure: not all of our customers are crabby,  we even like some of them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Bob part of me is keeping busy working for the "Evil" oil empire. Some of the rigs he works at have Haliburton trailers on them. Ooooh Noooo!  And I am back to residential real estate full time. I even have clients. And,  I actually have time to going trail running again. With Bob. Sometimes in North Dakota or Montana or where ever he is working. Life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So what a better way to celebrate than with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Camper 2004 Cabernet, California. 13.0% alcohol. $7.99 (on sale). Screw off cap means easy access and great to take camping with you. I love the label, although when we were kids we pitched tents, pee'd in the woods and drank water from the river. (ok, maybe not from the river). I'm going to give this wine two thumbs up. Its full bodied, very flavorful, rich, smooth with a nice finish. Very drinkable. So go drink some now. I command you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many thanks to Princess Leah for rewarding me with this fine wine. You are a good friend my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/9747285-114714857481897569?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114714857481897569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=114714857481897569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/114714857481897569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/114714857481897569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-happy-camper.html' title='I&apos;m A Happy Camper'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-114669797554866110</id><published>2006-05-03T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:23:30.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Triva...From Daddy O'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Consider this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER.......&lt;br /&gt;It has been scientifically proven that if we drink 1 liter of  water each&lt;br /&gt;day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed More than 1  kilo of&lt;br /&gt;Escherichia coli bacteria found in feces, in other words, we are&lt;br /&gt;consuming 1 kilo of Doo Doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine.............&lt;br /&gt;However, we do not  run that risk when drinking wine (or rum, whiskey,&lt;br /&gt;Beer or other liquors)  because alcohol has to go through a distillation&lt;br /&gt;process of boiling,  filtering and fermenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER = Doo Doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINE = HEALTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free yourself of Doo Doo, drink WINE!!! It is better to drink wine and&lt;br /&gt;talk Doo Doo than to drink water and be full of  Doo Doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no  need to thank me for this valuable information,  I Am doing&lt;br /&gt;it as a  public service. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  lang="0" &gt;Courtesy of:   Larry J.  Winkelhake, CLU, ChFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; (Bet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ter kno&lt;/span&gt;wn as&lt;/span&gt; Da&lt;/span&gt;d)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9747285-114669797554866110?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114669797554866110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=114669797554866110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/114669797554866110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/114669797554866110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/little-trivafrom-daddy-o.html' title='A little Triva...From Daddy O&apos;'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-114326244088443878</id><published>2006-03-24T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:40:47.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplation and Napa Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ivf.com/stress.html"&gt;After a very stressfull day&lt;/a&gt;, felt like I needed to stop off on my way home for some vino. I am much more relaxed now. The good thing that happened today is that I had 4 different "regular" customers come in all at the same time. Some of the nice ones. The customers who have been coming in for years who didn't huff and puff becuause there were 3 others before them. When did people become so impatient? Why can't they see if there is only one person working, that the customer in front of them deserves to have me spend as much time with them as it takes? After all, they wouldn't want me to rush them. Nothing worse than having someone glare at you with their foot tapping and the "why is it taking so long sigh" while you are trying to help someone else. Grrrrr.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So now I am trying to decide what to do for the weekend. Kids are with their Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the Bob part of me, currently in Montana, is off for the weekend too. He suggested we meet half way in Gillette, WY. and hang out for a few days. I have sooo much to do here. I decided to give our kitchen an overhaul. Yep, all new paint. Guess it will have to wait until I get back. Kids are home for spring break next week...what fun we are going to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bob part of me hates to make the arrangements and asks me to call the hotels and see who has the best deal. I went to Orbitz who said the best hotel in Gillette was the Clarion. I called the Clarion hotel and they told me their rate was $84 a night, however some irresponsible person broke glass in the pool so it was being drained and wouldn't be usable until Monday, after we already checked out. So, I called the Holiday Inn who informed me thier rates were $101 a night with a functional pool. I personally could not see spending an extra $30 for the weekend just to get wet so I suggested we just stay at the Clarion. So, I called the Clarion back to make resevations. I let them know we might have our dogs with us if I couldn't find someone to puppy sit for the weekend. They said that was fine, however, we would not be allowed to reserve a non-smoking room if we had a pet. I could not believe it! I told the young man my dogs did not smell bad, cigarettes do. He said some poeple have allergies so that was just their policy. I told them "I" had alleries, to cigarette smoke. He said, "thats our policy". Does that make sense???? Me being the good ex-smoker I am...I can't stand the smell. If I go to a bar, I take a shower when I get home to get the smoke smell out. Not much else I could do, I informed him due to their "policy" we would be staying somewhere else. I called the Holiday Inn and asked what their policy was. They didn't have a problem giving us a non-smoking room with the dogs. We booked it. Since then, I convinced my daughter to come by and tend to the dogs. So sorry Clarion, no pets, and no business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.louismartini-nvv.com/images/slide0017_image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.louismartini-nvv.com/images/slide0017_image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NAPA VALLEY VINEYARDS &lt;a href="http://www.napavintners.com/auctions/Premiere_Wine_Auction/pnv_winery_results.asp?WebLogin=Louis"&gt;Reserve Merlot&lt;/a&gt;, 2003....&lt;a href="http://www.wineviews.com/"&gt;Delicious. Delicious. Delicious. &lt;/a&gt;So good I went back to the store to get more. Only $9.99 a bottle. While I was there they were playing a song my husband dedicated to me at our wedding and his brother, Pete sang along with his nephew and my step-son, Mario playing the guitar , although I knew the song, I couldn't quit figure out where I heard it before. It was Edwin Mc Cain, "I'll Be". What a beautiful song. The version the radio played was a little different. I've only heard the acoustic version, twice. Also, Iv'e never heard it on the radio before. Weird. Nice. Here are the lyrics, I made fun of the Bob part of me because of the verse that says &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/edwinmccain/illbe.html"&gt;"I'll hang on your lips",&lt;/a&gt; but I didn't really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The strands in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That color them wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Stop me and steal my breath&lt;br /&gt;Emeralds from mountains&lt;br /&gt;Thrust towards the sky&lt;br /&gt;Never revealing their depth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated,&lt;br /&gt;I'll hang from your lips&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows&lt;br /&gt;Of heartache that hang from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cryin' shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'll be love suicide&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain falls angry on the tin roof&lt;br /&gt;As we lie awake in my bed&lt;br /&gt;You're my survival&lt;br /&gt;You're my living proof&lt;br /&gt;My love is alive and not dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated&lt;br /&gt;I'll hang from your lips&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows&lt;br /&gt;Of heartache that hang from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cryin' shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'll be love suicide&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dropped out&lt;br /&gt;Burned up&lt;br /&gt;Fought my way back from the dead&lt;br /&gt;Tuned in&lt;br /&gt;Turned on&lt;br /&gt;Remembered the things you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cryin' shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'll be love suicide&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cryin' shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'll be love suicide&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of you life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the man who means the absolute most to me. I love you Bob.&lt;br /&gt;Get the Napa Valley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9747285-114326244088443878?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114326244088443878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=114326244088443878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/114326244088443878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/114326244088443878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/contemplation-and-napa-valley_24.html' title='Contemplation and Napa Valley'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-114239537822893677</id><published>2006-03-14T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:41:51.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Maddona's Favorites?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://users.ox.ac.uk/~bacchus/virginwines.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://users.ox.ac.uk/%7Ebacchus/virginwines.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia" href="http://www.virginvines.com/Default.aspx"&gt;Virgin Vines 2004 Chardonnay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; California. $8.49. Screw cap...easy access, although you do have to take the wrapping off first so it's a little harder to open than others we've tried. It's very soft on the pallate, velvity in your mouth...yet not a very smooth finish. The flavor is delightful. It's light and fruity. The bottle is pretty. If it would go down without the bite, I would say it was very good. But since it doesn't, it's not worth buying. It's too rough. I can't drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess the record label, airlines, everything else they do wasn't enough...they grow grapes too. Their slogan for this brand is "un-screw it, let's do it" meaning, hurry up and open this so we can drink it. It seems they are aiming for the younger age groups. Doesn't suprise me, someone with no wine experience would have no problem gulping this down. But for the rest of us, we can find better.&lt;a href="http://www.city-magazine.com/pageone/members/archives/2005/09/p1nyfw_richard.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should explain everything. Now I know why I shouldn't have bought it in the first place. I'm just too old.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/9747285-114239537822893677?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114239537822893677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=114239537822893677&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/114239537822893677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/114239537822893677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-of-maddonas-favorites.html' title='One Of Maddona&apos;s Favorites?'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9747285.post-114186860905553623</id><published>2006-03-08T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T13:59:28.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine Maker For A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.fineliving.com/fine/pac_ctnt/text/0,,FINE_10778_42028,00.html"&gt;Click here to enter a contest to be a "Wine Maker For A Day".  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I did. I hope I win! What fun that would be. I could put all of the other wineries out of business. Ok, maybe not, but it sounded good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the new poll and please vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9747285-114186860905553623?l=kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114186860905553623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9747285&amp;postID=114186860905553623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/114186860905553623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9747285/posts/default/114186860905553623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbobwineblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/wine-maker-for-day.html' title='Wine Maker For A Day'/><author><name>Kim Masitti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081731667107194821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14720718494929128950'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>